Rays of light peeked at my bedroom window bathing my skin as I lay on my side. I sit up and tried to process the events that just happened last night.

Unbelievable, I couldn't even get a good night sleep.

It was past noon already when I finished my daily routine the fact I slept late and I feel famished, going to the kitchen, ready to eat an amount of food.

"Are you kidding me child?!!" Mom's high pitched voice sweeped through my ears as her features where nothing good.

She just basically shouted at me from behind, surprising the fuck out of me with a lot of swearing and hand gestures. I didn't even had the time to react for I was busy eating the food on my plate.

"Mom, I went to Brenna's and besides I had nowhere. I'm bored." I calmly said hoping that would make her calm down.

"You should have called me. It's dangerous out their in the streets for a girl like you!"

See, I was right. My inner being told me and I mentally rolling my eyes.

"Mom, I'm grown. I'm wearing a thong okay?!" I blurted out the words in a sudden and I immediately felt like I fucked up big time.

Your mom's not gonna calm down any sooner for your choice of words girl.

"You're despicable! God, teenagers!" She exclaimed and she looked mad but she was like done at the same time, she disappeared after, leaving me speechless in the kitchen.

"Fuck." I muttered, slowly eating my half eaten pancakes.

"So cats out of the bag, someone was up to no good." The devil himself appeared in the kitchen.

Rolling my eyes, I spoke. "What the fuck do you want?

"You." The nerve.

"I would like myself healthy than get STD'S, thank you." My food felt cold and I'd rather leave right now than be with the asshole's presence.

"Me? I'm offended." He said, faking a surprise while a sly smile was on his face.

"For as long as I know, I heard you were fucking last night and I didn't even got a goodnight sleep!" I took a deep breath, controlling my anger.

The idiot had to laugh again and he seems to be very happy.

He lowered his head, meeting my gaze and said. "Did I fuck alright?"

This conversation was pointless, like dry paint. Giving him my best answer for the last time.

"No, you weren't even fucking right. Try harder next time babe, alright?" I gave him my megawatt smile and he was confused with his mouth slightly opened as he seems to be surprised by my words.

I left, mentally praising myself that I acted naturally speaking it out when in fact I felt nervous and definitely horny from the fucking tension.

In them midst of watching Gone Girl, a movie that fucked my brains out thinking how realistic and depressing it was, my mother suddenly appeared out of the blue.

She cleared her throat, making sure I pay attention. "We're going to a charity event. It will start at 6:00, everything is in charge. I got you your clothes, wear them for the night." I didn't even get to answer when she rushed out of the door as her cellphone rang indicating it was urgent.

Tossing the dress on my bed and I didn't even bother to look at it, trusting my mother's choices. I went back to watch the movie.

By the time the movie ended, I made myself ready for the upcoming event. Wasting no time, since mom hates the idea of late and we are in no good terms at the moment. I did my best in making myself presentable. I pulled out my dress from it's place since it was neatly packed and before I knew it I was wearing a black deep V neck dress and shit, this does fit me like a glove.

Charity event? More like a dick appointment.

"God, I look good." Confident, I smile to myself while checking my appearance in the mirror.

Though I question why the hell did my mother got me this ? Is this even accepted for a charity event? I guess she was drunk.

While I still have an hour to myself, I decided to paint my nails and do my make up without fucking up. I went out for a smoky eyeshadow and a nude lipstick, my sleek black hair was straightened into place, revealing my features. Looking at the mirror I mostly look like my father, we both share those forest green eyes, high cheek bones while I got my smooth pale complexion and my full lip from my mother. Admiring my work, I took a couple of pictures then I heard a voice downstairs that we were about to go.

They were all dressed to perfection. Mom was helping Chris fix his tie and Matheo the asshole was too busy engaging in a phone call. When the two noticed my appearance they both smiled and my mom hugged me in an instant.

"You look very good honey. I can't believe you grew up so fast." Her face was filled with pure adoration and it made me happy.

Mom was adoring me at the moment and it was already an indication that we were good. The power of innocent acting and keeping your mouth shut. Chris approved with a smile on his face as we started to approach our service, it was just in time Matheo ended his phone call.

Sensing my presence I think he did a double take once he saw me. Did I just saw that right? thinking maybe I did a great job of making myself less monster and more human this time.

As we near the garage, I see Chris' Cadillac CTS-V and my mouth instantly watered at the idea of me driving that baby. Chris got some good taste, for sure.

I was about to open the car's door when somebody already did it for me. Shocked, Matheo flashed his smile that almost, keyword almost made me lose my thong right there. But I was in no point to give in, instead I smiled back as a thank you to his gesture.

Going inside of the car, I faintly heard the words coming out of his mouth. "You look beautiful." Again I was surprised, the asshole could utter such a word like that.

Throughout the whole ride, no words were spoken. I was in thought as to why he just did that, was he okay at the moment? Or was just everybody drunk before going to the party?

