UNHOLY DESIRE

DEIRDRE POV

Dragging myself out of bed at the incessant banging on the door, as well as kicking. I pushed a hand through my hair, walking towards it.

Gazing at the wall clock on my way to the door, I realized I had slept for three hours. I was exhausted from going back and forth, and it seemed like the sickness wasn’t exactly gone, as I could feel the fever starting to seep in as well.

“Deirdre!” I heard Matteo’s voice at the other end of the door.

Rolling my eyes, I unlocked the door gazed at him briefly to see his disorientated look before moving towards the bed.

But Matteo halted me before I took two steps.

Turning me to face him, I frowned. “What?” I asked, unable to hide the irritation in my voice.

“About earlier…”

“I don’t care, Matteo,” I cut him off. “I wasn’t trying to flirt with Vittorio, but that’s what you believed; I have nothing to prove to you. If you are here to scold me again, you shouldn’t worry yourself because I won’t give you an audience.”

I had never been this dismissive before to Matteo, but I guessed he deserved that. If he couldn’t trust me, showing him proof would mean nothing.

Matteo was hardheaded. He believed whatever he wished to, and most times, the way he interpreted things wasn’t the way it often seemed.

Folding my arms across my chest, I waited for him to walk back out of the door angrily, but he didn’t. Instead, he sighed, pushing a hair back out of his face.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“I believe you,” He said, stepping towards me.

“You do?” I asked him with a frown, and he nodded.

“I’m sorry, I was a jerk…”

“You are a jerk,” I affirmed, cutting him off. “You were more than a jerk, Matteo.”

“I deserve whatever you say to me, but let me explain myself,” He said.

I rolled my eyes internally. He almost never gave me the opportunity to explain myself, and now he wanted one.

Talk about being unfair.

I walked away from him to sit on the bed, and I sensed him following behind.

Matteo sat beside me on the bed, clasping his hand together, “I overreacted because that idiot made a stupid joke afterwards and…”

“You believed what he said and didn’t care to think if I could do whatever you accused me of or not?”

“What do you want me to think, Deirdre?!” Matteo snapped, making me jump from where I was at the harshness of his voice.

His frustration was very much evident in it, and he wasn’t trying to hide them.

He stood from the bed, paced a few times, and came back towards me. “You were very much more receptive towards him than to me, your fucking husband. You smile with him all the fucking time and don’t even care about me. I’ve fucking heard you ask after his well-being, but what do I get in return as your husband? A fucking angry wife!”

“Too many fucking words in only a little sentence,” I muttered, frowning.

“Listen, Deirdre, this might sound like jealousy, but hell yes, I am fucking jealous, and I won’t even deny that, but cut me some fucking slack woman.”

“I thought you were here to apologize to me,” My head snapped up towards him.

I saw him frowning down at me.

“I did apologize,” He pointed out, “I can as well say what’s bothering me, can I not?”

“You can,” I murmured.

Standing to my feet, I stepped towards him cautiously. When I was very much closer to him, I halted, gripped his hand, and intertwined our fingers together.

“I am with you, Matteo, I don’t understand why you are bothered with Vittorio. He’s married, is he not? Also, he knows we are together…”

“He knows,” Matteo nodded.

“And I don’t think he’s hitting on me.”

“You’re too fucking too blind to see that.” Matteo said.

“That’s because I don’t care. I think about you all the damned time, even when I am alone. Yes, I most times welcome the little distraction from Vittorio, but that’s because you always make yourself unavailable to me.”

“How do I trust you? How do I believe you have nothing going on with him? Proof to me you think about me alone.” Matteo said.

“What?” I snorted, shaking my head.

Matteo gripped my waist, pulling me into him.

“Prove it, Deirdre,” He commanded. His eyes were narrowed.

“You are fucking blind!” I said, then stood on tiptoes. My hands instinctively went to the back of his head, cupping it, and I closed my lips around his.

Honestly, I didn’t know why I was kissing him and why I was trying to prove that I had my thoughts centered on him alone.

I guessed part of me wanted to really kiss him while the other part wished to prevent any altercation between him and Vittorio.

For all I know, Matteo could stride out the door and harm Vittorio this instant.

It was the last thing I wanted. Besides, it would be strange when news got out that they were fighting because of me.

Matteo’s lips were unyielding. He wasn’t kissing me back as I had wanted.

So, I pressed my body into his and bit down on his lower lip. That seemed to do it. His mouth opened, and he allowed me to slip my tongue inside before he took over the kiss.

Matteo’s hand tightened around my waist, and I heard him growl inside my mouth, but I didn’t stop.

Despite wanting air, I didn’t let go.

“Deirdre,” Matteo whispered, releasing my lips.

I protested, pulling him back to me, but he halted me.

I frowned as he walked towards the door.

I thought he was going to walk away, but he did the lock and returned to where I was.

Matteo swooped me off my feet, earning a squeal from me, and took two long strides to the bed before dumping me on it.

“Do you believe me now?” I asked as he undid the buttons of the shirt he wore before slipping out of it.

Licking my lips at his toned abs, my hands itched to caress his body, but I gripped the duvet instead.

“You like what you see?” He asked.

I flushed, shaking my head, before glancing away as he smirked at me.

He hadn’t answered my question, but I didn’t think I needed an answer to it.