"Wait!? So you never went to Paris?" Olivia asks me.

We are sitting in the hotel's bar. It's nice and cozy, the bar is wood and the lights are a little dimmed... Never thought Mateo would live here...

I shake my head.

"OMG! I can't believe that!" she says, waving her hand for another drink.

"Maybe you shouldn't drink that much..." I say, but she ignores it.

The bartender comes a second later with another whiskey just in time as Mateo walks inside. He looks around and when he spots me, he grins. I look at him, amazed by his beauty. It's like every time I see him he gets better and better, more handsome...

Stop! No! Don't think like that! He is bad and all wrongs... but yet so good...

"What are you looking at- OH...." Olivia says, drinking her glass fast and stands up. "See you Friday!"

Before I can react she is gone, walking past Mateo and gives him... The bills?

OH... Yeah... the clothes I and Olivia have been buying over the few 5 hours...

We, excuse me, Olivia has bought so many new clothes for me...

She bought a flared, black jean that hugs my curves perfect. It's young, yet stylish... we also have bought some shirts and sweaters. She also insisted to buy me some heels and of course... I couldn't say no. the heels are 5 inches high and I could barely walk in them but they were too beautiful to resist...

And did she say 'See you Friday?' What's happening Friday?

Mateo take the bill and stalks over to me, still his grin on his perfect, full lips.

"Emily"

"Mateo" I say back, trying not the blush but it's no use.

He notices me blush and he takes the bags next to me.

"Let's go upstairs" he says and I follow him.

His hand goes to my lower back as he leads me out the bar and to the elevator. I stiffen for a second but soon feel comfortable at his touch.

His hands are warm and big and I wonder what he could do with those hands...

God! Emily, you're weird!

I blush even harder and I hope he doesn't notice, but I guess my luck isn't with me because I feel his breath on my ear. "What are your thinking, Butterfly?" he asks in a low, deep voice.

I only shiver and the elevator door open.

Thank you, elevator!

We step inside and I don't get a chance to register what's happening because I'm pinned at the elevator's wall.

"What-" I start but am fast cut off by his lips.

He kisses me hard; I open my lips, desperate to taste him and he groans in response. His tongue drives into my mount and I suck on it, remembering how he liked it back then. I hear the bags fall on the ground and his hands are all over my body.

He stops at my ass and pulls me up so I can wrap my legs around his waist. I feel his hard on... I moan in response as he bits my lips and move down my neck. "You're so hot! I can't get enough" he whispers in a low, deep voice. My hand finds his hair and I pull slightly and my other hand goes to his back and OMG!

He is muscular...

I moan when he grinds himself. I feel my pussy clench as he goes faster...

We stay for this a few more seconds before the door stops and we arrive at his penthouse.

Mateo groans in dissatisfaction and puts me down. I do and feel my knees almost give out under me but I recover myself in time.

"Welcome to your new home, Butterfly" he says and stalks over to the door and open it.

I stand behind him; admiring his ass and my god... does he have an ass...

"I feel you staring" he says and step inside the room.

I follow him and look around.

I thought I and my family lived nice but this!? This is huge. The living room is bigger than our whole house!

The living room is black and dark, just as I expected, but it still has a home vibe going on. I like it, it's calming yet dangerous. But if I could change anything than I would definitely put some flowers here and there... but I guess Mateo wouldn't like that...

I still look around not noticing Mateo staring at me intensely. I turn and meet his gaze. He just smirks and shakes his head before goes to the kitchen.;

"Here is the kitchen as you see. The fright is empty...!" he says, in his commanding voice and I look at him.

"Why? Isn't this your home?" he turns and stares at me.

"This is my home, yes, but it's been a while since I went inside" he says simply and I raise an eyebrow... okay then...

He leads me upstairs, because yes...there is a stair, never seen that in a penthouse before, and he shows some rooms. Like the guest room, the extra bad room and finally he stops before a black, wooden door.

"The room will be ours" he says and I stop.

"Our... ROOM!? As is... you and me in a bed... together!?" I whisper the last words and he nods. "Yes! Is there a problem? You are my wife, remember" and he stalks over to the door, opens it and puts my bags inside. "Come here, Emily!" he command and I do as I'm told, still not believing that I'm going to sleep with him... in a BED! TOGETHER!

I step inside and noticed my stuff in the corner. I turn to him and he speaks. "I thought it would be nice if you stuff is here. My people have taken everything in your room so if you need anything else than just buy it" and takes out a black card. I look at it... his credit card!? No way... I can't take that!

"I... I can't take that!" I say, pushing his hand away but he ignores it, shoving the card in my hand.

