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I need Matteo Ricco in every aspect of my life.I must destroy my father so I can claim this man with every inch of my heart.
Matteo Ricco is mine.
And I’m his.
Forever.
Chapter 16
Matteo Ricco
Whether she’s naked in my arms, wearing an oversized, threadbare t-shirt as she washes my clothes in her ridiculous yet ingenious mini travel washer, donning her most professional pantsuit as she serves Ms.Lynn her lawsuit paperwork, or dressed in the most expensive black gown money can buy, she’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.
Brook Simons steals my breath no matter where we are or what we’re doing.
Just this morning, she ended my secretary’s career with brutal swiftness.I wish I could have enjoyed the pleasure sooner, but we needed to recruit a new hire before we vacated Ms.Lynn’s position.
Now she emerges from the private bathroom in my office and scrutinizes her reflection.I cannot fathom what about the black dress displeases her.She’s exquisite.
I tell her so.She rolls her eyes and gestures toward the exit.
“I’d look better if my asshole boss didn’t make me work overtime and my boyfriend didn’t steal the two hours I was supposed to spend on my makeup and hair,” she grumbles.
I hook my arm around her waist and pull her close.She stumbles and squeaks, and I vow to take advantage of her heels and make her repeat the sound many more times tonight.I spear my fingers through her hair and tilt her head back.
“I didn’t hear you complaining earlier and you madeplentyof noise, little rabbit,” I say with a satisfied smirk.
We made the office filthy.The scent of sex still lingers in the air.I have zero regrets, and neither does she, but she blocks my attempt to kiss her with her hand.
“We’re already late, and I’m sore as hell, too.I should be invading your house and demanding a long, hot soak in that ridiculous bathtub, but we can’t let everyone’s hard work go to waste.Let’s go,” she insists.
She’s a woman after my own heart.She understands what it means to be a trustworthy, reliable professional.I won’t have anyone else by my side and under my sheets except for her.
“Come home with me after and you’ll get that soak,” I promise.
She looks toward the ceiling in mock contemplation.
“Maybe I will, maybe I won’t,” she goads.
I growl and lift her in a cradle hold.She balks.
“You’ll be on your feet enough at the party.I’m saving your toes.Hold on to me, little rabbit,” I demand.
She huffs but wraps her arms around my nape.Her purse bounces against my back as I carry her to the elevator.
We arrive later than most of the patrons, but we aren’t attending to steal the show.A bit of socializing and mentioning my company’s progress should be enough attention to boost awareness and sales.
Ourcompany.As soon as she accepts my proposal, I’ll hand her the documents to sign to make her a co-owner with majority shares.I’ve already rewritten my will to make her the main benefactor should an accident occur.Her lack of interest over my monetary assets makes her the perfect candidate.Yet another thing I have zero regrets over.
I open her car door and offer her my hand.She accepts and rises from the vehicle.When I tug her against my side, she slips her arm around my back.As cameras flash and reporters call out questions, she fists the back of my coat and glares at me for a moment before pasting a serene smile on her face.
Ah.I didn’t explain the level of exposure.I won’t fail to do so again, even though she slips into the role of arm candy with impressive ease.
I answer a few pertinent questions, then ignore the yelling and lead my woman through the chaos to the entrance.
We step into the opulent ballroom with as little fanfare as I can manage, but my success is well-known, so a stream of socialites flock toward us the moment we enter.Brook makes small talk and smiles, but she holds onto the back of my suit like it’s a lifeline.
This may be worse than the presentations the teachers forced us to give in high school, and she had no preparation.With no outline or script to follow, she must want to run as far away as possible.When she glances around in search of an exit for the third time, I excuse us from the crowd and lead her to a table on the quieter side of the room.
