The stress and fear still lingered even though a day passed. My body was leisurely lying on the bed while my mind stopped at the business party, replaying the conversation I had with Matthew. Instead of feeling happy that Matthew wanted me despite everything that happened, I felt scared and confused.
If Mr. Wolfe got to know that I had a secret conversation with Matthew, and that too about how we planned about being together, then it would be the last day for both of us on this planet. And also, how Matthew was silent all the time and only wanted me after securing the investment and being on the safe side; it made me think how calculative he was. But again, who wasn't? Everyone was calculative and put their own interests first.
"Elira!"
I flinched at Mr. Wolfe's shout. I looked around wondering from where his voice came from, and when I stepped out of the room, I realized he was sitting in the main hall, not alone.
"Matt?" I mumbled and switched my gaze between them both.
My heartbeat increased while looking at them both together, and a million thoughts entered my head, making me sweat. The looks on both the men were normal. There was no hint of anger or any negative emotion indicating Mr. Wolfe got to know about our last day's conversation.
I descended the stairs, still feeling scared of the invisible storm that would occur. Matthew, who was having his tea, put his cup down and kept his gaze on me.
Mr. Wolfe, who was sitting on the couch right next to him, gave me his look of authority while I walked towards them. Never had I thought I'd be shivering to see two men sitting next to each other and keeping their gazes on me, dominating one another.
I stood before them suppressing my fear, but my hands visibly shivered. Mr. Wolfe said in his normal tone, "I need a coffee."
I narrowed my eyebrows, wondering if the maid didn't give him his coffee while Matthew held his teacup.
"The coffee that you usually make for both of us." His tone was demanding.
I looked at Matthew for a brief moment, whose jealousy was clearly visible on his face, but he kept quiet.
Mr. Wolfe deliberately brought Matthew to the villa to show whose control I was in and satisfy his sadistic ego. If I didn't have any conversation with Matthew last night, his anger and hatred towards me only increased more.
"I don't usually drink tea or coffee…" Mr. Wolfe told Matthew, but then he looked at me as he said, "But one day… she prepared coffee for me. And now, I am addicted to her… coffee."
My eyes widened at his words. I had no idea if what he said was true or if he only said it to provoke Matthew, but I was sure of one thing. I never saw him having his coffee outside. He only had it when I prepared it for him.
Mr. Wolfe and I looked at each other with unspoken emotions until Matthew interrupted us. "Mr. Wolfe! Regarding the colleges we were discussing…"
I turned around and walked to the kitchen while they both talked about the business. My mind kept replaying Mr. Wolfe's words while I prepared coffee for him.
"Thinking about me?" His warm breath hit the side of my face, making me flinch.
"I will bring the coffee to you. Carry on with your business…"
I flinched again when his lips touched the crook of my neck.
"Mr. Wolfe…"
"I am not disturbing you, Elira. You carry on with your work. Go ahead, prepare that coffee and pour it into the mug you usually touch with your lips."
A knot formed in my stomach while his fingers slipped into my pants and gripped my butt. I harshly bit my lips, scared of Matthew seeing us.
Mr. Wolfe's hands travelled to my front, touching my womanhood while I poured the coffee into the mug with my shaking hands.
His fingers stroked the sensitive part while I tried so hard to suppress my moans. The coffee got spilled, and I moaned, shutting my eyes, "Stop! I can't pour your coffee…"
He didn't let me finish my sentence but bent me over the kitchen slab, saying, "Then I'll have to use another caffeine to enhance my mood."
My lips quivered when he pulled my pants down along with my wet panties. His middle finger rubbed my entrance before inserting it into mine with force.
"Ah!" I shouted, but immediately I zipped my lips, as I didn't want Matthew to hear anything.
Leaning towards me, he whispered into my ear, "You don't want him to know that I am fucking you here, do you?"
He lifted me up and made me sit on the kitchen slab, spreading my legs.
"Let's see how much you can take." Saying that, he began stroking my clit. My gaze fell on Matthew, whose back was partly visible to me, and I was scared of his gaze suddenly falling on us.
Shutting my eyes, I bit my inner cheeks while losing control. My womanhood throbbed for much more, and as to fulfill my unsaid wish, he started to fuck me with his fingers.
"Keiran…" I whispered.
"Yes, babygirl." He smirked while lifting my top up, revealing my breasts.
"Not here. Someone may come…" I tried to speak, but words stuck in my throat, and my back arched as he increased the pace after adding more fingers.
"Someone? Or that idiot?"
Sweat formed on my forehead while his fingers played with my pussy, and he buried his face inside my top, sucking my breasts.
"Mm!" A low grunt escaped my mouth as he made it hard for me to control myself any longer.
His fingers made wonders down there making me lose my control, and I screamed, "Ah!"
A gasp escaped my mouth as I noticed Matthew shifting slightly, probably hearing the noise, but he looked in the wrong direction and ignored it.
Mr. Wolfe stood straight, smirking, and said, "You lost the game."
Then he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them in the most erotic way one could ever witness.
"Your coffee tastes so good."
My entire face turned red, embarrassed, and I dressed up quickly. I felt very bad about how much I enjoyed Mr. Wolfe, especially after what Matthew and I decided. I couldn't understand what games my heart was playing at.
As he turned around to walk away, I held his hand, stopping him.
Looking into his eyes, I asked, "Was that true?"
"Was what true?" He raised his eyebrows.
"That you hated coffee, and just because I always prepared it for you, you drank it silently."
He didn't reply but looked at me, silently, as if he wanted me to understand even if he didn't speak.
"Please tell me it was false."
Even though my heart waltzed in pure joy, it felt wrong. I lowered my eyelids, not wanting to face him. Just because we were bound by contract, he kept doing a lot of things, and I couldn't expect the things he'd do if he took me seriously. The thought of him taking me seriously in regard to anything scared me.
"What if it was true?" His expression turned serious as he noticed the discomfort on my face. Then he gripped my jaw fiercely and made me look at him as he said, "Why do you loathe it when I do something for you?"
"I don't hate it. But, if you get addicted, what will you do once our contract ends?"
His grip slowly loosened, but the anger on his face multiplied.
"It's better to not mix personal and business interests. I know I am not worthy of saying those things…"
"Then don't say it." He gritted. "Don't fucking say anything."
He then walked away after giving me one final glare. I stayed in the kitchen for most of the time, not wanting to step out and face his anger in front of Matthew.
After what felt like an eternity, I stepped out of the kitchen; at the same time, Matthew was leaving. I stood beside Mr. Wolfe, who simply glanced at me for a second before telling Matthew, "The details about the documents are perfect. I will look at them once again."
"Sure!"
Before leaving, Matthew brushed his arm with me secretly, which sent a chill down my spine. Luckily, Mr. Wolfe didn't notice anything, and he left in one piece. Just when I felt relaxed that the storm had lifted, I got his message.
Matthew: Let's go on a date tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll plan everything. Love you!