I know I’m dancing too close to the fire, but I can’t help it. A worked-up Matteo is somehow even hotter. And the orgasm I just had has me feeling extremely relaxed.
“Who says?” He chuckles humorlessly. “How about your older fucking brother, who is also my best friend?!” he yells. “Next time, lock the fucking door!”
He slams the door behind him, clearly pissed, and that makes me smile. Because despite not wanting to be, Matteo is attracted to me.
I know I can’t act on it.
As he pointed out, he’s my brother’s best friend, and my brother would lose his shit.
Plus, Matteo isn’t the relationship type.
But still … it feels good to know that Matteo Antonov would totally fuck me.
15
Matteo
“Let me do the talking,”Kevin says as we walk into the county office to handle this permit bullshit with Lucian’s Gym.
I spoke to Lucian this morning and told him I’d take care of it, and as always, his only concern was for me, making sure I was okay and asking if I needed anything.
What I need is to get laid.
After walking in on Dani fingering herself, I took a long, hot shower, where I used that very image to get myself off … twice. And then I spent the next several hours working out in my gym, trying to burn off the tension. But it was no use.
Dani is under my roof and under my skin.
I’ve told myself she’s off-limits. Besides the fact that she’s twelve years younger than me, she’s my best friend’s little sister. And while I have no doubt the sex would be hot … then what? She’s not the type of woman you fuck and leave. That’s why I make it a point to only spend time with women who know the score.
But Dani … she’s the marrying type. Wants the kids and husband and white picket fence—everything I don’t want. I’ve yet to see a marriage that isn’t toxic. And before you say my brother’s, they’ve only been together for a short time. And look at what happened when Peyton came back into his life. Their son was nearly kidnapped … twice.
“Matteo, you with me?” Kevin asks, making me realize I was spacing out. Something I do when my head is all over the place.
“Yeah,” I tell him, “I’m with you.”
“Okay, good.”
Dominick offered to come, but I wanted to deal with this myself. His time is better served by handling our businesses and being with his family. He supports my love and need to fight and understands that the gym is vital to my well-being, but if the gym were to get shut down, it wouldn’t affect him like it would me.
Shit, maybe I should’ve had him come.
I don’t know this Kevin guy, and if I let my emotions get the better of me, I could fuck it all up.
Kevin walks over to the counter and requests to speak to the inspector. The woman smiles nervously, telling me she knows who I am, and then gets up and guides us back to his office.
Peter Greenfieldis written across his door, but I already know who he is. I did my research, and Eddy helped me find everything I needed to know about this jackass. I’m going to let Kevin handle it, but if I need to, I’ll step in.
The moment Peter opens the door, I know everything Eddy found on him is true. The man is perspiring like a little bitch.
“Mr. Greenfield,” Kevin says, using that voice attorneys always use that makes them sound above everyone else. “Thank you for meeting with us.”
We have a seat, and Kevin tells him why we’re here, even though we all know Peter already knows why we’re fucking here.
They’re going back and forth, talking about the bullshit violations the inspector supposedly found this morning when he did another inspection. Finally, I’ve had enough, and I cut in.
“Who bribed you?”
Kevin groans, and Peter’s eyes go comically wide.
