Billionaire's Best Friend

XVIII. Matt is the Best

Nina's POV:

No, let's not walk down that path. I decided to go the safest route and poked his cheek. "You have the cutest dimple I've ever seen."

"You like my dimple?" He tilted his head slightly as if it were the first time someone ever compliments him on his dimple.

The dimple is positioned on his left cheek. It's deep but not too profound, just at the right level. When he smiles, it would appear like a cute little button.

"How much do you love it?" He asked in the most severe tone; I had ever heard from him.

"A lot. I'm weak against dimples." I pucker my lips, glancing at his cheek, hoping he would smile so I can see them.

Sucking his lips inward lightly, his tongue made its appearance. "How weak?"

"Really weak."

"Weak enough to make you want to kiss it?"

I bit my lips and nod. I'm not entirely sure where this conversation is leading, but I'll flow with it and see the outcome.

"Go for it. I permit you." Matt tilted his left cheek toward me. I couldn't help but chuckle as he backed away in amusement. "Just kidd-"

I cut him off and kissed him on the cheek. He froze at my actions. "Stop staring at me. You said go for it," I mumbled and turned my back on him. My eyes tighten, feeling my cheeks and ears burning up. I mentally cursed myself for doing such a thing.

He pressed his chest against my back as he placed a hand on my stomach. Putting a massive leg over mine, he trapped me in place. His heavy hot breath hits the back of my head, fogging my mind.

"Don't poke me in the morning."

"I can't promise that short stack," he mumbles.

Welcoming Matt's heated body, my eyelids started getting heavy as a smile crossed my lips. Reaching out, I grabbed Matt's hand as his laces with mine.

When I woke up, I rub my eyes slightly. Glancing around, I realize I was in Matt's room. He has a simple place, black and white, while everything is kept to a minimum. I wonder if he will let me add some stuff to his lifeless room.

Looking over, he wasn't next to me, but traces of warmth were still present, telling me he left not too long ago. I exhaled a deep breath and went to the bathroom, preparing myself for the day.

I released the urine within me and glanced around the bathroom. It wasn't as large as I thought, but what caught my eyes was the shower and bathtub. It looks like one of those showers you would see in a movie where the hot main lead would stand there, thinking deeply as the water hit his perfect abs.

Walking towards the living room, the mouthwatering smell of bacon and eggs woke me up. "What's for breakfast? I'm hungry," I ask, rubbing my stomach.

He grins, "Bacon. Eggs. Pancakes. Sausage."

I grabbed a sausage and bit it. "This is an okay sausage," I said, swaying the other half in front of his face.

"If you want, I have a real sausage for you to eat," he chuckles.

"I like big sausages, not small one, sweetie," I teased him.

"Oh, my sausage is big. Once you get a taste of it, no other sausage will fulfill you." He got closer to me, pinning against the fridge.

I slowly place my hand on his shoulder, positioning my mouth near his ears and bite it.

"Ow! f**k, Nina!" He grabs his ear and rubs it.

"Try making another suggestive comment at me again." I stick my tongue out at him.

"You only did that because you had no comeback." He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

I stood there, frozen, knowing he was right. I had no comeback, that's why I bit him. I had never been good with comebacks. It's like people put me on the spot, staring into my soul, expecting a witty response to exit my lips.

As I looked at him, he shot me a mischievous grin.

"Matt, what are you doing?" I took several paces back.

"Nothing." He shrugs as he inches toward me slowly.

"Don't do it, Matt."

"Do what?" He said in an innocent tone as he batted his eyes a couple of times. My eyes shot from him to my bedroom door, immediately I sprinted towards it. I can hear heavy footsteps following me. A pair of arms wrap around my waist, dragging me back into the living room.

"Matt! Let go!" I started hitting him, but he didn't even faze

He threw me on the couch and got between my legs. "Rawr! Here comes the tickle monster!" He shouted in a deep, playful voice.

I laughed hysterically as I waved my arms and legs in a random direction.

"Say it!"

"No!"

"Say it!"

"F-F-Fine!"

He stopped tickling me and stared at me with a smile showing off his endearing dimple.

"I'm still the best!" I screamed, turning my body in a futile attempt to escape. He grabbed my ankle and pulled me back, beginning to tickle me again.

"O-Ok! I'll say it!"

He stopped and placed both arms beside my head, preventing me from escaping.

"Matt is the best," I mumble.

"What? Can't hear you." He cups a hand over his ear and leans forward.

"Matt is the best!" I shriek into his ears.

"s**t Nina!" His face grimaces as he shook his head slightly, trying to get rid of the pain.

I started giggling underneath him as he flopped on top of me, stopping my giggles.

"You're heavy." I poke him in the stomach.

He got up and stared into my eyes, his nose hit mine. I can feel his fresh hot breath hitting my face while his chest hit mine every time he inhaled. I swallow the lump forming in my throat as I try to calm down the wild butterflies in my stomach. His eyes trail down towards my lips as he licks his own. I bit my lips when I felt a tingly sensation below me.

Moving my hips, I tried to get out of his grasp. He grabs my wrist and pins me back down, pressing against me harder than before.

I feel something, something very odd, poking me.

The bell rang.

"Aren't you going to get that?" I whisper.

"Ignore it," he said, still staring at my lips.

It rang again.

"I think it's important."

He ignored me as he lifted a hand, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, stroking my face lightly.

The doorbell rings repeatedly.

"Ugh, Matt, go get it!" I groaned.

He rolled his eyes and got off of me. I sat up, regulating my breathing. I must be going insane because I think Matt Jr. wanted to say hi.

"Come on, man! Let's hang out! I never see you anymore. You're always off on a business trip," a deep voice boomed throughout the room. I turn my head towards the entrance, trying to see who it is at the doorstep, but Matt's large body covers my view.

I know it's impossible since I'm looking at the back of his head, but I can see Matt rolling his eyes. "Go away, Jack. I'm busy," he said with a dashed annoyance.

"Is there someone in there you don't want me to meet?" The stranger, possibly named Jack, laughed loudly.

"No," Matt stated firmly as he shut the door.

Jack stuck a foot in and pushed back Matt. He took a step in, and his aqua blue instantly met mine. Does everyone have blue eyes around here?

"Well. Well. It looks like you are hiding someone," he teased. He skipped towards me, "Jackson Martinez, Matthew Greyson's best friend, and main b***h. What's your name cutie?" He leans down towards my face, showing off his clean white teeth.

I kneel on the couch, looking at Jack than Matt. I wonder if all of Matt's friends are good looking. I met Justin before, and he is a hunk, now there is Jack, which makes me question if all handsome men hang out with each other. They probably have a secret potion that keeps them all looking sexy.

Staring at Jack, he continues smiling at me.

I don't have a good feeling towards him.