Emily

In the corner of my eye a body wanders over to me, taking big and fast steps; what do I need to do? Looking around, I decide to hide next to the door and think back at what Kevin and James told me; I guess they said something about hitting the person in the throat with everything you got. Holding my hands in front of me in fist, I ready myself to punch whoever that person is but the glass door swings open, revealing Mateo and some of his guards.

"EMILY!" I make my way towards him, jumping into his arms.

"HE IS SOMEWHERE THERE" I scream, sweat coating my face, but his guards are already on it.

"Are you alright?" he asks gently, pushing himself away but still holding my cheeks in his big, warm hands. I nod, feeling my insides clench but not in a good way and feel the nauseous coming back; no, no, not now. I bend over and throw up all over the floor. Mateo doesn't back away from me but to my surprise holding my hair out of my face like he did earlier.

"Emily..."He tries to hold my face up and I flinch away, my cheeks red from embarrassment.

"Don't look at me" I turn my body so my back is towards him.

"Here" he offers me a handkerchief.

"Thank you" I take it and wipe my mouth, feeling a second nausea but try to hold it in. The two guards run back from the dark hallway, shaking their heads.

"FUCK!" Mateo yells, his gaze like fire. Two nurses come as well, taking in our situation and the vomit on the floor. "Clean this up!" he commands and they immediately go to work.

"Let me help-"

"-No, its fine Mrs. El Ricci" one of them say, holding her hands up.

"Emily, we need to go home!" he takes my wrist and leads me to the broken glass door; did they kick it open? While we make our ways to the back door, Mateo takes out his phone, calling who know who.

"Mateo, go slower!" I yelp when I almost fall because I can't keep up with him; god, his legs are big...

"Find that fucking bastard and kill him if needed!" he command, through the phone and hang up; pray for that person.

"Mateo!" I yank free from his grip, falling with my ass to the ground. "Ouch..." I look up and find his raging gaze, his jaw set tight and his lips in a fine line; I'm amazed that steam isn't coming out of his ears yet.

"Get the fuck up and go to the car!" he says harshly, not showing any mercy; what is wrong with him? Standing up nonchalant, I wipe the dirt off my ass angrily and when he tries to hold my again, I back off, crossing my arms.

"I can walk by myself, thank you very much" passing him, I make my way to Kevin who is opening the door for me.

"Mrs. El Ricci" he nods but I ignore him, stepping inside without any word.

The drive home was uncomfortable and I notice Mateo glancing my way now and then but I ignore them as well. Kevin opens the door, holding a hand out.

"No need to be all kind, I can step out by myself" I snap.

"As you wishes, Mrs. El Ricci"

"Emily, Wait!" I hear Mateo yell when I just keep walking to the elevator, leaving them both behind. "Emily!" footsteps keep getting faster and closer and I stop when a hand grip me by the elbow, turning me around. "What's wrong?" he asks, confusing.

"What's wrong?" I reply sarcastically, crossing my arms over my chest; I can't believe this man. "I will give you a hind..." I act like I'm thinking deep. "...First you drag me out like I'm a piece of shit, then you're yelling at me like I'm shit on your shoe and then you ask what's going on?"

"Shit...I didn't think..." he rubs the back of his neck, looking embarrassed.

"You indeed didn't" the elevator door opens and we both step in. There is an uncomfortable silence between us; a silence you don't want to get in. "Are you mad?" he asks me and when I snap my head to him, he looks sincere sad.

"What do you think?" I cross my arms again, standing my ground; he can't just yell at me like that! Yes, he did that earlier in our relationship, if you even can call it that, but then I just endure all the yelling and stuff. I never really thought that I would survive this far, either I was dead or thrown out the penthouse but hey, here I am and I think that he needs to learn to respect me more; especially when he is using me for ProtectPower. The door opens again and the two guards guarding the door give me a smile but like Kevin's, I ignore them.

"Mrs. El Ricci, Mr. El Ricci" one of them unlocks the door for me and I'm glad Lucy and Liam are at school right now.

"Emily, wait!" Mateo says again and this time I turn, still mad at him.

"I'm..." he takes a deep breath like it pains him to say what he wants to say.

"I'm waiting..." I arch a brow.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry for reacting the way I did" he grins but the old me would fallen for it; not this one.

"Now you say sorry because you feel like you need to say it but in the next hour you will forget this ever happened..."

"I said I'm sorry, I don't know if you believe me or not but I really am"

"If I say I don't believe you, what will you do?" I stare in his electric, blue eyes, sinking into them but no! He needs to learn that what he did was wrong!

"What do you want? Do you want dresses? I can buy them. Do you want a diamante ring with a 5-star dinner? Tell me, I'll reserve a seat this moment and buy you every fucking thing you want!"

"That's the problem, Mateo, What I want, you can't give!" I snap back, yelling. He's silence, blinking and looking at me like I grow horns. I take a deep breath, shocked by my own reaction. "We both know what I want but you'll never be capable of giving me that..."

