Is that a kink of yours?
Matteo
You curious about my kinks, Sunny?
Sunny
Never.
I can’t fight the smile pulling on my lips. She’s a goddamn liar and she knows it.
Matteo
I wanna see you. Let me bring you dinner.
Sunny
Fine. If you show up with baked ziti, I’ll consider letting you in.
Matteo
I need your address.
Sunny
You didn’t memorize it when you walked me home? I overestimated you, Ford.
Matteo
It was nearly four o’clock in the morning. Give me your address.
Those three dots bounce on the screen for longer than I would expect for her to type in her address. For a second I’m worried she might actually not send it, right before it finally pops up.
Sunny
Text me when you’re close, I’ll meet you downstairs.
Matteo
See you soon.
Shaking my head to myself, a soft laugh escapes me as I open up the web browser on my phone to find the perfect restaurant to order take-out from.
At this point, she could ask me to fly to a different country to fetch her food and I’d probably hop on a plane without thinking twice.
All for the sake of our deal, of course.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
JADE
“In a different life, we would have been more than this. We would have created instead of destroyed.” - Clara Foss, Painted Inferno
Shit, shit, shit.
I don’t know why I agreed to Matteo coming over. My entire apartment looks like a tornado ripped through it.
My trash isn’t overflowing, but the sink is full of dishes. I quickly walk over, grabbing the different plates and dishes and arrange them all in the dishwasher. Being on a deadline has a way of making me hunker down in my apartment like a hobbit. The only thing I’ve been keeping up on is showering—thank God—and making sure my clothes are washed.
