Matthew Bernard Novels & Stories

He had easily gotten Chairman Laurier’s approval due to his skills, diligence, and honesty, and he was often stuck to Matthew’s side like glue, happy and contented with the responsibilities of his job. Matthew, on the other hand, was a stark contrast to Bryce’s plain appearance. Matthew often drew eyes to him wherever he went because of his looks. With inky black hair, the strands plastered against his forehead, and deep-set eyes that resembled the color of a dark, stormy sea, he gave off a mysterious, provocative image that was irresistible to women. Coupled with his height, tanned skin, and elegant, tailored suits, he could easily sweep a woman off her feet if he wanted to.

a familiar voice adds and I freeze. When did Matteo get back from work?

Bonnie “I don't understand.” He's just thrown a major curve ball at me and I have so many things I want to say but at the same time, I feel speechless. “I thought you… you didn't want me as your mate?” He runs his hand through his hair before letting out a long sigh. “It was never that I didn't want you as my mate. It was never personal to you, I just didn't want a mate full stop. Well, I wouldn't allow myself to. It's all so complicated." He lets out a huff of frustration seeming to match the frustration that I feel inside of me.

“ I don't understand why she treats you this way. Yet you stop me from giving her a piece of my mind.’’ he says, bringing his fingers over my cheeks and brushing his knuckles over my skin. I can't help but shut my eyes relishing at the feeling it brings. “ I'm not going to be the reason you go against your mother.’’ “ but alondra…’’ “ Come on, Weston,’’ I interrupted, “ we should go before someone catches us.’’ “ Sometimes I wonder why I'm so much more comfortable with you than those whom I call my family. I love them but with you my life feels complete.’’ END OF FLASHBACK. ~~~~~~~~~ He said it won't stop for the first time he said it that day. if you have completed my presents. Now it certa

His eyes locked on mine, sharp and assessing, like he was cataloging every rule I’d broken just by sitting here. “Julian,” I said softly, my voice catching in my throat. Matthew stood and extended his hand. “I’m Matthew Barney.” Julian didn’t even glance at it. His gaze stayed fixed on me, cold and possessive. “So this is where you’ve been,” he said quietly. My fingers tightened around my coffee cup. I hadn’t done anything wrong, yet my heart raced like I had. My palms were damp against the ceramic. But this time, I didn’t look away.

His eyes met mine and he smirked, watching as Carter moved aside to stand by me, his beta, Matteo stood one step behind his Alpha, waiting for my reaction. “I am surprised to see you here” I said, standing up from my chair. I fixed my suit’s jacket and extended my hand to shake his. “I believe that I can come and see my partner when I want, plus, if I remember correctly, we have a meeting” he said, shrugging his shoulders. I simply nodded in response, watching as he took a seat in front of me. I nodded at Carter to leave, wanting to speak to the capo dei capo in private, and seeing that, Donatello nodded at Matteo to follow. His eyes met mine, and getting up from my seat, I walked to the bar

A calculated gesture. “Am I interrupting?” he asked, as if it truly mattered. Benjamin didn’t respond. He simply stepped aside. “I thought maybe you could use some company,” Matthew said as he settled into one of the leather armchairs. He didn’t wait to be invited. He poured two glasses. Benjamin accepted his without thinking. “I was reviewing the Carter Group’s numbers this week. Impressive. Truly. You’ve closed three major deals in under two months. And the international positioning... flawless,” he said with the tone of someone commenting on the weather.

I text instead. I know about the transfer. I know about the leverage note. Call me. We ride in silence for a block. My phone rings. Matthew. “Where are you?” I ask. “JFK,” he says. “My flight boards in forty minutes.” “You are running.” “I am leaving,” he says. “There is a difference.” “Matthew.” I keep my voice flat. “Divine paid you three times market rate with a transfer note that says leverage. You handed me the flash drive. You went on record with the Times. You burned your own cover and your contract.” I pause. “I need to understand why.”

Aliyah raised an eyebrow but she didn’t stay to hear his response. “You know, what I don’t get is what you are to him. I mean, everyone knows he has a mate, so what are you, his hidden girlfriend or something?” Steven asked her leaving back and smirked when she stopped in her tracks, “am I right?” “Wow, what are you, the news speculator or the alpha’s son? Because trust me, you are acting more like the former than the latter.” Aliyah turned to him but seeing the boy’s glaring black eyes, she rolled her blue ones. “Listen,” she sighed, “I have nothing to do with what happened to Gerald but I do know one thing, he would be better in a few days.”

I asked with a bit of humor to try and make him smile since it looked like he could use a smile for himself. He smiled and nodded his head. "I suppose it would help you out here. I don't need anyone too serious dear. Just need someone who's willing to do work but you will never be alone with a patient for your own safety and protection." "I understand, One of your guards named Martin said he would be willing to protect me." "Ah yes him, he is our best guard." Mr. Baxter spoke with a bit of a smirk.