(Flashback): A few hours earlier:
Leonardo stormed into the office as Matteo was setting his briefcase in front of his desk.
Matteo turned around and he was surprised to see Leonardo in his office. He barely showed up here without his permission since he hated working for the company. He was curious as to what had caused him to change his mind and leave the warehouse he was supposed to be looking after to come to the company he rejected to work for.
With anger etched all over Leonardo’s face, he stride towards Matteo. “I saw you sniffing on your pants this morning. So tell me Matteo, did you fuck her?” He asked as he charged at Matteo, shoving him back to the table as he leaned closer.
Matteo remained silent and made no comment. He detested the notion that his brother felt the same way he feels about Isabella.
“Talk to me, Matteo! Did you fuck her?” Leonardo demanded fiercely, his deep voice reverberating around the room.
“I didn’t, Leonardo,” Matteo replied curtly, getting fed up with his dumb inquiry. Leonardo wouldn’t leave him alone until he gave him an answer, and Matteo knew that for sure.
“You better stay the fuck away from her because she’s mine. I hired her!” Leonardo stated this aggressively.
“Leon, just because she works for you doesn’t means she belongs to you. You can’t claim what you don’t have,” Matteo snarked at him, enraged at Leonardo’s harsh comments.
Matteo’s words were accurate, yet they infuriated Leonardo. “I’ll see about that until you touch her.”
“Well, I want to see what you will do, Leon,” Matteo said, maintaining his cool, but then Leonard grasped hold of his collar, tilting his head as he glared hard at him daringly.
Matteo challenged him back and glared back at him.
They were about to pick a fight, but the sound of glass breaking stopped them from starting one.
With astonished expressions on their faces, Matteo and Leonardo both stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Isabella. They weren’t expecting her here, and they wondered whether she must have overheard their conversation.
They could see the agony in her eyes as she struggled to speak. Leonardo, on the other hand, had just realized how lovely Isabella looks in her outfit. He couldn’t help but admire her. She’s so cute when she’s scared, and Isabella quickly scurried away as soon as she finished fumbling those words.
“Fuck”, He cursed. “Isabella!” Matteo found his strength and pushed Leonardo aside before he fled out of the room to chase after her.
Leonardo groaned indignantly, banging his fist on the table in rage. “Why the fuck would Matteo be going after her”, he growled in wrath as he kicked the table with his foot angrily. He wondered if Isabella must have overheard their conversation but was more assured that Matteo would be able to cover up everything.
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“Yes, I saw you and Leonardo kiss,” Isabella said, jolting Leonardo out of his frozen trance.
Matteo creased his brow in disgust. “No way, Leonardo is my brother”, he continued. “Why would you think of that?” Matteo asked.
Isabella was stunned for a second before she spoke. “I’m sorry, I thought I saw you guys kiss, but didn’t I hear anything?” She said honestly, feeling relieved that all she had seen was only a figment of her imagination.
“Ask the next time before taking things into consideration.”
“I’m sorry, but I thought you both were gay.”
Matteo scoffed, “No, we’re not. We’re just in a kind of complicated relationship. You won’t understand”, he said.
“Well, make me understand,” Isabella said, eager to know what he was trying to say.
He cupped the side of her face and caressed her cheek with his thumb. “When the time is right, you will know “, Matteo said, and Isabella felt her cheek flustered. He stopped what he was doing as he observed the difference in her appearance. He didn’t notice how different she looked earlier, as he was more concerned about her injured feet.
Matteo tilts his head slightly, checking her out. Her boobs definitely defined her features, and the dress set them off nicely on her. He’d love women with big boobs, and Isabella isn’t excluded. She did look beautiful and sexy in the dress. The dress completely adored her and showed off her curves. He pondered.
Isabella felt her heart skip a beat and butterflies flutter through her stomach as his gaze slipped down her boobs and then ran down her body. She could feel herself getting wet and turned on as he observed her. Her nipples became so stiff that she became uncomfortable. His sultry green eyes roaming around her body were a turn-on for her.
Isabella smiled, expecting Matteo to say something nice about her appearance, but he didn’t. Instead, he took his eyes off her and tucked his hand into his pocket without saying a word. It was so discouraging that she felt like she looked horrible.
Matteo paused for a brief second as he caught the light scent of her feminine fragrance. He couldn’t resist the scent, so he leaned close and pressed himself in between her legs, while Isabella spread her legs wide for him to have greater access.
Matteo grasped the back of her neck and tilted her neck to the side. He lowered his face to the crook of her neck, inhaling the scent of her feminine fragrance then lightly grazed her neck with his lips.
Isabella shuddered, feeling his soft lips on her dark skin. She wished Matteo could just touch her body as he sniffed her. Her lips parted, causing her chest to rise and fall in a slow breath. As Matteo breathed in her scent, she felt a tingle erupt throughout her entire body. She had purposely sprayed perfume there because she knew how much he loved sniffing her. She wanted to ask if he liked it, but Matteo interrupted with a whisper only audible to her hearing. “I love it, and I want to taste it tonight”. She blushed as tingles seized her nipples and made them harder. His words sparked a rush of adrenaline through her veins.
Matteo murmured into her ear, “See me on the rooftop tonight”, and then gently nipped into her ear, making her shiver. “It’s an order!” He made it clear before stepping back and leaving the office.
When Matteo left, Isabella squealed and jumped down from the table. He loves her cologne, but not her outfit. She was depressed that Matteo didn’t compliment her outfit. Maybe because it doesn’t look well on her, she reasoned.
Isabella walked over to the chair opposite the table and sat, then switched on the computer to check her work schedule for the day. She needed to find something to occupy her free time before dusk.
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