Matteo's pov.
“Let's go home,” I demanded.
“No, I have one more meeting, and it is important. You go home, and I will come after finishing work,” she refused.
I sighed and released her from my arms after kissing her forehead.
“I will be waiting. Come soon, okay,” I posited authoritatively.
She nodded, biting her lips shyly.
I called my secretary to transfer all the meetings on concall. I quickly went home and changed my clothes, putting on my AirPods so that I could take the calls when I was cooking after my secretary transferred all important calls to my number.
I made my way towards the kitchen. I sent off the house help early. I wanted my house only for us. I decided to cook for my lovely date. Date? What was wrong with my head? I laughed in the middle of a concall and when I re
