Nobody to Somebody

Chapter 41

When we got inside, there was Beau on the couch and Alessia all the way there by the kitchen. It was about 6 pm, and I'm guessing it was dinner time. She can cook? I can already feel the stomach bug manifesting in their stomachs once they eat hell.

"Ciao." I said, not caring whether anyone heard me or not. I went upstairs towards my bedroom, and when I got there along with Zoey, I took off my shoes. I wore my hair down because it had been seriously a long day.

"I'm going to take a quick shower." I threw my phone on the bed, and I went on to shower so I could be in my comfortable clothes.

When I showered, I felt I was growing hair in my part, and well, I had to shave, unfortunately.

After that grueling experience, I got out of the shower with a head wrap and a towel wrapped over my body. I came out of the bathroom, and I heard Zoey arguing with someone from my phone.

"No, I do not have cooties. It's a mythological thing that doesn't exist!" And I already know who she is arguing with.

"Can I just speak to my princessa, nerd." Yep, it was Milo, and I feel bad for not being able to talk to him. "You'll have to wait. She's still wearing her clothes, idiot." She said, and I heard a loud groan coming from Milo through the phone. I bit in a chuckle.

I managed to get on my pj's, and I jumped on the bed next to Zoey, and I saw Milo. "Hey." I said nervously, and he folded his arms in an angry way to tell me that he was well, not happy with me.

"Princessa. Who is this?" He gestured towards Zoey, who was mimicking the way he called my princessa. Oh, she was fluent in Español.

"It's a long story, and I'm planning to tell you later." I said, and I heard him huff. "Well, I wanted to tell you that Miley is all better and her hair is starting to grow back. Thank your boyfriend, for me." He said usually he wouldn't say boyfriend. Is he over me? Well, I knew it was a matter of time, but I didn't think now. You know when someone likes you and you don't like them back but they stop liking you, don't you ever get the sense lf betrayal and a little heartbroken even if it's an eight year old in my case.

"I need to sort out things with this one." Milo said, and I backed away, heading for the door. There was a storm practically brewing in the bedroom.

I held in my breath for the next door I was about to approach. I hope he's in his room or something. I knocked twice, and then I opened the door, and he was on a seat in his desk only in a tanktop.

"Amore." He said, and the way he said it made my stomach erupt with butterflies. The deepness of his voice made me want to have an orgasm.

"I just wanted to thank you," I came closer to his desk, and it seemed like he was testing some things using beakers.

"For?" He asked, not taking his focus on the work he was doing. "For making Miley better. Her hair is starting to grow back." I said with a smile on my face. He turned to me, and he pulled me by my waist to sit on top of him.

"I would do anything to make you smile." He kissed my cheek, and his breath smelled like running through a minty breeze. His hand went on to touch my thigh, and I stiffened.

I was surprised by the way his touch made my body respond. "Your body looks delectable." He trailed kissed along my neck, and I bit my lip to suppress a moan. What was he doing to me?

"Don't do that, amore." He said with a raspy voice, and my butt was already grinding towards him. I was teasing, and he didn't seem to like that. Matteo doesn't like it when he is not in control.

"Amore. What did I say about you disobeying me?" He asked as his hands went under my shirt. His touch was so soft.

"U-uh." I stuttered, and my panties started getting soaked, and he was barely touching me.