Matteo

Part 4.

When I woke up, it was still dark outside. It was chilly and strong pair of arms around my waist were the only blanket I had.
I slowly lifted myself up to reach the cover beneath my feet. Matteo loosened his grip on me and after covering us, i turned to face him.
He shifted so that he was on his back now. I put my arm around his chest and one leg on his stomach, smuggling in his neck. He smells heavenly. Mint amd chocolate. My favorite.
'Goodnight, Teo' I say softly
I calmed down after getting some sleep. I was overwhelmed and I liked being alone when I am vulnerable.
'Night my bambi' he whispers and darkness takes over me.

Birds chipping outside woke me up. Why do I have a feeling it's way past... morning?
I slowly open my eyes and big figure is sitting on my bed. I blink once to clear my vision. Matteo.
He was sitting in his sweatpants and reading a book. What is he doing?
I know he likes reading but he has more important business to do.

'morning, bambi' smile crept on my face. I love it when he calls me bambi.
It means baby on Italian and it always melts my heart.
We grew up together and most of the time, we weren't really on good terms, but he always was the one to let it go and go out of his way to make me feel good. I believe the first time he called me bambi was when I was 17 and he was 21,four years ago.
It was my birthday and we had a really big party. I felt uneasy and went in my flower house and he came after me to make sure i was okay. We danced that night and it was very... Sensual. I was in another world. Dancing in my flower house, being high and drunk, dancing with Matteo to faded music was one of my best moments.

'What are you doing?' i ask, sitting up.
'Reading your favorite book' he showed me the book. Dervish and the death. 
'clearly. But don't you have more important things to do? Like lead the Mafia? Kill people? Earn millions?' i ask him amn his lips turn inro a slight smile.

'Don't think for a second i value those things more than you' Okay, why are there butterflies in my stomach?
'Good.' i smile back at him.
'Anyways, I gave everyone in the house a day off in honor of our last victory and they're all in town,so you'll have to make me breakfast' he smirks and I roll my eyes getting up to brush my teeth.
I showered and put on some sweatpants and t-shirt.
I let my hair down and put on a clear lip gloss and mascara.

'What is taking you so long?' Matteo groaned, knocking on the door.

I sprayed vanilla body scent on my body and went out of the bathroom.
He was waiting for me on my doorstep.
We walked down to the kitchen and, surprise. Jennifer was making breakfast. Couldn't she go out too?

' Good morning Scarlett, i didn't realize you were in the house too. Here, i made you guys some breakfast' She smiled putting plates in front of us.

'Thanks' I say giving her the biggest fake smile ever.
'Oh, and coffee too' She said and put one cup of coffee in front Matteo.
Then she poured another one and walked towards me, when she was about to out it in front of me, she tripped.
Lame.

Hot coffee poured all over me,burning my skin and some of the wounds from last night. I'm not going to give her satisfaction of knowing she has indeed hurt me.

'Just the way I like my coffee' I say looking at her.
'Oh. My. God. I'm so sorry.' She covered her mouth. Yeah yeah.

'You alright?' Matteo asked me, i turn around and glare at him.
'Peachy' I say and walk out to get changed.
Fuck you.

After I changed, I went downstairs. Might as well eat that shitty breakfast.
But as soon as I walked in the kitchen, I decided to eat out. Definitely.

Jennifer dry humping Matteo on bar chair . That girl really has some problems. Too much sexual activity.
I get it she's obsessed with his good looks just like every other girl, but why hate on me? Why throw coffee on me? Why?