MATEO’S POV~
The scent of her hair hit me almost immediately I pulled her, I didn’t expect it to send me strange but familiar feelings of euphoria.
my initial mission was to torment her but now i’m the tormented one.
The lining of her neck beckoned to me for a little bite, the way she breathed in and out gave rise to her full chest brushing up against mine and I just had to look.
“I can see you can still be silly, get off me you pervert,” she said, pulling herself away from me but I was inclined to indulge my cravings so I pulled her again and this time I kissed her I needed to know what it was that pulled me to touch her that first time.
She pulled away from me instinctively and scampered to her seat, she felt instantly shy and her cheeks were pink.
“I had to know” I mentioned, she turned back to me, she looked confused.
“Excuse me?” she started, I placed my hands firmly on my lap and focused my full attention on her, I knew I was about to have fun.
“I had to know what it was that pulled me to you, I mean you are not close to the kind of woman I like, I like them a little thicker,” I said before waiting for her reaction.
She was obviously angry, but she kept her cool, so I decided to go on the offensive, “You know like Becky, thicker, so I had to be high as hell to have ever touched that” I grinned.
I touched a nerve, but she kept her demeanor, a challenge I fully accept.
“I’m not going to exchange words with you Mateo, you obviously do not know what you are talking about, so I’m going to save myself the embarrassment and just not engage you piece of shit” she replied in a vicious tone.
The sound of her anger stirred my loins, it felt as though it had happened before, once or twice.
“I mean since I found out that I fell off a cliff for you I had to know, i mean you are my wife so I’m allowed to touch you baby doll” I said.
Baby doll.
The words came out seamlessly like they were made for just her.
She turned to look at me, her eyes looked confused and sad, but in a way that makes you wonder what pain she carries behind them.
“I guess you call everyone that” She replied and the sound of disgust in her tone turned my inside in ways I never thought possible.
Why does her opinion matter to me?
A question I’ve been asking my conscious mind since I opened my eyes.
“You know what I’m hoping for Mateo, that you get your memories back, so we can all have our answers” she replied before turning the other way her hand on her chin.
“I must have been drunk, that’s the only way that must have happened, fucked up myself again and went on a fucking spree, typical me” I laughed.
But my last statement did not draw out a reaction from her, she sat perfectly still, then she turned and smiled.
“Yeah you were, I guess I’ve always been a plaything to you, not anymore, I do hope you get your memories back, so we can end this,” she said.
And for some reason her words stung, they got to me and now i’m left wondering if it’s worth it to be an asshole.
What happened to me, to us? I remember everyone else, but her, I don’t have any memories of her, nothing…
Drifting in and out of consciousness in a void where nothingness exists I remembered Becky, her fond smile, her juicy ass and when I opened my eyes expecting to see those two curled afro puffs I saw someone different.
She was beautiful, and the way her hair blew in the wind stayed with me.
I still remember the way her full lips parted to call my name.
“We are here Don, welcome home” the soldier in front said.
I gave a small nod and looked out the window slowly winding down, a magnificent mansion came into view, it looked ancient but in its full glory, the hedges were neatly trimmed and the aesthetics pleased me.
I guess I do have a taste.
And maybe I’m not a tasteless asshole, just a regular one.
I saw people waiting for us as the car stopped at the front porch, once again a magnificent view.
I must have lived an amazing life.
“Welcome back Don Mateo” they all greeted me almost immediately, then from the stairs I saw the beautiful woman I saw with Julius in my hospital room.
From the way her eyes roamed my body, I knew we were too familiar.
“Welcome home Don Mateo” she smiled, “im micola, I’m in charge of the Donatelli estate, I see to the day-to-day around the mansion, I keep it beautiful just the way you desire it, always ready and waiting,” she said, her tongue rolling devilishly as she gave me a warm inviting smile, then she turned to my beloved wife.
“And you too Ariana, welcome” she smiled politely.
Ariana didn’t say a word, it seemed she had caught on, and she had made her peace.
The maids led her inside and she followed closely until she disappeared.
“Make sure the capo is comfortable, I’ll be coming by in an hour to see to it,” she said before gesturing for them to carry on.
She flashed me a devious look before turning to walk toward the driver.
Not long after, they took me up to my quarters, seeing they had to clamp my wheelchair to the mechanical stairwell they had prepared, well-lighted.
The interior smelled like home, it smelled just right and I knew I was home.
And then Ariana emerged from the bathroom, in a towel with water dripping from her wet body, she was hurrying to get the dryer and our eyes met.
“Wait are we going to share a room is this a joke?” she asked, and I in turn turned to the housekeepers.
Orders from the madam sir,” she smiled before curtseying. Then she left hurriedly.
“At least I won’t be bored, I get a great view now and then” I grinned as she hurriedly snatched her bathrobe.
“Ridiculous, this is just ridiculous” she groaned in frustration.
“This has to be some sort of fucked up mistake” she complained again.
“I bet” I chuckled watching her make a mess of herself.
“I am not sharing a room with you, ridiculous!” Ariana groaned again before stomping back to the bathroom.
As she closed the door I pressed the go button on my wheelchair and I used the steering rod poking out on the other side to navigate.
I moved towards the well laid out clothes on the bed, a nice yellow panties.
Hers I suppose, I snickered.
I picked it up and looked in the direction of the bathroom door.
A took a whiff of the strong scent of her pussy lost in the trails of expensive French scent.
and breathed it in, It smelled good, and I felt the instant urge to want to break down that door and fuck her right there on the bathroom wall.
As I thought about it, I felt a bulge in my pants but it quickly stopped.
What is happening? This has never happened before!
Why am I pulled to want her?
The door opened and micola strolled in conveniently. I clenched the panties in my hand tightly, she was about to speak when I thundered,
“Get that fucking doctor in here right now! My dick isn’t working!”