I kept my eyes closed, but the silence was not fooling anyone.
“It’s one in the morning,” He murmured. “You’re still awake?”
“Yes,” I sighed, but didn’t turn to him. “And I can smell the…Perfume.”
A breath of amusement. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous.”
“I have no reason to be.”
“How come?”
I bit down on my cheek hard, tasting blood.
“Because I knew me and you could never work.”
My whisper boomed in the dark quiet of the penthouse like a reality shattering the dream we’d been roleplaying for the past few days.
One moment I was clutching my duvet to my chest, urging myself not to break. The next, Matteo wrapped his hand around my ankle like a vice and pulled me down the mattress.
A scream of frustration escaped me as he flipped me on my back. “What are you, crazy?! Let go!”
He straddled me, towering over me as he pressed my body into the mattress with his weight. “God, you always got something to say…”
“Have I ever been wrong?”
Matteo didn’t answer.
That was all I needed.
I looked away, trying to get out from underneath him.
“I’m going back to sleep. Here. Alone.” I moved to get around him but he pushed my thighs back down on the edge of the bed and hunched down between my legs. “Matteo–”
“For you.”
I dropped my eyes to the small luxurious bag he placed on my lap. Curiosity got the better of me – I was weak when it came to gifts – and what I saw inside made my lips part.
“I went to drink atRenato, but then to a Vintage store on Fifth Avenue to get you this. You said you wanted it, but it was some sold out special edition.”
“Yeah.” I slowly looked back up to Matteo. “From the two-thousands! How did you get these?” I marveled at the two sleek, sealed boxes of the perfume I’d been trying to get for longer than I would’ve liked to admit.
“I had some of my guys look around for it. They sent me the location earlier today when they found it.”
A small smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. “You had six-foot, two-hundred-pounds men with gang tattoos walk from vintage store to vintage store looking for this?”
“Not like they had anything better to do,” He waved it off.
“And what did you tell them it was for?”
His eyes met mine, amber and somber.
“A gift for my wife.”
I blushed. “Fakewife.”
“Legally-tied-to-me wife.”
“Temporarily.”
