Mattheo Riddle Shirtless Novels & Stories

Reed demanded more work. Matteo frowned with concern. His boss is being unlike himself. His hair is disbelieved as if it's been days since he combed them. He is wearing a black shirt whose sleeves are folded up to his forearms. He is not wearing a tie or a suit. In fact Matteo doesn't know when he is going home and changing either.

I am once again in Matteo's study room. The sun is shining directly in the window. and on his face, which shone directly at him. He was glancing through a book and didn't even notice I was present. I can't believe we are doing this! Me and Mateo dating each other. He is a prince charming but sadly an arrogant one . He was putting on a white turtleneck shirt and a pair of white trousers. I dressed with the intention of staying there for the whole day if that's what he wants.

Mateo's pov They all offered me appealing gazes but I knew that was a mask underneath their menacing looks. It was safe to say that no one in the mafia could trust each other but with the way things were moving, my height of paranoia would stretch to its limit and my patience was wearing thin. “Matteo has delivered the painting… but uh, is it safe here now that girl is around?” Angelou linked his fingers together. The man has more rings in his fingers and a scar on his left eye, evidence of five failed marriages. His eyes darted left and right as he spoke as though waiting for someone or backing him up.

Matt frowns at him, clearly annoyed—until his eyes land on us. “What are you doing, that’s my favorite shirttt—aaah…” Matt’s voice trails off as he, too, stares. “You guys look amazing,” Ben says, eyes wide. I grin as Matt slowly nods in agreement. “Yep. Caden’s going to flip though,” he mutters. Ben rolls his eyes. “Serves him right. And it’s not that short. Although, May… has Ryan seen that dress?” “Yes. I’m wearing shorts,” she replies confidently.

Sharon could confess that the dress looked pretty like Madam Shan's, and she sincerely hoped Mathew wouldn’t reject it again. Sharon breathed softly and stepped out of the dressing room, carrying the gown elegantly. The moment she walked out, Matthew, who was sitting on the sofa across the room, tore his gaze from the magazine in his hands, and they rested on Sharon. His jaw instantly slackened and he must confess that she looked so stunning. The yellow strapless gown looks so perfect on her body that they managed to put her curves on full display. The gown's strapless design adds a touch of daring elegance, revealing her shoulders and drawing the eye to the gentle curve of her collarbones.

He asked again. Faith nodded her head and grabbed the collar of his shirt in her fist – pulled his face down to capture his lips again. Her fingers made it to the buttons of his shirt while He pulled her robe down. Faith was completely naked underneath. Mateo refrained from looking down at her naked body because if Faith changes her mind, he might not be able to stop himself after seeing her completely bare.

There was a thud on our door, and I got so mad. “Who is it at this time?” I said to Ethan. He turned on the lights and I told him that I would check. I opened the door and saw Mateo standing in front of me shirtless. That almost took my breath away. “What.. What.. Oh God, what do you want?” “Fuck, you look so sexy.” He whispered to me, and I shut the door behind me. I looked at my dress, and it was so transparent. “Mateo, we are in front of my..”

“Mr. Matteo is in the gym.” I nodded and headed down the hallway she indicated, coffee cup warm in my hands, robe clutched tight. The gym door was open. I heard the rhythmic, hard thud of fists hitting a heavy bag before I saw him. Matteo was there. No shirt. Sweat glistening on his shoulders and down the hard lines of his back. Tattoos moved with every powerful strike... ink covering his chest, ribs, wrapping around his sides. He hit the bag with controlled fury, precise and relentless, like he was working something out.

I guessed it was due to the water Matteo had forcefully shoved down my throat that didn't make me wake up feeling nauseous this morning, but that didn't mean I didn't feel a headache. It could easily be ignored, but at the same time, it was still there. Matteo stepped into the room, casually dressed, laid-back, yet stylish, and was very much befitting for a walk. He was wearing a light blue linen button-down shirt, its sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his muscular inked arms. Paired with the shirt, he opted for beige chino shorts that hit just above the knee; on his feet were brown leather sandals to complete his look.

Air quoting her last word "Yes, and I'm genuinely honored that it's you. Having you as my mate would be my pleasure," he replied with what seemed like a sincere smile. Natasha gave him a puzzled look. What was his angle? He as a loyal dog, loyal to the crown, even though there was no crown in Hayden. "You don't even know me," Natasha challenged, her tone heating up. "And what about your actual mate? Have you considered her feelings in all of this?" "She won't… because she's dead," Fredrick confessed.