My Beloved Boss (The Short Story)

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Kyra Lewis:

I woke up feeling an arm around my waist. Looking down, I saw Matteo asleep, hugged against me. An involuntary smile formed on my face as I stroked his hair, watching him gently sigh.

He opened his eyes and looked at me, and I, with a smile on my lips, said:

— Good morning.

— Good morning — he responded with a deep, hoarse voice, pulling me even closer.

— What time is it? — I asked, curious.

Matteo stretched in bed searching for his phone and said:

— It's almost ten o'clock.

— Wow, it's already late! We need to get up — I said, trying to motivate myself.

— Just a little longer like this — he suggested, nestling his head in my neck and taking a deep breath, which made me smile even more as I stroked his hair.

He stayed like that for about twenty minutes until he got up, pulling me up as well. When I tried to sit up, I ended up falling back onto the bed, laughing.

— I can’t feel my legs — I blurted out, and he burst into a hearty laugh.

— Come here — he said, picking me up in his arms and taking me to the bathroom.

In the bathroom, we entered together and started to shower. Matteo washed my hair while occasionally giving me affectionate kisses on my neck, causing delicious shivers along my body. Despite the intimate atmosphere, we kept our innocence with soft kisses and discreet touches.

After our shower, I put on the clothes I wore the night before, while he got ready in his elegant black three-piece suit, complemented by a perfectly fitting red tie. “What a wonderful man,” I thought to myself, admiring him.

We finished getting ready and went downstairs for breakfast. My stomach was growling with hunger.

— That orange cake is simply delicious — I commented, savoring the dessert.

— It’s true! Dona Ana, the chef here, is a true artist in the kitchen. I love her food — he replied happily.

After breakfast, Matteo took me back home. Now we were parked in front of my house.

— Our night was unforgettable — he commented, looking into my eyes.

— It really was, I loved it — I replied with a genuine smile.

— And I loved it too! I hope we can have another wonderful night like this — he said, full of hope.

— I want that too — I smiled excitedly.

Matteo pulled me into a passionate kiss. Our tongues tangled in a sensual dance as he delicately held my hair. That moment was magical, ending with a sweet little kiss.

— Oh, I almost forgot. Your pictures will be taken tomorrow — he reminded me.

— Okay — I responded, already aware of the plan. — I need to go now, and you’re running late for work.

— I’m a bit late, but don’t worry. It’s the advantage of being my own boss — he said, stepping on the accelerator of life.

Smiling, Matteo stole another kiss from me before I left and ran home. When I reached the door, I looked back and saw his car driving away.

As soon as I entered, my family was in the living room.

— Look who decided to show up — Pietro commented, while I looked at him with an bored expression.

— The troublemaker was having fun — Alysson said, provoking.

— Go find something to do and leave me alone — I responded, feeling my anxiety grow.

— She’s stressed — Pietro commented, as I hurled a pillow at him.

— Kids, stop that — my father intervened firmly.

— Daughter, we need to talk — my mother said, visibly excited.

— And then you’ll talk about Kyra’s night — my father added, with a tone that showed some jealousy. — Now, we need to discuss an important matter.

— About what? — I asked, intrigued.

— Justice expedited our request, and it seems that within two days, the police will go to residents’ houses to review the cameras — my father informed me.

— Wow, that’s great! What prompted this speed? — I asked, still processing the information.

— Money — he replied disdainfully. — What can money not do? Just have a little, and things get moving.

— I also have something to say — I declared, determined.

— What is it? — my mother asked, interested.

— Tomorrow I’ll have my photos taken — I revealed, a smile forming on my face.

— How wonderful, my love! — my mother exclaimed, radiant.

— Congratulations, daughter! — my father added proudly.

— Congrats, sis! — my brothers cheered, as we all hugged in a group embrace; I could no longer hold back my tears.

— Enough of this crying! Let’s celebrate! — my father announced cheerfully, leaving the room and returning with a bottle of champagne.

— A toast to Kyra’s success! — he proclaimed.

— Thank you! I love all of you — I replied, moved.

— We love you too — they said in unison.

And that’s how we spent the rest of the day, celebrating as a family, surrounded by laughter, stories, and a lot of love.