Billionaire's Best Friend

XXIV. Au Naturel

Nina’s POV:

Unleashing a fortissimo grunt, my lids cracked open, hearing Matt’s loud snore. “Shut up,” I groan, throwing a pillow over his face.

The hoarse laughter fills the air as he removes the pillow, throwing it onto the ground. “What would you do if I actually snore like that every night?”

I nestle closer to him. “I probably choke you while you’re sleeping.”

I am not too fond of snoring, when I slept in the same room with my second older brother, he snores like a walrus. I took a pillow and would’ve accomplished my first murder case if my dad didn’t stop me.

He releases a short chuckle, “Then who will feed you?”

“That’s true; I guess I’ll have to wait until you put me down on your life insurance.” Saying that out loud even as a joke, my heart can’t help but skip a beat.

“If you want your name under my life insurance and Will, you better pop out some babies for me.” He tapped my nose. Matt often jokes about me popping out babies for him. Sometimes, I feel like it isn’t a joke, but me being me, I would brush it off.

After all, we are just friends. Best friends.

I rub my eyes lightly, quite tired from last night’s activity. “If you want some babies, you better put a ring on it,” I replied.

“Beyonce,” he responds as he grabs my left hand. Closing my eyes, I can feel a warm sensation tracing along with my ring finger.

There was a low buzz, not a hundred annoying buzz from Matt’s phone. He releases a loud groan as he lazily rolls on top of me, grabbing his cell phone on the nightstand. “Get off of me,” I muffled into his chest.

He snickers, “But I like being on top of you.” With his toasty fingertips, he traces the side of my bare waist.

A low moan unexpectedly escapes my lips as light tingles make its appearance in the area he touches. Even with closed eyes, I can feel his striking blue iris staring at me.

Hearing his teeth grind ever so slightly, I can feel his hot breath next to my ear. Licking his lips, the tip of his tongue brushed against my helix. “Don’t tempt me.”

Without my permission, my body shudders at his actions. I felt an intense aching throbbing for pressure.

Pressure, from Matt.

Shaking my head, I threw that thought out the window. I must be feeling wildly aroused due to the lack of s****l activities.

I wrapped my legs and arms around him, flipping him over and rolled on top of him. “Oh, darling. This is a marvelous position. I don’t mind waking up to it every morning. Although, I do prefer it more if your head is down farther south,” he said. He wraps his arms around my hips.

I laid there, releasing a groan. Matt had been making more and more suggestive comments towards me. I choose to ignore them but deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep deep deeeeeeep down inside, there is a tiny itsy bitsy microscopic part of me that actually wants to do it.

Or should I say perform it?

The doorbell continuously rings in the background.

I can feel his arm moving to read the copious amount of messages on his phone. He released an irritated scowl as he scanned the message. Throwing the phone to the side of the bed, he wrapped his arms around me. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t read those messages.”

I played with his messy bed head. “What was it?” I love his messy bed hair; it’s so perfectly imperfect.

“Emergency meeting about some huge screw up at the company,” he mumbles.

“Doesn’t sound important. Don’t go,” I muffled into his chest. Knowing Matt, he will be responsible and go anyways.

He pats my back. “I can always count on you to make the responsible decision.”

“What does responsible mean again?” I asked in a plodding unintelligent tone.

He started chuckling and removed me from him as he rolled out of bed. “Where are you going, my heater,” I whined, wrapping the warm fluffy blanket around me.

“Short stack, someone has to be the responsible one in this relationship, and it doesn’t seem like it will be you.” He sends me a cheeky smile.

“I can totally be responsible, just not now. Not when I’m cranky, cold, and tired,” I grunted out. What I am saying is completely untrue. I suck at making the responsible decision.

He glanced at me and nodded slowly. “Sure, you can.” Each word was dripping with sarcasm.

“You are missing out, you know. I was going to give you a good time later, but now I change my mind,” I teased him.

He stopped walking towards the bathroom and turned his body towards me; his eyes narrowing as his lips tighten. “Will you really? Because I can skip the meeting.”

“No, go and be a responsible adult,” I said, pulling the blanket farther into me.

He releases a loud grunt of dissatisfaction. “Darling, you can’t do this to me. Now I’m going to keep wondering what you meant by a good time the whole meeting. This is unfair, particularly since I’m going to be in a room full of old sausages. I hope you’re happy with yourself.” He threw his arms up in the air and sent me a colossal pout.

“Totally and utterly satisfied.” I winked and waved him off.

I watch him as he drags his legs into the bathroom. After hearing the toilet flush, he walked out and took off his shirt, revealing his perfect chisel abs.

“Throw it into the correct bin this time,” I said with no room for argument. Matt twisted his head towards me and rolled his eyes. Walking towards the four bins, he threw it in the white section.

The first time I went into Matt’s room, I cringed when I saw a pile of clothes on the corner of the room. Ever since then, I have placed four bins in his room. Whites, lights, darks, and suits.

My eyes continued following him as he walked around the closet, choosing his suit for the day. He looks at me while taking off his pants. “Would you like to take a photo?” He asked as he slipped on his work pants.

I release a low snort, “I’m filming it with my eyes right now, baby.” I cupped my eyes with both of my hands, pretending they were camera lenses. “I’m about to zoom in, so do something sexy.” I narrow my hands, creating a smaller hole.

Matt took a white button-up shirt from the hanger and put it on.

“Boooooo! Take it off!” I screamed in a cracked voice.

He shook his head and walked toward me, buttoning up his shirt. “Here I got it,” I said, extending my arms. He crouches down, positioning his chest near me. Grabbing the small buttons with my fingers, I made my way up. Without looking at Matt, I can feel his fierce stare once more.

Ever since the strange event that occurs in the changing room, Matt has been acting kind of different, a bit sexier. He looks at me with only what I can describe as pure lust, but that can’t be possible because it just can’t.

Biting my lips, my foot starts shaking beneath the sheets as I continue buttoning him up.

“Finding an excuse to touch me, huh? You don’t have to, just tell me, and you can touch me all you want,” he joked.

I release a low muffled laugh as I finish his last button. “Yeah you’re so sexy, I want to run my hands all over your body.” I pinched his cheek.

More like run my tong- no, stop Nina. Ugh.

It gets quite tricky having a friend that is so attractive, and we often sleep together.

I somehow convince myself that sleeping with Matt is perfectly normal and not all unusual. My irrational rationale is that I sleep with Alice all the time when we were younger, and she is my best friend. Matt is my best friend; hence it is okay to sleep with him. It makes sense in my mind, but I know saying it out loud my actions are unjustified.

Waking up with Matt beside me is quite cumbersome as I would feel his hard-on pressed against me, every morning. Sometimes, I would wake up in the middle night, and I would receive a - Hi, my name is Matt Jr. I am here to make sure you can’t sleep at night.

It finally got better when Matt agreed to wear sweats to sleep. He told me he already did me a huge favor by wearing boxers; apparently, he has a high preference for sleeping au naturel.

“I actually prefer sleeping au naturel. It lets fat Matt Jr. breathe.” Those words savagely engrave itself in my mind for days.