Nobody to Somebody

Chapter 28

I went outside to the yard, letting the cool breeze run through my face. I sat on the bench, looking at the beautiful flowers they had here. A Daisy. My favorite.

I heard footsteps, and I thought it was Matteo, but I was mistaken. It was Marco.

"Ms Ross. You need to be back in the house." He stood beside the bench at a respectable distance. I looked at him, and I sighed.

"Marco. I do not want to go back there." I folded my arms like a little kid who wants her toys.

"I am ordered to keep everyone safe, and that is of you follow protocol. Everyone knows the Valentinos are here, meaning they might do anything to come in here. They might start shooting. We are talking about billionaires in the house." His voice was oddly soothing, and I understood him. He did have a point, after all.

"So, Ms Ross, I would like you to follow security protocol. Otherwise, I would be forced to take action." He said, and I saw another figure covered by his shadow approaching us.

"Leave us. I'll take her, Marco." Matteo said, and Marco nodded, walking away.

I kept staring anywhere but his face. I possibly might have ruined the dinner for everyone or made it better without me being there, but either way, no one will notice if I'm gone.

"Why did you walk out?" I felt Matteo's presence next to me on the bench, and my body tensed. His scent was just so addicting. If I could not control myself, I would be cuddling him to death.

"Because. I needed some fresh air." I turned to look at the fountain and the lights that the yard had.

"Oh. Are you sure?" He scooter closer, and I felt the fabric of his clothing touching mine. With one touch even if it's by fabric, it makes me want Matteo.

"Don't you need to go back to Bianca?" I spat the words out, and I was surprised by my own tone. I am not a person who usually takes outbursts like that. I was probably trying to hide the fact that I want his touch more than anything right now.

"No. I'm here with you. That is all that matters." He took his hands to my chin, and he tilted it to make me face him. With that one action, I was all his and he knew that because he was smirking.

"You know that I was not good with colors when I learned English. I  confused the names of the colors like red and orange or blue and purple. The only color I got right was green. Which is what you are right now." He smirked, and it took me a while to get what he was implying.

"Are you saying that I'm jealous?" I asked incredulously, placing a hand of my heart. I love being dramatic towards Matteo. He is the only one that sees this side of me.

"The signs are obvious. Your face is only expressive towards that one emotion, which is jealousy." He said, and I was surprised that he knew so much about in such little amounts of time.a he actually does care about me. I don't want to feel vulnerable when it comes to Matteo which is why I'm always a bit meaner to him.

"I'm not." I said, looking face to face to him. "Why'd you straighten it?" He played with my hair. He was referring to my hair.

"I had to look elegant." I quoted one of the hairstylists. They thought my curls were not as elegant, so I had to straighten my hair. I miss my curls already but I had to do it for Matteo's dinner as a good friend.

"You always do. I'd be playing with your curls if it weren't for them. I'm going to fire the person who said that to you." He was serious, and I chuckled. "There's no need to do that." I said, and he looked away.

"I'm not going anywhere." He said, his eyes directing the determination he has towards me.

"But what if -" He cut me off by putting his hands around my waist.