Chapter 23
Chapter
Twenty-Three
MATTEO
“ H oly shit,” I exhale as I adjust myself while jogging down the stairs, two steps at a time.
I just walked in on Wren getting off in the shower.
To me.
And fuck me if that wasn’t the sweetest noise I’ve ever heard. Her whimpers for me. Her crying out my name. It was over before it really even got started. My poor tesoro is so wound up from needing me.
A rumble erupts from my chest as I walk into my office and plop down into my chair.
God, that was the hottest fucking thing. I want to know what she was thinking about. Was it when I made her wear my shirt to bed? Girls love that shit.
I was only up there to check on her. Aldo basically reamed my ass this morning after Alessio left about how I’m being a pussy and not dealing with what’s waiting for me in my bed. I would have punished him for talking to me like that, but in reality, I needed the check.
Wren has been my obsession since I first laid eyes on her. No matter what I do, I can’t get her out of my fucking head.
So yeah, I was on my way up to talk to her. Until I stepped two feet into the room and heard that sweet sigh. Then, I just stood there and listened until I realized what she was doing. So there I stood, like the sick fuck I am, listening to my girl, who doesn’t know she’s my girl get off to the thought of me.
Does it make me a sick fuck if it was about me?
Soft steps heading my way break me out of my thoughts, making me wonder just how long I’ve been sitting here thinking about it.
“Matteo?” Wren softly calls before her head pops into the doorway. “Are you busy?” My heart rate picks up as she comes closer. She’s so fucking beautiful. The bruising on her face has lessened a lot over the past week.
“No, come in.” I busy myself with rearranging some papers on my desk that were already organized, trying to play it cool and not think about her with her fingers in her sweet cunt, pleasuring herself to the thought of it. “What do you want to talk about?” I ask when she’s seated in front of me. Her cheeks are still flush. Is that from your orgasm, tesoro ?
“I was just wondering what the game plan is,” Wren says, fidgeting with the ring on her thumb.
“The game plan?” I raise my eyebrow at her.
“Yeah.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Like, how long am I being held hostage?”
I let out a laugh. She’s always so dramatic. “You’re not being held hostage, tesoro . You’re welcome to come and go as you please. ”
“Oh.” I can see more questions swirling in those bright blue eyes.
“Out with it.” I gesture with my hand.
“Out with what?” Wren asks, looking anywhere but at me. She hasn’t made eye contact with me since she sat down.
“The other questions you’re wanting to ask.” Did you think I was going to ask if your hand was enough to satisfy you? We both know it wasn’t.
Wren doesn’t say anything for a long moment, eyes glued to the pen holder on the corner of the desk. “Where have you been?” she finally asks, eyes widening in shock that she actually asked. “I’m so sorry. That is none of my business.”
“Wren,” I cut her off. “It is your business. You can ask me anything you want, and I will answer honestly. You may not like some of my responses, but I will never lie or sugarcoat things. Okay?”
“Okay,” she says softly with a head nod.
“I had some business to take care of. I’m sorry I haven’t been around much. I’ll change that.”
“No, you don’t have—” she starts before I cut her off again.
“Yes, I do.” She doesn’t need to know that I’ve been pussy footing around her. It’s not a complete lie either; I have been busy handling shit.
Wren clears her throat, “So I’m free to go?”
“Sure.” I smirk. “Just let me get a man to go with you.”
“That is not what being free to go means, Matteo!” Wren groans as she throws her head back dramatically.
“Sure it is. You can go wherever you want. Just this time, instead of being alone, you’ll have a bodyguard of sorts.”
The first time she finally looks at me since she’s sat down is to glare at me in true Wren fashion. If only she knew that glare makes my cock throb every time .
“Fine,” she grits out. “I’m going to work tonight. When can I move back to my place?”
“When I say so. I’ll let Rob know. He will be with you tonight.” With instructions to break any finger that dares to touch what's mine. I’ve never been the possessive type, but the thought of a man even looking Wren’s way makes me want to put a bullet through his forehead.
I hate that she works at a bar. The only reason I’m letting her go is because I know Cain wouldn’t let any shit fly in his bar. His guys lose it if someone touches a woman who doesn’t want it. And I fully back that, but that doesn’t mean I’m okay with some fuck even looking at what’s mine and thinking he can have it. Rob has orders to squash that shit.
She shouldn’t be working at all, but that’ll change soon. Soon, Wren will want for nothing.
“I’m really starting to not like you.” Wren continues to glare at me.
“I think you like me just fine, baby. Next time you cry out my name, it’ll be my fingers stroking that sweet cunt.” I smirk, enjoying the view as her eyes quickly widen at the realization that I heard her in the shower.
Wren narrows her eyes even more as she pushes up off the chair in a huff and storms out of my office.
“Keep glaring at me like that, tesoro, and I’ll bend you over my desk and spank that sweet ass raw,” I call after her.
I didn’t hold that little secret in as long as I thought I would but damn, it was great to see that look on her face.