Matt Novels & Stories

People were constantly drawn to her, but her heart had only ever belonged to one person, Matt. Matthew, or “Matt” to everyone who knew him, was 6’2" of walking temptation. A muscular god with wavy brown curls, piercing gray eyes, and golden tan skin that looked like it had been kissed by the sun. They’d been together since they were 17 and were pretty much attached at the hip ever since. I knocked hard on the door, eager to get her opinion on the dresses Lucia had given me. I barely raised my fist to knock again before the door flew open, and there was Matt, shirtle

he smiled, stacking his papers, "just letting you know that there are other ways to pass this class, if that was something you were interested in" I watched as Matt stood up and packed his briefcase. He was in his late thirties, though he looked remarkably younger. On a good day, Matt could have passed as one of the students. He was quite fit, and had a constant black stubble that complimented his jet black hair which he kept neat. On top of that, the man was as rugged and masculine as anybody could have asked for. "Look" he smiled, placing his hand on my shoulder, "I'm not a monster. I'll give you until next Monday to have the

I mouthed before I motioned towards the door. She followed my line of sight, to the door. Her eyes widened dramatically before she motioned for me to remove my palm from her mouth. I did as she asked. Today, Mr Matt is putting on a black shirt and black slacks. His hair is gelled to the side once more, but this time, the upper layers seemed to be tousled a bit with the gel. It gave him a more bad-boy vibe. I trailed my eyes until they reached his face, only for me to realize that he was staring at me. He winked when our eyes locked.

The two shared a close bond, having been friends since childhood. Matt was well-known in the city of Evermore, not only as a billionaire and a gamer but also as a charismatic ladies' man, ranking as the second most sought-after bachelor in the city. Matt's piercing gaze remained fixed on Alex. He ruffled his dark hair back and rested his head on the couch. “Man, I was so scared. I thought you were a goner. I warned you that this plan was reckless, but you went ahead while I was distracted,”Matt lamented, shaking his head.

I'm starting to think her personality might just be too big for this family. Matt was lying on his bed in athletic shorts and some old t-shirt while watching TV. It was nearly 11pm. He normally would stay awake until 2- 3:00am playing video games or screwing around on the internet, but since that wasn't an option, Matt was about to turn in out of boredom when his door swung open. It opened with such ferocity that Matt nearly fell off of his bed.

I had to whittle Jonathan down and give Matt more than a few stern looks to make it all happen, but in the end it all worked out. "I have to say that I'm rather impressed." Jonathan stood next to me at the front of the restaurant. Matt had a call he had to take, and Margaret was in the restroom. "How so?" I turned and lifted my eyes to focus on him. "Matthew is a Bryant. Rarely do men like him let a woman do his bidding. He's a different bird than his flock, no?"

We make our way toward the exit, slow and steady, blending into the small crowd of people at the register. But then— “Vanderbilt.” The voice is smooth. Cold. Levi stops walking. My pulse spikes. Slowly, he turns. The man from the bar. Matt. The same guy I’d been talking to that night, the one who’d just seemed like a harmless distraction. Only now, he doesn’t look so harmless. His stance is too easy. His smirk is too knowing.

“Surprised?” “Very,” I admit, shaking my head slightly. “Are you following me now?” “Of course not,” he replies, his voice smooth as ever. “I’m here accompanying someone.” He pauses and adds with a mischievous glint in his eye, “But please, just call me Matt.” I raise an eyebrow, amused by his insistence. “Matt? I’m not sure that suits you.” “Trust me, it suits me just fine,” he says, his grin widening. “So, are you busy, or could I tempt you into a stroll around Rodeo Drive?”

I give a modest smile. I study him. "So Matt are you a doctor by chance?" I probe. "Yes, a neurosurgeon." he says flatly. Hmm. Long history with Cassie, clearly protective of her, comfortable around her too. Definitely a problem, a very polite problem. She grabs her coat. "Ignore him." I placed a hand over my chest. "Ouch! bella I'm hurt." I feign annoyance. "No one believes that." she smiles lightly. Matt laughed.

"Mate." "He wouldn't know..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Huh?" Matt asked, sounding confused. "If we... he wouldn't know... we could..." she murmured, talking to herself and trying to justify the thoughts that were running rampant in her mind now. A smile bloomed on Matt's face as he took a step forward. "Mate," he whispered in her ear as his fingers traced the contours of her body, confirming that he had been experiencing exactly what she had.