Chapter 087

Matteo's Pov

I sit patiently behind my desk, waiting for when my wife will decide to make the wise decision of beckoning my call.

An hour sweeps by quicker than I expect, and when I am in the middle of putting away the documents I am working on, my office’s door creaks open and Mirabella peeks her head through.

A smile attempts to stretch at my lips when her eyes meet mine, but I bite down the inside of my cheek to hold it down.

I get off my seat and round my desk, settling my ass on the edge of the center. “Come here,” I flick two fingers at my wife, my tone commanding.

She gives her eyes a roll. “You don’t get to make demands, Matteo.”

A humorless chuckle escapes from underneath my breath. “If I have to ask again, dear wife, you wouldn’t appreciate how quickly this escalates.”

Mirabella is skeptical at first, but soon after, slow steps start moving her towards me. She heaves a breath and stops walking when she’s at a close proximity with me.

“Closer,” I whisper.

She takes two short,