"...You're right, I'll never be able to give you that but I can give you everything else you want; just tell me and the minute you tell me my men are already on it"

"I don't want your money, you know that so why do you keep putting money in my account?" yes, I checked my bank-account a few days ago and find out that 2, 5 million dollar is tucked in without my knowledge.

"I just want you to have some extra when you go shop our something-"

"-You gave me your credit card, remember?" I fire back, still not convinced. "And you know that I will give the money to charity or whatever" I walk past him into the living room, surprised its cleaned up; sometime having a maid isn't so bad.

"It's your money but that doesn't mean I will stop putting money there" I roll my eyes at his answer, still pissed as fuck. "Did you really just roll your eyes?"

"I did, what are you going to do? Bend me over your knee and let you smack my ass?" his eyes are pissed but he has a grin on.

"I think you want me to do that" he steps closer over to me, his gaze ranking over my body like I'm candy he's about to eat, or lick... I don't take a step back; instead I stand my ground, crossing my arms again and look up at him when he's only a few feet away. "Why are you mad at me? What can I do to fix it?" his tone is dead serious.

"I'm mad at you for not treating me well in the hospital" I sigh, my madness relaxing just a little bit. "Sometime you can be the sweetest person I know, you're kind and caring but as soon as I tell you this you can change into a whole different Mateo; the one who don't care about anything and anyone. That annoys the crap out of me because I don't know which one is real and which one fake" I stare down at our feet, still talking. "I hate it when you change so fast because you make me feel like I'm nothing...Or like I'm the pain in your ass" I gaze up, rage boiling in me. "I know I'm just a deal but I'm still your wife so treat me like one!" his brow furrow as well and he opens his mouth to talk.

"You annoy the fuck out of me as well" he whispers just loud enough for me to hear. "You know what I want to do right now?" his face inches closer to mine, his breath leaving Goosebumps when his lips caress my cheeks.

"What?" I ask a little too breathily for my own liking.

"I want to fuck you on the kitchen counter; not the sweet kind but fuck you raw and deep so you will feel me for e few days every time you move your small body" he licks my earlobe and growl. "And I won't go gently this time-" I yank his head from my ear and kiss him fast and deep. Shocked at my movement, he pulls me up, wraps my legs around his waist and moves us into the kitchen; I know I shouldn't do this because sex doesn't solve anything but I can't keep my hands off him. Biting his lips, he slaps my ass hard and I let out a loud yelp. "I'm going to fuck your brains out" he puts me on the counter and breaks the kiss. "You look hot when you're mad, you know that right?" I reach out and take his shirt in my hand, pulling him closer.

"Shut up and fuck" I kiss him lips and he waste no time yanking his jeans up.

"These need to get the fuck off" he says when his fingers glides over my pants and in no time he rips them off, showing no mercy with them an next go my underwear which he rips off as well. Kissing me just above my pubic hair, I moan loud, arching my back. He kisses his way up, stopping now and then to either lick or bit me. Reaching over, I stroke his already hard cock and he groans. "This is hate sex" he whispers.

"Less talking, big boy, more action" I give him one of me seductive grins and his hand moves lower towards my entrance, stroking the skin there.

"Fuck, you're wet..." I arch my back when one finger dips inside; making me moan but the finger is soon replaced by his cock.

"Fuck!" I yell when he pushes in and out.

"You make me insane" he licks my neck, pushing me so I lay with my back on the counter; fuck, it's cold. He trusted harder and deeper, making me see stars. His hand slides over my covered chest and towards my neck, holding it; he doesn't squeeze hard but just a little and somehow I find it hot. Just before I feel like I can't take it anymore, he pulls out.

"What the-" he doesn't give me the time to react before I'm turned around, my ass just before his crotch and he slides back in from behind. "Mateo!" he doesn't have sex with me right now, he fucks me, and hard. His hand moves under my shirt and he yanks it off as well and I let out another moan when my breast makes contact with the cold stone. "I'm still mad at you, you know that right?" I manage to say.

"Are you now?" he grasps my hair in his hand, pulling ever so slightly while he trust deeper and fast; I'm cumming, fireworks exploring inside me.

"Hold on for me, Butterfly" he groans, slapping my ass hard and the force leaves me standing on my toes. His free hand grips my breast, squeezing the hard, pink nip. "You know why I'm mad at you?" he says and I just nod, no words escaping me when the moans does. "You're always getting into my fucking head, and that kills the hell out of me" he cums, gripping my hair tighter and pushes my head up so he can kiss me on my lips but this kiss is rarely enough sweet and passionate...

"I need to go, work to do" he says when we both put us clothes on.

"Why?" the rage in me is back again; is he stupid or something? He can't just leave like this.

"I need to arrange things, don't worry" his buttons his pants, zipping it up.

"So you leave like this?" he turns and arch a brow. "We fuck and then you go?"

"Didn't you want that?" I can't believe this man.

"You know what?" I pull my shirt over my head and turn around, not caring anymore. "You can go do what the fuck you want but don't expect me to welcome you with open arms, either you sleep in the guest room or I do" and with that, I leave him for the first time alone...