*Mateo’s POV*
Aria came down for dinner about 10 minutes after me. Her face was still flushed, but now she had wet hair. I wonder whether she released her pent-up aggression against me in the shower as I did.
As she approached closer to me, I became livid at the sight. No scratch that, livid was not the word. I was ready to murder anyone that would even dare to look at her right now.
She had put on a yellow silk dress, opting out from wearing a bra as I could see her hard n*pples rubbing against the silk material of the dress. I wanted to put her over my shoulder and drag her back upstairs and finish what I had started, but she had on a smirk that told me, ‘Don’t even f*cking think about it.’
She looked at me while replying to Layla’s comment on her dress, and I couldn’t hold it any
