Chapter 32 Mateo
MATEO
When I reach the door, I take a deep breath, and then knock, opening it slowly a couple of seconds later.
“Rosa?” I ask quietly, seeing if she’s resting or sleeping.
“I’m up. Come in,” she says with an annoyed and tired tone.
“How are you feeling?” I take a couple steps closer to her, testing the waters.
“Not good.” My heart clenches at her answer, trying not to worry too much. “How was the race?”
“I don’t know. It’s still going.” I sit down on the edge of her bed, watching her weak form sink into the bed.
“You left because of me?” she asks with a hint of disbelief in her voice.
“Of course. Just like you left for me in the UK.” My answer is simple, but it is true. And it’s not like I’m going to let her suffer here alone.
“I had to be taken to the hospital so you would care about me?” She scoffs, and I move to brush a strand of hair out of her face, but she shoves my hand away.
“I always did. Just because you’re not my favorite person doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.” I settle back, enjoying how the wheels are turning in her brain, trying to comprehend that I do, in fact, care about her.
“That makes no sense.” She crosses her arms with a slight pout as I chuckle at her reaction.
“It makes sense to me. Let that be enough.” She rolls her eyes, but doesn’t talk back. Good. Then it’s settled.
A couple of days later, we’re out of the hospital. I slept there with her each day, and despite her pretending she didn’t like it, I didn’t let go of her hand all night. She’s not very affectionate or touchy with me, only if there are cameras, but I know she secretly likes it.
She thought I was sleeping, but I felt her tug me closer the very first night we slept together. Like she wanted to be inside me, clung onto me like a little koala. Not that I’m complaining.
I miss those days. When we weren’t constantly annoyed with each other. I don’t know if it was me or her that messed up our relationship, or if both of us are at fault, but I really do miss it.
I finally had a meaningful connection, and she didn’t tell me the one thing that was important. She knew I had a scandal going on, and I could’ve been accused of the same thing if people knew she was the niece of a rival team principal.
Actually, I still do. Countless DMs and comments that say they’re happy I’m with someone, but there are ones who aren’t, either because they think I can find someone better, or she could find someone better.
And there are the ones with the conspiracy theories, including me giving away information to her as well. Damn idiots, I’m telling you. I’m happy if she even tosses a simple ‘hey’ my way in the morning, not indulging in deep conversations about how our car works.
“Hey. Vickie told me we have an interview scheduled for later today. You want me to cancel it?” I ask as Rosa picks up the phone. We’re one room away, but I was too lazy to go over.
“What? No. I’m good. We can go,” she replies, but she doesn’t sound genuine.
“You sure? We can wait.” It’s only been three days since they discharged her.
“Mateo, I’m okay. We haven’t been really active last week, and now that the summer break’s starting, they need the content. I’ll be there.”
“Okay, okay. No need to snap my head off. I’ll see you at—”
She hangs up with a ‘bye’ before I could even finish. Someone’s grumpy today.
Mateo
You know I can reach you over text, too, right?
Rosa
Not if I block you.
We still have Instagram.
You're so infuriating.
I toss my phone on the bed, deciding to cook something for lunch. I went running today and I died a little after, given that I haven’t worked out for almost two weeks now. I need to wind down now.
When I’m done eating the delicious steak with baked potatoes, I realize the time.
I start grabbing clothes out of the wardrobe, lost in the countless options.
After thirty minutes, I gave up and sent a text to the witch living in the room next to mine, asking for help.
I can basically imagine her face, cursing me for being so stupid that I can’t choose an outfit for an interview. Or maybe… I have hidden intentions.
There’s a knock on the door, and I stride over, opening it with an innocent look on my face. “You’ve managed to choose nice outfits so far. How is it that you can’t do it now, when we’re late?” She rolls her eyes, then her gaze wanders over my shirtless body in a not-so-subtle way.
“Just help me. Please,” I beg, feigning innocence. She finally gives in and comes inside, making her way to the wardrobe.
She starts throwing clothes out, all of them, followed by a simple no, stopping once in a while to inspect them, then throwing them on the floor anyway.
I slowly and quietly sneak up behind her, thinking that nothing’s under her towel is making me crazy. I wrap my arms around her waist from behind. At first, she tenses up but lets herself go when I start kissing her neck, gently pecking her all over.
“We really are going to be late, Teo.” There’s the nickname again. I think I finally figured it out. When she’s angry with me, she calls me Mateo. Any other time, I’m Teo. Now I just gotta keep up being Teo.
“I don’t care. You’re grumpy. I think you’re in need of a little stress release,” I whisper, teasing the sensitive spot behind her ear. My kisses get sloppy, enjoying myself.
“But we can’t be late. I’m not getting paid to make us late to our first official interview together. Teo…” she answers, trying her best to deny me, but I know her body craves it. Her shoulders are hard as hell, and I’m about to untangle those muscles.
“And if we do it in a missionary? So you can keep arguing with me?” I bite into her neck, giving it my everything to convince her.
I would so rather be inside her right now and listen to her being a brat, than pretending in front of cameras with boring questions that we’re a real couple. Which, at the end of the day, is quite hard to do when I can’t even figure out what we are.
I step back from her, sitting down on the bed, watching her slowly turn around and face me with a confused look, her arms crossed in front of her chest.
“What are you doing?” she asks, lifting an eyebrow.
“I’m waiting,” I reply after a while, unable to stop smirking. She’s so adorable, trying not to give in.
“Waiting for what?” she asks, like she doesn’t know the answer.
“For you to break.” My smile only turns wider at the way her cheeks heat up. It’s so easy to make her flustered.
She puts her index finger under my chin, lifting my head up to look at her as she comes closer. I bite my lips, my hand slowly making its way up her thighs, inching closer and closer to her core.
“Fine. Let’s keep arguing,” she finally says, and I reach for her towel, unwrapping her like a present.
It was so loosely tied around her that it easily fell off, and my mouth waters at the sight once again. I cannot get enough of this woman. I pull her into my lap, and then I gently lay her on her back while I kiss her senselessly.
I take my time kissing around her neck and collarbone, and by a sudden thought, I start sucking on her sensitive neck, leaving behind a mark. She moans, but hisses when she feels the piercing feeling.
“Mateo! We have an interview in an hour! Did you really just give me a hickey?” she asks, rubbing the now purple skin, trying to soothe it.
“I sure did. Just in case they’d forget who you belong to,” I say, moving downward, capturing her perfect breast in my mouth.
I could suck on these beauties for a lifetime, and I’d never get bored. I’ll start a petition asking for a lifetime subscription to Rosa’s breasts. Hell, I’ll start a petition to make her the eighth wonder of the world.
Her nipples harden, her moans get louder, and the way she grabs my hair in pleasure makes me so hard, I think my zipper will rip.
I release her boob with a loud pop, getting up to take my pants off.
She spreads her legs before me with a teasing smirk, and I get an even nicer view of her, glistening wet pussy.
“Mierda… Rosa.” I groan, lowering my head and closing my eyes shut, I even have to clench my asshole to stop myself from finishing in my boxers. I’ve never been more turned on by a woman than her, and it’s not the first time it happened. Little witch.
I feel the pre-cum wet my boxers, and when I’m positive I won’t blow, I relax, pulling it off, then getting back on top of her.
“You little tease. Now, do you think you deserve a little slapping for it?” I ask, watching her cheeks redden even more. What a sight for sore eyes.