MARRIED TO THE DEVIL’S SON

The Meeting

Chapter Two

Matteo De Luca's piercing blue eyes seemed to bore into my soul as he extended his hand. "Alessia, it's a pleasure," he said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.

I took his hand, feeling a spark of electricity as our palms touched. "Matteo, nice to meet you," I replied, trying to sound calm.

My father nodded at us, his expression unreadable. "I'll leave you two to discuss the... details. Alessia, I'll be waiting outside."

With that, he turned and left, leaving me alone with Matteo. I felt a sense of unease as Matteo's eyes roamed over me, taking in every detail of my appearance.

"Please, sit down," he said, gesturing to the chair opposite him.

I sat down, trying to compose myself. Matteo sat down across from me, his eyes never leaving mine.

"So, Alessia," he said, his voice low and smooth. "I must say, I'm intrigued by you. You're even more beautiful than I expected."

I felt a flush rise to my cheeks as I met his gaze. "Thank you," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

The waiter came over to take our order, and Matteo ordered for us both. I raised an eyebrow, surprised by his audacity.

"Don't you want to know what I want?" I asked, trying to sound playful.

Matteo smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I think I can guess," he said, his voice low and suggestive.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realised that Matteo De Luca was not a man to be underestimated. He was charming, sophisticated, and ruthless.

As we waited for our food to arrive, Matteo asked me questions about myself, probing into my interests, my family, and my ambitions. I answered carefully, trying not to reveal too much.

But despite my caution, I found myself drawn to Matteo's charismatic presence. He was intelligent, witty, and had a quick sense of humour. I found myself laughing and smiling in his presence, feeling more at ease than I had expected.

As the meal arrived, Matteo leaned forward, his eyes locked onto mine. "Alessia, I think we could do great things together," he said, his voice low and persuasive. "Are you interested in exploring the possibilities?"

I hesitated, unsure of what to say. What did Matteo want from me?

As I hesitated, Matteo's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, as if searching for something. I felt a flutter in my chest, unsure of how to respond. Part of me was drawn to his charisma and confidence, but another part was wary of his intentions.

"I...I think I'd like to hear more about what you have in mind," I said finally, trying to sound cautious.

Matteo smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I think we could do great things together, Alessia. Businesswise, of course," he added, his voice low and smooth.

I raised an eyebrow, unsure if I believed him. There was something about Matteo that didn't quite add up, something that made me feel like he was hiding something.

As we finished our meal and chatted, I found myself feeling more and more conflicted. Matteo was charming and witty, but there was an undercurrent of tension between us, a sense that we were both playing a game of cat and mouse.

As the meal drew to a close, Matteo reached out and took my hand, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "I think we're going to get along just fine, Alessia," he said, his voice low and husky.

I felt a surge of attraction, but also a sense of unease. What was Matteo's true intention? And was I ready to find out?

As Matteo walked me out of the restaurant, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over me. The meeting had been intense, and I was still trying to process my feelings about Matteo. He was charming and charismatic, but there was something beneath the surface that made me feel like I needed to be cautious.

As we stood outside, Matteo turned to me and smiled. "I'll walk you to your car," he said, his voice low and smooth.

I nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude towards him. But as we walked, I couldn't help but notice the way he seemed to be scanning our surroundings, his eyes darting back and forth. It was as if he was searching for something, or someone.

"Matteo, what's going on?" I asked, feeling a sense of curiosity.

He turned to me, his eyes locking onto mine. "Just being cautious, Alessia," he said, his voice low. "There's a lot at stake here."

I nodded, feeling a sense of understanding. But as we reached my car, I realised that my father was nowhere to be seen. A sense of unease crept over me, and I turned to Matteo.

"Where's my father?" I asked, feeling a sense of concern.

Matteo's expression was unreadable. "I'm sure he's around here somewhere," he said, his voice smooth. "But don't worry, Alessia. I'll make sure you get home safely."

As he opened the car door for me, I felt a sense of hesitation. Something didn't feel right. But Matteo's eyes seemed to bore into mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"Thank you," I said finally, getting into the car.

As I drove away, I couldn't help but feel like I was in over my head. What had I just gotten myself into?

As I drove away from the restaurant, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. I kept looking in the rearview mirror, half-expecting to see Matteo following me. But there was no sign of him.

When I arrived home, my father was waiting for me in the study. He looked up from the papers on his desk, his expression serious.

"How was the meeting?" he asked, his voice firm.

I took a deep breath, trying to process my thoughts. "It was...interesting," I said, trying to choose my words carefully. "Matteo seems charming and charismatic, but there's something about him that doesn't quite add up."

My father's expression didn't change, but I could sense a hint of approval in his voice. "Good instincts, Alessia. You're right to be cautious. Matteo De Luca is a complex man, and his intentions are not always clear."

I nodded, feeling a sense of relief that my father seemed to understand my concerns. But as I turned to leave, he stopped me.

"Alessia, there's something else," he said, his voice low. "Matteo has asked for a second meeting. He wants to discuss...business opportunities."

I felt a surge of unease. What’s going on? What the hell did Matteo want from me?