Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55750 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
“You keep sighing.”
“Do I?”
She gives me a look, then turns back to the dishes. I do my best to stop sighing. It’s been almost an hour since I sent that video, and there’s no way to take it back. The status of the text shows read, which means he’s seen it. Maybe he’s just seen the message but not watched the video.
What if he realizes what I’ve done? What if he sees the outfit and thinks, Oh, crap, this woman is getting the wrong idea. I need to find a new tutor. This is exactly what I was trying to avoid when I noticed Matt was attractive.
“I’m going to get an early night,” I tell Mom. “Emily texted and said she won’t be home until tomorrow.”
“Ooh, lucky girl,” Mom says with a giggle.
I try to laugh, but even to me, it sounds forced. There are too many competing images in my head. In some of them, Matt is staring at the screen, obsessed. In others, he’s disgusted. In more—and maybe this is the worst—he’s indifferent.
Since I’ve got three back-to-back classes tomorrow, I need to sleep. The second I rest my head on the pillow, I know it won’t come quickly. Instead of tossing and turning, I grab my phone and search the internet for DeLuca Investments Limited. I haven’t searched it yet, maybe because I don’t want to know just how rich he is.
There isn’t much except a stock website and around five hundred reviews, most of them five stars. It seems like the kind of business that flies right over my head: moving money, financing, and other almost stubbornly nonmusical things.
Evidently, though, it’s a big business. I recognize some of the client names listed on the site. Two of them are billionaires.
A surreal feeling washes over me. I’ve never believed in fate, but it almost matches up too well. I’ve been waiting for a chance to create a real future for me and Mom, and here it is.
“Now I’ve ruined it,” I whisper under my breath.
When my phone vibrates, I almost leap out of bed, eager to grab it. My chest tightens. Did the video even send?
Hi, Bella. Do you have any appointments available for the day after tomorrow?
The change in tone seems so abrupt. Did he even see the video? If he did, then clearly, he’s telling me without telling me to back off. Stop being desperate.
Yes, of course, I reply.
So that’s that, then, no more silly thoughts or childish attempts at flirting.
No more crush.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
MATTEO
It’s the middle of the night, and I can’t sleep. I’m not sure how many times I’ve watched the video. The first time I watched it, and she walked into the frame, I paused it, my mouth salivating like I was some beast. She’s just wearing casual clothes, which is no big deal.
Yet it was—is—a huge deal. I stared at the thickness of her ass in the short shorts, the way I could see her ass just about poking out the bottom. My dick got rock-solid as I stared, imagining what it would be like to push her shorts aside and slide my pre-come-wet dick up her leg and toward her entrance.
There’s something so savagely hot about the idea of pushing the shorts aside and driving my dick deep into her tight, wet heat. We’ll both be too hot to bother with undressing. We won’t be able to tame ourselves. We won’t even be able to try.
The first time I saw it, I couldn’t stop myself. I ran into the bathroom and jerked my dick so hard and fast it was like I fell into a fever dream. It was like I could feel her pussy kissing the tip of the dick tightly. When I exploded, it was like I was inside of her, emptying myself until I was completely spent.
After, I actually watched and listened to the video. Sure, I noticed the way her tits swayed. I also saw the passion in each stroke of the bow, the flush of determination in her cheeks, and how she shifted, perfectly capturing that wildness she was talking about.
Now, sitting up in bed, I watch and listen to it again. Her performance is primal, unlike anything I’ve heard before. She has serious talent.
I put my phone down, only to pick it up again with a groan. I need to stay focused now that the Gallos may be back. I need to remember that this is for Sofia, not for me.
There’s something else, too, something I wouldn’t admit to anybody. There’s a piece of me that’s afraid of how I feel. It’s not a huge deal for most people. Most Dons have a long line of women. They take their pick, but not me. I’ve risen to the occasion by staying focused, sober, and alert.
Bella makes me feel anything but.