Chapter three

Wow, the hotel was beautiful. I felt Matteo's eyes on me before I met them. His eyes held amusement and content. Probably because he had finally given me what I wanted.

Carillon Miami,

Presently we were at Carrillon Miami Resort and what with I was seeing, I'm glad I packed good.

Matteo led me to the room we were staying so we could rest.

"Look who's happy," he said and my smile widened. I wrapped my hands around his neck and gave him a kiss.

"Why wouldn't I be? You know I've always wanted to come here and now that I am here, I'm going to cross it out of my country list." I said.

"You have a list?" He asked in surprise.

"Of course I do. Miami, Paris, Mexico and Dot dot dot if you know what I mean." He couldn't help it, he laughed at me.

"How did I not know?" He asked himself and held me closer.

"That's a good question. How did you not know Matteo? You are supposed to be the man 'of' my dreams." I said and he laughed again. I couldn't contain my smile.

I was indeed happy.

"Why don't we take a shower?" He said, pulling me incredibly closer. I knew what that meant.

Shower sex, my favorite.

"Sure, we don't want to be dirty when we go to bed, do we?" I said, sliding my hands up his torso and taking his shirt along with me.

"Dirty girl," he smiled and helped himself out of his shirt and then his trousers. I unhooked my jeans in a flash, throwing it on the bed and when I stood, I took my shirt of too.

"It's like I'm seeing you naked for the very first time." He said.

"You like?" I asked, turning so he could do the honours of unhooking my bra.

"Yes, I like." He pulled the straps down my shoulders and the bra fell to the floor. In no time, he took my breast in his hold and squeezed softly.

"I'm in love with you," I giggled as he kissed down her shoulders taking my hair to other side. "I can never get tired of this," he said to me, hands sliding down to my waist level. "Are you all wet for me baby?"

"Ah yes." I moaned softly as he touched my clit, circling around it slowly. I could feel the hair behind my neck stand, the feeling almost making me lose my balance, so, I leaned into him.

He kissed my neck one more time then let go of me and took my hand, pulling me towards to bathroom.

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Do you know what it feels like to be on top of the world? Yes, I know the feeling only that there is a slight change in that saying in my case.

Matteo, my trip to Miami, swimming, sex, clubbing, sex...Have I mentioned sex before? I couldn't have. Right now, the world I had was perfect. There was nothing telling me something could go wrong again.

I mean everything is literally perfect right now, what could go wrong? With Matteo and I, strengthening our relationship and bond, maybe by the time we get back to New York he'll pup the question.

Of course I'll marry him, My Matteo.

Presently we were having dinner outside. Matteo insisted that we stayed till Sunday, he had an important meeting on Tuesday and so we leave by Monday. But, he did promise we were going to make this weekend one of the best.

I took a picture of us eating our Vesuvio Al pomodorino. Matteo was looking at something on his phone when I took the first picture.

"Hey, Matteo." I called and took a picture of us immediately he looked up. I have been taking pictures all day, both at the beach, on the streets and all the places we went site seeing.

I placed the phone on video and turned the camera to him. He was still on the phone with his dinner already finished.

"Matteo," he raised his head to look at me and when he saw what I was doing, he suddenly grew shy.

"What the fuck Vanessa," he covered his face.

"Come on now shy baby, just one look," I teased. His dimples were perfect when he smiled.

Matteo had the perfect brown hair and side beard. His dimples complemented his smile so perfectly that it's hard not to drool.

Matteo was handsome. I find some girls staring most times and it's hard to contain my jealousy. Most times, he knew they were staring but he never made it seem so. When he was with me, I had every bit of his attention.

"I'm going to take a picture of your dick when you sleep?" He rushed and collected the phone from me.

"How would you do that, i have your phone now," he teased.

"Give it back Matteo." I stretched to take the phone but he pulled me to his laps easily.

"What were you saying about my dick?" He whispered.

"Christ, we are in a fucking restaurant Matteo. Behave,"

"Says the woman that made a statement about dicks in public." He said and I snatched my phone from his hand in reply.

