Past Sins

Chapter 16: Matteo

The entire way home she ranted and raved about being carried away like a child, about the fight, and about me making yet another decision on her behalf. This one is obviously suffering from short term memory loss. I do believe I counted to three when I could have thrown her over my shoulder and carried her out of there without bothering. Either way she’s starting to wear a hole in my head with all of this. “Enough!” I said, slamming on my brakes in front of the house. She lurched forward and her hands shot in front of her to stop her from hitting the dashboard. That may have been a bit much but come on woman… take a damn breath and give me a break! My ears are freaking bleeding at this point! I opened my door and stomped around to her side. Opening the door I stuck my hand out for her to grab so we could go inside. She sat back and folded her arms across her chest, pushing her perfect chest up on display. I don’t know her intention with that but if she doesn’t stop she’s going to unleash something in me I've been holding back. “Let’s go Valerie. It’s late and I've still got work to do.” She sank further into the seat and tightened her arms around her chest. I shifted on my feet. Damn it! She’s just pushing those delectable boobs higher and giving me the view of a lifetime. No, I shook my head, I don’t have time for thoughts like that. She needs to get the hell out of my car and into the damn house so we can discuss what the hell happened tonight. Once I get the answers I want she’s free to do as she pleases WITH the presence of her guards and I'll go back to mind numbing paperwork. I know one sure fire thing to get her moving or at the very least...talking. “Shall I count to three?” I asked mischievously. Her head whipped around to look at me and her mouth hung open. Good, I've touched a nerve! “You. Wouldn’t. Dare!” she said with certainty. I grabbed her chin and kept her facing me, stealing a glance at those plump lips before looking back into her emerald eyes. “Oh baby, I think we established that I will.” A hint of lust flashed through her eyes and she licked her lips. “So… Am I counting or are you going to come willingly this time?” Whatever just passed between us ended and she pulled back freeing herself from my grip. 

Okay. 

We’re doing this the hard way then. I reached into the car, undid her seat belt, and then threw her over my shoulder for the second time tonight. She’s not fighting me... 

Hmmm… Interesting.

Dare I say that she’s growing to like this.? She likes me taking charge… Check! I’ll put that little tidbit of information away for when it will come in handy. 

In my office, I dropped her on the couch and slammed the door behind me. “Well that wasn’t at all embarrassing.” she said finally speaking for the first time since we got into the car. She righted herself on the couch and sat back with her arms splayed across the back. Such a dominant pose… f**k that’s hot! Focus Matteo! Answers are the name of the game tonight. A vivid image of Blake with his hands caressing my mate's body while she danced against him played in my head like a movie marathon. It fueled my rage all over again. “What was embarrassing was witnessing my mate in the arms of another man. FOR THE SECOND TIME!” I spat. This woman is infuriating! What is her insistent need to be around that man?! I truly am going to rip his arms off. She’s going to tell me what’s going on here if she values her precious Blake in one piece. “What is your need to be around him? What is going on between the two of you?!.... TELL ME!” She sat forward and stared at me, placing her hands on her lap and an apathetic look on her face. Good god! Could she at least have the decency to look ashamed of what happened? I wouldn’t do this to her. Ever. I waited too long for her. The bass in my voice has scared bigger men into telling me their deepest darkest secrets and she sits there staring at me completely unaffected. f**k! That’s really hot- this woman is going to be the death of me. As much as I want to yell and demand the answers I seek- maybe I'm approaching this the wrong way. Raised by an Alpha, trained like a warrior, and protected like a queen; Valerie is many things but afraid of an Alpha with pent up frustrations is not one of them. She’s a force all her own. “You know I’ve gotten most men to spill their guts just raising my voice alone but you… you’re unaffected.”  A smile played on her lips and she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. I would have given anything to do that for her. To be able to touch her soft skin like I did outside,  and feel the sparks of our mate bond. I think that little moment has passed though. “Really?” she asked in mock surprise.  I raised my eyebrow in confirmation. Rising from the couch she walked over to the drink cart in the corner of the room. “I think maybe you’ve had enough drinks tonight.” I said. She huffed and sniffed the drinks in each decanter. She grabbed a glass from the second shelf of the cart and began dropping pieces of ice in. Clink. Clink. Clink. Each piece of ice smacking into the crystal glass and bouncing off of each other. Ticking the time away until she spoke again. She poured the whiskey in, pouring way too much for a dignified glass. She turned around and took a swig of her drink. “That’s pathetic. My  80 year old high school librarian scared me more than that.” she giggled.  Did she just insinuate that I'm less terrifying than an old woman?!  Normally the insult would radiate a rage through me that the devil himself would shy away from but from her.. It makes me want to know more about her. She’s got bigger balls than most of the Alphas out there. Her time in the hospital let me know details of her life but I want to know HER. What makes her tick, brings her joy, and frightens her. Only one way to do that. “Go on a date with me?” I said.