He was just being kind, that's all. No need to fret! My inner self made a point.

We arrived at the event in no time. It was held in a mansion that was big as the size of a shopping center, it was royal like to it's cream coating, trimmed plants and such, mostly that attended the event were elites of the industry and businessmen in power and I feel in no welcome since it nearly consists a bunch of old people. Housewives and ladies were hugging and greeting as if they missed and were happy to see each other, faces looked forced and fake. Though I applaud, their acting skills were on point.

"Boring, huh?" Interrupting my thoughts, I turned to look at sean lighting his cigarette as if it was his food.

"Pretty much." I said.

Then something popped into my mind.

"Didn't know you smoke."

"I could do a lot of things that could surprise you." That mouth of his, as he was watching me intently and I just start to feel anxious about it.

It was best that I continue to walk through the event's entryway leaving the man to his imagination while I found mom and Chris are already in their respective tables and I started to join as I settled on the soft cushion chair.

2 hours later, I had enough of the talking that it was stressing my eardrums out, I didn't even had any idea what they were talking about. They were all smiles and clapping but I was all the frowning. Mat didn't even joined us at the table and Chris didn't even mind. Does this usually happens all the time? Excusing myself while I had to make up lie, in need to go to the comfort room, I went at the back of the place instead and the scene almost took my breath away.

I could see the city all the way up from here, bright lights flashed through my eyes like they were clusters of stars, buildings in different sizes, palm trees surrounding the area, the sky was calm at the moment. I sighed thinking how beautiful is this, I could stay here forever.

California is something else.

Too caught up in the moment, I didn't knew I had company.

"Why weren't you their at the table?" I asked.

"Because I can do whatever I want." His voice was laced with cockiness.

"Too much confidence." I murmured as I feel surprised.

He shrugs. "How old really are you?"

Well, here we are. Back again.

"Hmmm, how about you guess?" I asked him for a little dare just for fun as we were trying to be comfortable with each other's presence.

"19." He answered with no hesistation, his face passive.

"I guess your just fucking lucky. But seriously how can you tell?"

He smirked and shook his head then his voice turned into something— sexy.

"In that little tight dress of yours, you left no little to my imagination." His eyes rake over my body and I already couldn't help but to feel hot and bothered.

No Cleo. I played it cool because I didn't want to give him the self safistaction that he was affecting me indeed.

"You could be kind if you just don't open your mouth." I suggested.

And not let me fucking feel horny for every five seconds.

He smiled mischievously. "I'm bored, how about we go into one of the rooms upstairs and fuck."

I keep a straight face, as I should probably get acquainted to his behavior. He was tempting me for sure, such an asshole.

"You should have seen your face, I'm just kidding babe." He said with a chuckle.

"Ugh, shut up." I turn to leave but he grabbed a hold of my arm.

"Where are you going? I'm coming with you."

"No you're not and I'm going inside." The man didn't payed attention as he wrapped his arms around my shoulder, I could feel how strong and built his body was.

Jesus please take the wheel.

As we walked inside, I think the program was coming to an end since they were trying to thank some sponsors. Surprisingly stares were drawn our way and questions came into mind of what they were on to gossip about seeing us. I don't even know why I had their attention, but I just kept walking making it worth their while.

"See, baby girl? they're watching your behind sway everytime you walk, how your curves are too damn good for their liking, they want you." Mat whispered into my ear holding me tightly as close to him, I couldn't help but to shiver.

"Uh-huh, I don't think so." I muttered back.

"Whatever you say babe, to be completely honest with you– you look so fucking sexy right now, if you only knew." His tone was low and sexy that I almost choked as he seems unfazed by the attention.

What's with the sexual innuendos and nicknames? He's making my pussy wet.

"You keep your mouth shut or I'll give you a beating." I said.

Whoa—shit, it felt like that was a double meaning. A beating? More like spanking.

As if he knew my thought, he smirked and replied back. "Or, I'll give you some spanking."

Lesson learned, Cleo.

We settled back in our place and the lovebirds both acknowledged us, much to my surprise no questions were asked to where we went both. Which was very good, like really.

He started to eat and I guessed he felt hungry, while I was stuck again listening to the event. I was clearly bored and I needed to think about something or just to talk to and the first thing that came into my mind was Matheo, sipping on his glass of champagne.

"Is it always like this?" I asked, interrupting him.

"Yeah, you'll get used to it babygirl." He answered.

Frustrated, I said. "Okay, daddy."

There goes my mouth.

He stared at me intently as his lips curl up into a lopsided grin with an unreadable expression. A glint of amusement showed in his eyes, though he minded his own business it felt like he was thinking. While I was trying to understand how he was physically, the way he's hair was waxed, his muscles defined in his suit, the way he ate his food in such a sophisticated manner and the way his adams apple worked. He looked so, how can I describe this— mighty fine.

Matheo, a living walking indecency. But it was no denying that in fact he is after all, he was that fucking good indecency.