"Oh but I am going to do what I said, watch and see."

"How about we do a video of you sitting on it instead?" When my jaw dropped he couldn't contain his laughter.

"You're annoying," I said playfully and his laughter continued like music to my ears.

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I have never slept so good in a while. I adjusted myself under the duvet, turning to face Matteo. The bed was soft and felt so good against my body. I smiled in my sleep, stretching my arm out to place on Matteo's chest like I always do but I arm landed on the soft mattress instead.

A frown grew on my face and I was forced to open my eyes.

When did he get out of bed? I asked myself. Listening carefully I heard his voice softly and so I sat up carefully, trying not to disturb him. I could see his shadow behind the curtains where he sat to receive fresh air.

I stood from the bed after a while and walked towards him, hoping to tell him to come back to bed. As I wanted to swipe the curtains open, I overheard my name.

"Vanessa has done so much for me mom. I don't think I can do what you're telling me to do." He said, distress in his tone.

"I told you to give me time mom. I don't know how she's going to feel when I tell her that we have to end what we have." He said again after a while.

I stood there in shock.

"I know what you and Dad are doing for me mom, I never said I don't appreciate it. I said I'll break up with her alright. I need time to-"

He was interrupted. I saw him pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration. But that wasn't the case now, I felt like I couldn't breath. My throat constricted in pain just listening to what he was saying.

"Fine, but we talk about this when I come back from Miami." He said before cutting the phone.

Standing up from the chair he was sitting, he turned and saw me, standing there because I couldn't move. My legs didn't want to.

His face fell knowing that I overheard his conversation. He opened his mouth to say something but closed it back, short of words.

I didn't know when a sob left my lips and so I covered my lips with my hands and turned to go back inside.

"Vanessa-" he tried but failed when nothing came forth again. He followed me inside nevertheless.

"I swear I was going to tell you," I threw a pillow at him instantly in anger and he did nothing to evade the hit.

"Don't fucking say anything Matteo!" I screamed at him. It's a good thing this hotel room was soundproof. "I knew there was something wrong. This is why you were acting weird wasn't it?" I asked, my voice hoarse.

"I didn't want it to end this way,"

"How did you play it in your mind then? When we got back from this awesome trip, you blow it up in my face?"

"Vanessa, i-"

"I hate you!" I screamed, throwing another pillow at him and even then he just stood there. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" I rushed out and he couldn't meet my gaze.

"All these time," I felt the hot tears run down my cheeks. "You fucking said you'll never get tired of this, of us."

"And I'm not," he finally looked at me. He tried to approach me.

"No, don't you dare." I warned with my finger raised.

"You think this is easy, I'm not happy that we are splitting up. When I stood you up that night, my dad made me stay. He told me to not lead you on anymore since I'm getting married to his client's daughter."

The whole world stopped. I swear I saw two. My head was tampering with my vision and I couldn't see clearly. I stumbled a bit and he tried to approach me again but I raised my hand, telling him that I'm okay.

I sat on the bed in defeat, trying to sink in whatever Matteo just told me.

He was getting married? He was getting married to someone else? Matteo was- shit! I combed my hair with my fingers in frustration.

I felt the bed dip a bit far from me, signaling that he had sat down on the bed.

"I didn't have a choice. The company is not running well like you think it is and he insisted that I marry her just so he could save it. I swear I said no but when I saw how bad it was, I had to agree." Matteo said. I still had my head buried in my hands.

"Vanessa i...I love you,"

"Loving me means nothing now," I said, finally raising my head. "I thought this trip was-"

"It wanted to make you happy one last time before I told you. I didn't want to ruin it for you."

"It's already ruined." Grabbing my phone and card on the stand, I stood to leave.

He asked desperately, "Where are you going?" It was then I took a proper look at him, he was in pain.

"Somewhere far away from you." I told him and he grabbed my hand desperately.

"Please-"

"I need to go far from you." I seethed, and he let go.

"Fine. I will be gone by tomorrow so can have your space. I will extend your time in Miami for a little longer so you can have time for yourself." I didn't reply him, instead, I left the room.