Monster in My Bed

Chapter Twenty-One | Classy Porn Star

I think every Alpha, Luna, Beta, and whatever other kind of pack-wolf is in this hotel believes that I've been cloned. Compared to what I am normally, I've been an angel. It hasn't been easy, not in the slightest, but I've been doing a good job. It's taken a lot of mental strength and tongue biting, but I only snarled at someone once. Other than that...rogue who?

Okay, so I know I'm not even close to being a "L" Word. It doesn't take a genius to know that, but I am trying to be better. I really truly am. I don't want to just prove it to Matteo but to every other stupid Alpha who thinks I can't do it, too. I almost gave up about ten minutes into the first meeting we had the morning after I promised Matteo I'd try harder. Some snarky Alpha made a sly comment about how a rogue (me) shouldn't be trusted amongst a room of Alphas, and I was about to tear him a new one. Matteo beat me to it, though. It only took one question from Matteo to have the Alpha looking like he wanted to dive into a volcano.

Matteo has been trying harder, too. I can tell. To everyone else, it might seem as though he's suffering from sleep deprivation or drug use, though.

He's trying to open up more. His way of opening up more is to talk more. It sounds like it makes sense, but Matteo just babbles about nonsense. It's never really anything important or remotely relevant. It's normally meaningless chatter. I know he's trying to open up, but he's kind of failing. I think he has issues.

We sort of got somewhere after we had an hour long conversation about why I never celebrated Christmas. Apparently, it's something we both understand. I did most of the talking, but Matteo chimed in every once in a while. For a brief ten minutes afterwards, Matteo got into a deep conversation about his dad. It was obvious Matteo loved and missed his father even if he talked about him in a moderately bad light. He didn't say much about him. He just talked about how he trained Matteo, and it often times ended in broken bones and bruises.

I didn't push him beyond what he was offering. Once he started to zone a bit, I took that as my cue to switch subjects before he got too uncomfortable. I already knew he wasn't comfortable talking about himself or his dad. I wasn't complaining, though. He was trying to do something that he obviously never did or thought he would have to do.

We were both doing things completely out of our comfort zones. Hell, I was making friends.

It may have only been two days, but I think it could quite possibly be the best two days that Matteo and I have ever had.

Even Daniella was being nicer, and by nicer I mean she was withholding a lot of comments. Basically, she just didn't really talk.

"Do you like this outfit, or does it look too librarian?" I asked Matteo who had been sitting on the bed in front of me as I tried to adjust the tight, navy-blue pencil skirt. Matteo's eyes took their time as they wandered over my body. "Matteo," I snapped, trying to pull him from whatever trance he was in. His eyes snapped up to mine. "The outfit?"

"I don't know what kind of library you're going to if you think you look like a librarian," Matteo stated as he picked up a dark navy tie that I had laid out on the bed for him.

"But you didn't answer my question," I retorted as I took the tie from his hands and began tying it around his collar. I'd come to learn that Jack had always been the one to tie Matteo's ties for him. Hence, why he never learned.

"You always look good." I sighed and took a step back once the tie was neatly displayed.

"I know, but the outfit?"