"Just take it, Emily! Now, go unpack your stuff I will be in my office! If you need me just go right and take the third door!" he says before he despair out the room, leaving me alone...

After 30 minutes I'm set and I look around. The bed is I the middle. The room has, just like the living room, dark feature but also a calm vibe. It gives me a... home feeling, something I haven't felt in a long time. I stand up and walk over to the wardrobe where my clothes are now set in, but I don't go there. Instead, I go to Mateo's clothes. I see a lot of suits and shirts... I also find some more normal clothes like jeans, and sweaters but I guess I will see him soon in one of those... Maybe even without...

At the thought I bit my lip.

Would we have... sex? Here?

I ignore the thought for a while and smell at my own clothes. I stink a little so I decide to take a shower in the bad room that is attached to our room.

I step inside, take my clothes off and open the water, feeling if it's warm enough... After a few seconds the water is warm and I shower myself. Using Mateo's soap because his people forgot that... Sad...

As I shower, I think about everything that happened over the few days... how fast everything went by...

I still can't believe my uncle sold me to him... That bastard! I will get my revenge...

I also think about Mateo... how he makes me feel... I feel attracted to him but I think it isn't in both ways... he just wants to get in my pant and that kills me... I'm more the just a woman who he can have sex with... But will he see that?

I shake my head.

How long have I been here? I think I need to get out and see what's in the fridge because I'm hungry.

My stomach growls when I think about food.

I decide to step out of the douche and dry myself with a... pink towel? I never thought he would have those...

I walk in the bedroom, mostly naked and with a towel around me. I step inside our wardrobe and take a white shirt and a black short. I don't even bother to wear a bra... I don't even think I will see Mateo so why should I torture myself then...

I look in the fridge and find... not much... I can make some eggs but that's for tomorrow... I can make soup but I don't have enough vegetables...

"jackpot!" I yell a little as I find spaghetti and Tomato sauce.

I love spaghetti! And I'm going to enjoy it!

I start the water and while I'm making the spaghetti, I also make a salad.

I hear my stomach growls again...

As I turn around to set the table I find Mateo standing there and I scream a little, almost letting the plate fall.

"God! You scared the shit out of me!" I say, catching myself.

He only grins and steps closer. "I wouldn't be so sure I'm god, But..." he steps closer, his lips just a few inches away from my face. "It smells delicious here! What are you making?"

He comes closer and I open my mount, waiting for his lips but he doesn't kiss me...instead he just sits down on the chair and looks at me, grinning. "Are we going to eat or what!?" he says and I set an extra plate for him, but there's one problem... I made enough spaghetti for one people... shit!

What do I need to do...? There is also a salad... I guess I can eat that and Mateo can eat...the delicious, warm Spaghetti...

I sigh and set the food on the plate and walk to the table where Mateo is on his phone, frowning at it.

"What's wrong, Mateo?" I ask, setting his plate before him.

"Nothing! Just something in the club" he answers and looks at his plate and then mine. "You don't need to eat healthy or anything for my benefit" he says, waiting for my answer. "Emily!"

"I.. I didn't thought you would come and eat so I made enough foot for one person, BUT don't worry! I'm not hungry!" I answer but my stomach growls...

Seriously stomach! Now!?

I feel my face heat and Mateo grins. I look away, looking at my plate but it soon is replaced with his plate. "No! you don't have-"

"Just eat Emily! I'm not hungry anyways... I will have dessert after" and he winks. I blush even more... think about what he meant by it...

Does he want to have... sex?

I hear him eat the salad and I look at him, especially his mount... I quickly avert my eyes to my food and eat...

After we eat, I wash the dishes. When I'm done, Mateo is still in the chair on his phone. I walk behind him as careful as I'm can and look over his shoulder. I see... my uncle face but soon the phone is off as Mateo turns around. "DO NEVER DO THAT AGAIN! DO YOU UNDERSTAND!" he yells in a commanding voice. I nod. "SAY YESS EMILY!"

"Yes I understand, Mateo and... sorry" I say, looking down.

"Alright!" and he stands up. "I need to go to the club! I don't know how long it will take so don't wait for me! Just go to sleep!" he command and walks away to the door. He doesn't give me a second glance before he closes the door shut.

I stand there, still shocked.

Did he just left? Really!

I stomp off to the bedroom. Lying on the bed and puts the covers over my head and cry...

That bastard just left me here alone is his penthouse... I know I don't need to feel scared but I do... I feel abandoned again, like nobody cares about me.

The tears just keep going.

STOP CRYING! He is not... worth you tears...

I don't know how but I manage to fall asleep anddream about him... That asshole...