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“He said that? Asshole. I don’t care how scary he is, I’ll castrate him,” she seethes.
“He didn’t say that. He didn’t say anything. And he didn’t have to. I… uh…. I left before he woke up,” I admit while forcing my attention to the front of the class as the professor walks in.
“You left? Why?” Rosa hisses.
“Because I didn’t want to have the awkward morning after talk. It was easier if I just left.”
“And he hasn’t tried to reach out to you?” she asks.
I shake my head. Why would he try to reach out? We didn’t make any promises, didn’t exchange any confessions of undying love. It was sex. Grown-up people have sex. One-night stands are the norm these days. It’s not a big deal.
I try to focus on the lecture. I really do, but my mind keeps getting invaded by images of Antonio every five minutes. Okay, every three minutes. The man is damn fine in a suit. But naked? I didn’t think it was possible for any human to look that good.
“I gotta run. I have a shift at the diner, but call me later. I want all the sordid deets,” Rosa singsongs before picking up her bag and running out the door.
Like I said, it’s my last class of the day so I don’t rush to follow her. I shove my laptop into my bag, grab my phone from the side pocket, and scroll through my messages as I walk out of the building. That is until I hit some sort of wall and my phone drops to the ground.
“Ow… f?—”
A pair of hands grabs hold of my hips as I stumble backwards. Then I peer up. And freeze.
Oh shoot. He’s here. Why the heck is he here?
I glance to my left and then to my right. Students are milling about, chatting in small groups, and rushing off towards their next lecture halls but no one is looking at us.
“Uh…”
Antonio chuckles. His hands drop from my waist, and he bends down to swipe up my phone before holding it out to me. “That’s all you have to say to me, Matilda?” he asks while lifting a challenging brow.
“What are you doing here?” I collect my phone and shove it back into my bag. I don’t bother to check if the screen is cracked. Right now, I don’t care.
“Looking for you.” Antonio smirks, and I swear my knees weaken. “Ya see, I was waiting for you to do the right thing. Thinking to myself… any minute now, she’s going to call. Because the Matilda Valentino I know and love has way too good of manners to just run out without so much as a goodbye.”
The Matilda he knows and loves? That can go into the unpack never basket.
“I’m sorry,” I mumble as I try to wrap my head around what’s going on right now.
“You don’t look very sorry, Matilda. Why’d you leave?”
I glance up and watch as Antonio folds his arms over his broad chest, his shirt pulling tight with the action.
“I thought we agreed no regrets.”
I shake my head. “You’re right. We did. And I don’t have any regrets,” I tell him. “I just… I was trying to make it easy. For both of us. We know that Friday night was just that. A night, one night, Antonio. So why go through the awkward morning after if we don’t have to?”
In a matter of seconds, the softness of his expression disappears. Antonio’s jaw clenches and his eyes gloss over, becoming darker than I ever remember them being before. Then his fingers wrap around my wrist and he tugs me forward, dragging me back into the building. He opens the first door he sees and then shuts it, moving up the hall and repeating the process.
“What are you doing?” I ask, struggling to keep up with him as he continues to drag me along behind him.
He opens the fourth door along the wall, glances at the room, and pulls me inside. He slams it shut and then he’s pushing my back against the closest wall. His body presses into mine. My eyes widen when I feel the hardness of his cock digging into me.
“Does this feel like it was just a one-night thing, Matilda?” Antonio hisses.
“I… uh…” I shake my head. I can’t seem to find any intelligible words.
“No?”
“No,” I repeat.
