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“It has everything to do with you needing space. Space won’t help you. It won’t change anything between us. It won’t save you from me.”
He took two steps forward and closed the gap I’d made between our bodies, dwarfing myself with his height. His knuckles traced beneath my chin and titled my head back. Our faces were nearly nose to nose. We fit together like two puzzle pieces.
His cock, snug against my apex, increased the wetness between my thighs.
I kept my hands curled, tightening my grip on my clutch and folder when they slightly began to tremble.
“It doesn’t matter how far away you go because your thoughts will always come back to me. Your mind is a program; I have every intention of being a virus.”
I felt a laugh bubbling up in my chest, unable to stop it from spilling out. What the hell had I gotten myself into?
He shamelessly admitted he was going to fuck my head up. By far the most dangerous creature I’d ever encountered, I knew he would do anything to get whatever it was he wanted exclusively — me.
For whatever reason, despite all my issues, he continually pursued me. His one man cavalry was severely detrimental to my defenses.
I diverted my gaze to the shiny points of his shoes, noting how clean they were.
“Come with me. I won’t hurt you. We’ll go talk and you can eat,” he finally said, stepping back and extending a hand.
I immediately decided that was a much better idea than whatever dance we were currently doing. I blatantly ignored his outstretched palm, still trying to keep a pretense of distance between us.
He laughed amusedly beneath his breath, and followed on my heels.
Reaching the elaborate dining room that had a suspiciously fresh, chic atmosphere, I saw the grand sandstone fireplace had been lit and the table was already set with a variety of brunch items in the center.
Natural sunlight streamed through the massive windows, making the room as a whole seem even cozier than it already did.
From here, the vast ocean view was much more noticeable.
Had circumstances been different, I could have stood and admired it for hours on end.
Mateo walked around me and pulled one of the chairs out. I took it and acknowledged him with a quiet “Thank you”, sinking down on the soft suede cushion.
The man had a neon arrow with the word asshole on it pointing straight at his head, but still managed to be a chivalrous gentleman. He sat beside me at the head of the table—no surprise there.
“Eat something.” It was a command. They were always gentle; he never raised his voice at me. Even when his words cut me deep, they were always spoken eloquently.
Withholding a sigh, I selected a massive blueberry muffin from a wicker basket and poured myself some fresh orange juice.
“What are you, a bird?” he admonished, sliding my plate away.
He took it upon himself to load it up with every item on the table before placing it back in front of me.
“I love your juicy thighs and bubbly ass. If you don’t start eating more, you’ll lose both.”
I couldn’t find it in me to be upset about that, considering I liked my body too, but my appetite was in disagreement.
I took a bite of eggs Benedict just to appease him. The taste was delightful, but with my mind so preoccupied, I didn’t get to savor it the way I usually would have.
He waited until I’d forced more than two mouthfuls of food down my throat before sliding the first paper across the smooth tabletop.
My neck stiffened as I looked over it. I knew what it was: a copy of a deed to my parents’ home with both me and Mateo’s name on it, giving us equal ownership.
Before I could question him, another copied document joined it.
This one was a promissory note with a sum of three hundred-thousand dollars, and my full name written beneath it.
I looked from the papers to Mateo for an explanation.
