“You should get treated as well.”Daniel says as he touches the stitches on his head."I feel fine, though."I say as I hand him his jacket and some Jello from the cafeteria."Well, sure, but your cheek is starting to get some colour, and I don’t want to lose a few ‘fingernails’.”I want to roll my eyes and dismiss Matteo’s warning, but I'm not sure how to when I can't read him as well as I could before.“I’ll take some anti-inflammatories when we get home. Don’t worry too much.”"Oh, no, I am well beyond worrying. Livy, he is terrifying. I thought I would die when that bottle crashed in my head, but I couldn’t make a sound because it felt like he would throw me off the ledge for interrupting you two. God, he is just as terrifying as Mari!”A sudden laugh escapes me at the comparison."What?""Didn't I tell you there was one time she made me give her and Luca piggyback rides for three hours straight?""Why didn’t you say no? They have that wooden pony thing that my mum sent.""She sai
"What the hell?"I exclaim as soon as I open the door.Daniel's lip is busted, one of his eyes is swollen, his hand is in a cast, and his neck is bruised with what seems like strangulation marks."The president did this, didn't he?"I ask as I brush my fingers faintly against his cheek.He nuzzles his hand into mine and smiles."I’m fine; it’s just a scratch.""Daniel."I call sadly, and he sighs."I asked him about Neil, and he freaked out. It's fi-""No, it's not fine."My arms wrap around his body softly, trying my best not to hurt him."He wants us to attend the campaign tonight; well, he wants you to attend. I'm too injured. How is your cheek?"For him to ask me about my cheek when he looks miserable is something else.“This isn’t your fault, Danny.”A choked sound leaves his lips before warm droplets fall on my shoulders.“No, it is I-…he said I made him that way and that I made him ‘gay’ by bringing Neil to meet him… Livy, my boyfriend fucked my father.”My hands rub circles on
“Hmm, when?”Matteo asks the nurse.Realising that this might take a while, I click my tongue, grab the finger I gave, and walk past her. Only then does she speak to me."Excuse me, ma'am.""Shove it up your ass."I curse rudely to the nurse, and Matteo’s laugh echoes through the halls, causing the nurse to flush a bright red. "Excuse me; I need a doctor for room six-o-four. The patient is scheduled for surgery, and I have his missing finger."I utter the words to a doctor walking across the hall.“Oh? I can make sure it gets in the right hands.”The doctor says with her lips smiling brightly despite the bags underneath her eyes.With that exchange done, I feel myself relax a little.I don’t want to be in the same space as Matteo, so I turn to leave, but he grabs my arm before I can move past him.“Let go of my hand, Mr D’Amico.”I say candidly and turn my gaze to the nurse, who now looks uncomfortable.“Where are you going?”He asks, and there is no trace of the humour he had displa
"No."This time, Daniel beats me in the rejection, causing Matteo to scoff."I don't think you have the right to refuse me; well, you certainly have the right, but not the privilege.”He says the words to Daniel, then turns his gaze to me as if speaking this time only to me.“I'll give you one last try. I want a night. Tomorrow night. I'll pick you up at six; we'll have dinner at my house-""Or a restaurant."I add, but he chuckles."My house. And well, the rest of the night will be a surprise."He says with a smile."I'm engaged, Matteo; I'm not about to cheat on my fiancé.""Are you really engaged?'Neil...goddammit, Neil!"I gave you a company worth billions; we had a deal to let go so what more could you possibly want from me?"I ask emotions that I would much rather keep hidden leaking into my voice.“A reason as t-.”He begins but takes a deep breath; when he doesn’t continue, I press.“A reason as to what? You said, no, you guaranteed that you will tire of me, so what are you d
We missed the presidential campaign, and since then, my phone has been blowing up. Mum's, too; we've lost business permits for six stores so far, and it's only been a few hours since the party started. Aside from that, a letter came to the house stating that our building in the city is blocking sunlight for an indigenous tree that needs to be preserved. They want us to demolish a building because of a tree. It can't be clearer that this is the president's handiwork, yet with all the turmoil, the only thing on my mind is... "Eliza, Daniel kissed me." I probably should have held on to the secret a little longer, but I couldn’t help it. "Already?" Elizabeth asks as she finishes her round of kisses on the kids and joins me in the hallway after shutting their door, shutting it as we head to my room. "What do you mean ‘already’?" "He's liked you since we were kids." “That was ages ago, and I-I don’t believe you. Anyway, he is dating Neil and…” “And Neil is a man?” “Well…yes.” “You
"Sorry, I'm la- hey!”My apology is cut short by the sight of Marigold and Luca. They are not supposed to be outside, especially with Matteo there.“Didn't I tell you two to go to your rooms?"Their faces pale when they spot me before rushing past me into the house.“Hey, no running-”Daniel's hand takes mine, and he pulls me towards him, cutting off my words to the naughty kids."You look..."Before Daniel can finish his sentence, Matteo's car door opens, and a wounded man hobbles out."Neil."Daniel whispers his name like a prayer as he turns to the peach-haired man, and his hand in mine tightens.I almost want to cancel the date so I can be there for him after their conversation, but of course, I have no choice in the matter."Hey, it'll be okay; just listen first, okay?"Daniel nods to my words, but there is no other clue on his face to say that he has heard them."Olivia."Matteo calls impatiently, so I sigh."Let's talk later."He nods to my words, but again, his eyes are only o
The restaurant was empty, with only the chef present. The lighting was dim; the majority of the space was only lit by candlelight and the kitchen lights.The key point for the ‘date’ was 'public space' as in, not to be isolated with him, but I guess he found a way around it. It’s my fault for forgetting such a loophole.Matteo steps in front of me and pulls my seat, but I hesitate. Is this normal? Is this how most people act with their crazy exes? Do they just give in to demands thrown at them?"Sit."He says impatiently.Seriously, what's the point of pulling my seat if that's his tone? There is no way I can mistake him for chivalrous anyway.Still, let's finish this quickly.After settling on the seat, he sits opposite me.There is no menu; the moment I sit, the chef brings the first meal. It's obvious how much thought he's put into this ‘date’, but as if this is an unmatched blind date, only the sound of our cutlery echoes. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do I.I just want thi
"Wait-"I don't know why 'wait’ is the first word that comes out of my mouth; it should be ‘no’ or ‘stop’, but I can't reach for those words. What if he really stops?Delicious goosebumps rush up my skin, forcing a shuddered breath to escape me.His hand squeezing my breasts seems to deny me of my sanity, so rather than speak, I pry his hands off my body—rather, I try to.I can feel his hot breath against my neck; he is so tall that he needs to hunch his back just to fit his face on my neck."Mat- ah!"Trying to whisper his name is futile, especially when chilly thrillies throb my clit when he rocks his length into my ass.On instinct, my sex twitches in anticipation of him plunging inside me as if the memory of his cock is etched in my body.My toes curl involuntarily when he once again rocks into me, fully clothed.I bite my lip, imagining how my sex would stretch to fit him, how fast he would move and how his weight would pin me to the sink, leaving me helpless and at his mercy.I’