CHAPTER 21

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Third Person POV

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"Hey! Why are we at your house?" Dalia asked as he drove into a very beautiful Villa, she thought he was going to drop her at her house. He ignored her and parked the car in the garage which contained different varieties of cars like the Lamborghini Sesto elements, Ferrari laFerrari, Ferrari fxx, Chevrolet Camaro, Bugatti Veyron, etc.

"Wow!!" Her jaws dropped.

"Time to get down now," he nudged her and she came back to reality.

"Why are we at your house instead of mine?"

"To keep an eye on you," he nonchalantly said. she exhaled and rubbed her head in a circular motion.

"I am a grown woman who can take care of herself so please take me back," she clasped her hands together and gave him the goo goo eyes. "No," he said sternly and her stomach dropped. He strode into the villa with her hot on his heels.

"Please Matteo, take me home," she begged him but it fell on deaf ears. Dalia got angry and decided to do it the hard way.

"Oh, since you don't want to take me to my house, prepare to be frustrated, I'll make sure to frustrate you into taking me back to my house." She screamed but all her words fell into deaf ears as the tall man walked away.

*Crash*

She pushed a Japanese porcelain vase to the ground and it crashed sending sharp waves to him, he turned around sharply to see his precious vase laying shattered on the floor and the culprit with a mischievous smirk.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD DID YOU JUST DO!!!" He rushed to the vase laying on the floor and She giggled.

"Oh sorry, it was a mistake," she meekly said with mockery, he gave her a death glare

"Oh it was no mistake, how do you plan on paying for it?"he grinned darkly as he approached her. She attempted to flee but he caught her wrapping his strong arms around her waist and pulled her with him.

"Let me go you pile of dirt," she struggled fiercely and slipped and fell on top of him, completely laying on his body. The two of them let out a groan and she made to get up.

"F**k! Mind where you place your hands woman!" he groaned in pain clutching his jewels painfully.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, I didn't know where I placed my hand..." she sounded politely and apologetically "unless i would have applied force and completely crushed it to dust," she completed brazenly.

Matteo shivered.

Gosh, this woman is crazy and scary, imagine wanting to attempt murder.

"Now will you take me back to my house?"

"No! Don't think I give up so easily, I am tough to crack."

"Oh," she chuckled evilly, "we'll see about that, we'll SEE about that," she walked away swaying her hips and leaving him to imagine the horrors to come.

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Dalia's POV:

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I walked around the Villa exploring everywhere. It had glass-planned walls which was one way completely extraordinary!! An infinity pool with lovely white deck chairs, a golf course, a lovely lounge and bar, a freaking garage with a turntable which had a one of a kind car spinning slowly as if on display. "Let me give you a tour," Matteo suddenly appeared from nowhere with his hand shoved into his jeans pocket, startling me in the process.

"Hey don't sneak up on me like that," I glared at him, "I might have a heart attack."

"I wish," he laughed and I shot lasers at him. We toured the whole villa, it had the most extraordinary bedrooms with a walk-in closet, spacious and equipped kitchen, a dining room, living room etc. After the tour, I felt sleepy and yawned tiringly. He glanced at me, equally sleepy.

"Go to sleep sleepy head," he yawned.

"I am not sleepy, you are," my droopy eyes drooped slightly. I turned to see him snoring softly. Aww he look cute. I soon find myself snoring away on the plush couch with Matteo's head resting on my shoulder, too tired to care. I slept off.

Next morning

I caught a whiff of mint scent and felt a heavy weight on my body, something tickling my neck made my eyes open. At first, everything was blurry but a certain dark hair came into my view, it took close to a minute for me to realise who it was. His head was buried in my hair, his warm breath tickled my neck sending waves into my body and accelerating my heartbeat, butterflies danced in my stomach. I raked my fingers through his soft plush hair.

Gosh, his hair is damn soft.

"Arrgh, what's the time?" He murmured groggily which startled me and I pushed him to the ground.

"Hey! What's that for?" He rubbed his head scrunching his nose.

"You were lying on me you douchebag," I said and he smirked darkly.

"Where did I put my head? Because I vividly remember laying on a soft plush pillow," he said and my face turned red.

"Pervert."

He chuckled huskily and stood up and climbed up the stairs to his room to freshen up. Butterflies twirled in my stomach as my face turned deep red. "Gosh Dee, keep calm and stop acting like a freaking highschool girl on her date." I scolded myself.

Ring!

My phone rang, I picked it up from the coffee table and answered it. "Hello?"

"Where are you Dalia? You were supposed to be back since the day before yesterday," Jason said frantically.

"What happened Jason, Is Thalia alright?"

"Yes, I called to know why you are not yet home," Jason said.

"Something came up and I had to stay at my boss's house," I took the mug on the coffee table and went into the kitchen.

"You stayed at your boss's house for two days?" Jason sounded angry which left me a bit confused, I mean, can't I stay at my boss's place?

"Give the address so I can pick you up," he demanded.

Okay, something is wrong, I thought.

"No need, I'll come back on my own," I concluded and hung up. Honestly, Jason gives me creepy vibes.

On several occasions, I caught him leering at me. At breakfast, in the kitchen, even in my room, that creeps the fudge outta me. "Who were you talking to?" Matteo questioned, staring at me dangerously from the stairs.

"Nobody," I shrug my shoulders. His eyes didn't leave me as he descended down the staircase.

"Are you sure?" He lowered his deep voice, sounding more dangerous. He started walking towards me, luckily I have read most romance novels to know what he was trying to do. Cage me to the wall, ha! As if.

I was about to scurry pass him when he grabbed my hand and slammed me into his chiselled chest. "Hey!" I tried to wiggle my way out but his grip tightened, he leaned to me, his breath fanned my ear making my brain mush and my legs jelly.

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A/N

Sorry for taking so long to update my novel, I have been busy lately.

Team Matteo or Team Jason: I await your reply.

Rock n roll baby.