My Beloved Boss (The Short Story)

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Kyra Lewis:

After Matteo dropped me off at home, following that lunch and, especially, that kiss... What a kiss! Even now, I can still feel his soft lips and that unique scent of his. Just thinking about him makes me a little wet. When I entered the house, my mom approached me, ready to ask.

— Who was that? — she asked, with a curiosity I knew all too well.

— It was Matteo — I replied, trying to hide my smile.

— I thought you would come home in a taxi — she teased, as if she already suspected something.

— We had lunch together after the meeting, and he offered to give me a ride. I accepted — I confessed, still a bit shy.

— Did anything else happen? — she inquired, with that caring mom tone, wanting to know everything.

— How do you know something happened? — I raised an eyebrow in challenge.

— Because you've been sporting a silly little grin ever since you got in here — she said, almost laughing.

— Well, we kissed.

— Oh, that’s awesome! Tell me more! — she exclaimed, excited. Since I lost my "friends," I’ve been sharing everything with her, and she's turned out to be an incredible friend.

— It was just a kiss, nothing special. When we meet again, he'll act like nothing happened — I replied, trying to sound indifferent.

— How boring! — she commented, and I smiled, enjoying the moment.

After the lively chat with my mom, I went up to my room and spent the afternoon binge-watching series. Time flew by, and before I knew it, dinner time was here. I went downstairs and joined my family. The conversation flowed until Pietro, always spontaneous, made a suggestion.

— Hey, Kyra, want to go to a club tonight? — he said, with a sparkle in his eyes.

Although hesitant, I’d already felt a change in me: hanging out with my siblings had become something fun.

— I don’t know — I answered, a bit indecisive.

— Come on, girl! It’s good for you to go out and have fun — my mom insisted, and my dad nodded in agreement.

— Okay, I’ll go — I conceded when I saw the excitement on Pietro’s face.

— I want to go, too! — Alysson chirped, giving a pleading look.

— When you turn 18, my love — my mom reminded her, trying to calm her down.

After dinner, and with Alysson still a little sulky, I went upstairs to get ready.

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Now, here I am, with Pietro at the club. We had already drunk some drinks, and since I’m not very tolerant, I was feeling pretty loosened up. A song I love started playing, and without thinking twice, I ran onto the dance floor. Dancing, I felt gentle hands on my waist, and when I turned around, I collided with a muscular chest. His familiar and irresistible scent enveloped me, and when I looked up, I came face-to-face with Matteo.

— Matteo! — I exclaimed, surprised.

— Kyra — he answered, taking a deep breath. — Want to dance with me?

— I do — I agreed, a little nervous yet incredibly excited.

Matteo delicately placed his hands on my waist while I wrapped my arms around his neck. The dance flowed naturally, and at one point, he tilted his head toward my neck and took a deep breath. A shiver ran through my body, and without a doubt, he noticed because he smiled as he felt my warmth.

— You smell so good — he commented, his seductive voice echoing in my ears.

— I say the same about you — I responded, keeping eye contact.

Matteo looked at me intensely, then slowly moved closer, pressing our lips into a hot, burning kiss. He held my hair with one hand while the other tightened around my waist. The world around us disappeared until we ran out of air and had to pull apart.

— Let’s get out of here? — he suggested, his words sounding like an irresistible invitation.

I hesitated for a moment, but the need to be close to him won over my hesitation. Yes, I needed him.

— I’ll tell my brother not to worry — I said.

— Okay — he replied, understanding.

I looked for Pietro and found him near the bar.

— I’m leaving with a guy, don’t wait for me — I warned, and he looked at me with an accomplice smile.

— Alright, go have fun — he said, leaning in to give me a kiss on the forehead. — Take care, okay?

With a heavy heart and a smile on my lips, I headed toward Matteo, and we left the club. As soon as we reached his car, he pushed me against the bodywork, and we kissed intensely.

— Tonight is going to be unforgettable — he announced, and his enthusiasm was contagious. — Shall we?

— Let’s go — I agreed, and together, we got in the car, ready for whatever the night had in store for us.