CEO's Unwanted Bride

Losing control

Matteo's pov.

I bolted out of Xavier's mansion. Anna was intentionally insulting me. I could understand the bitterness inside her. She hated me, and I knew that. Hell, it made me feel pathetic.

Fuck!

I just wanted to forget about her.

That emotional turbulence was too much for an evening. First of all, seeing Anna after so many years, then a heated argument outside the ladies' room, and I had been so hard since then, and then again, she reminded me that she hated me.

Something was wrong inside me. I thought my brain was not working correctly. So I needed my all-time favourite cure.

A hard drink and a great fu.ck.

I so much needed to get laid to throw Anna out of my mind. I should call Callie. She would be more than happy to give me what I wanted.

I stopped my car near the club and went straight to the bar. I ordered a double shot of my favourite whisky. I was trying to get drunk enough to forget about that little enchantress who was messing up with my mind.

I already had some drinks down my throat, but I was still not feeling very drunk. My mind was still thinking about her, and now I could see her sitting in front of me at the opposite corner of the bar, having some tequila shots.

What?

I rubbed my eyes to confirm what I was seeing was true. Anna was actually sitting there so late in the night and having tequila shots without caring about how much she was drunk.

I frowned to think why the fu.ck was she drinking like hell and with whom she came here? I roamed my eyes around her but found no one near her. However, men were looking at her with their lustful eyes. It meant she came alone. Nothing could be worse than this. What if someone tried to take advantage of her being drunk?

This thought quickly made me rise on my feet and stride to her side just as she was about to take another shot. I held her hand.

“Anna! You have had enough. Look at you. You are not looking in the right condition. Come on. I will drop you home. Let's go.” I said in my authoritative voice.

“No. I won't go anywhere with you. You get the hell out of my life. GO AWAY!” She yelled at me. And hell! She was so drunk. Her voice was slurring when she spoke. She was swaying slightly, even sitting on that bar stool.

“Stop it, Anna, and stand up.” I grabbed her hand and pulled her up to make her stand up from the bar stool. She struggled to make her hand free from my grip.

“Let go of my hand, you jerk. Go and fu.ck yourself. I don't need you to worry about me. Stop playing with my heart. You don't own me and can't affect me enough to make me cry for you,” she yelled in her drunken state, and I saw her eyes glistening as some tears appeared in the corners of her eyes. Why was she crying?

“Are you crying, sugar? But why?” I asked, frowning, as I didn't like to see tears in her eyes. I could turn the world upside down to know the reason for the tears in her eyes.

“No one wants to see me happy. Everyone is against me. You... you also don't want to see me happy. You and Mia turned Xavier against me. Now I am all alone.. again..” She sobbed, and I loosened my grip on her hand, and she slumped down on the stool again.

“That's not true, Anna. We care for you, and we want the best for you to get the best life partner for you. Adam is not good for you. I tried to enquire about him in detail. But I got nothing enough to give clear and true information about his background. Anna, something is very fishy, and you are making a mistake.” I tried to explain to her, but she did not listen. She ignored me entirely and turned again towards the bartender, asking for a few more shots.

“Anna, listen to me. You are not allowed to take more shots, and I am warning you to get your pretty ass up and come with me.” I said in a low voice between gritting my teeth.

“Or else?” She challenged me by picking up a shot in her hand and raising it towards me, taunting me. This made my blood boil in anger. This disobedient woman dared to defy me.

Holding my gaze, she took it to her lips and emptied the shot glass into her mouth. I didn't know what had taken over me. I grabbed her chin and pressed my lips on her, sucking all the tequila from her mouth and drinking it with her sweet taste. Fu.ck. My head started spinning as the world disappeared around me. Was this tequila so intoxicating, or her taste? It made me forget myself.

Before I completely lost my mind, I pulled away, making some distance between us.

“Now, you better know to obey me,” I warned her.

“You pervert! How dare you steal my first kiss?” She slapped me across my face and shouted at me.

Her first kiss? Had she never been kissed? But she was in a relationship, engaged, and getting married. How was that possible? I shook my head and rubbed my stinging cheek. Before I got time to be alert, she clenched my collar and dragged me closer, down to her level.

“Who gave you the right to kiss me like that?” She whispered in anger, staring into my dark eyes. I could see some conflict in them as if she was trying to control herself.

Her gaze moved from my eyes to my lips, and I watched as she swallowed, her throat showing movement. Her lips were parted, and her heavy breathing fanning my face made me breathless. Her sweet smell was overpowering my senses. I fought to control myself not to close the distance and kiss those sweet and full lips senselessly, as I knew how they tasted precisely.

I didn't remember how long we both were staring into each other’s eyes. I didn't know who closed the distance first. All I could remember was kissing her with more passion and need. My hands pulled her closer, her fingers in my hair, and her nails dug into my scalp. Everything around us disappeared. Time had stopped. I couldn't hear any music or noise, but her heavy breathing and sweet moans were the only sounds that reverberated in my ears.

Her lips tasted salty, lemony, and tequila in the beginning but soon turned sweet as sin. My tongue entered her mouth, coaxing her tongue, licking every corner of her mouth. She tasted like alcohol mixed with her sweet taste.

She kissed me with equal hunger as she mimicked my actions. She pulled my upper lip between her teeth and sucked it as I sucked hers. Her sweet moans were muffled, with my groans disappearing into my mouth. She nibbled my lips just as I bit hers. The slurping sound of us sucking each other's mouths could be heard by anyone who would pass through us. This kiss was nothing but out of the world, pure and innocent and most erotic and intimate. As much as I wanted to kiss her for eternity, I had to pull away when I felt her gasping for air.

She slowly opened her eyes. A shocked expression took place on her face. She covered her mouth as if she could not believe herself. Did she regret kissing me? Fu.ck. Turning on her heel, she began running towards the exit.

Then I realised how big a mistake I had made.

“Anna!” I called her name, going after her.

But she didn't stop. I followed her towards the parking lot. She was fiddling with her car keys, and I knew she was not sober enough to drive home safely.

I took her keys from her hand. “Come with me. You are not in a condition to drive home alone.”

“No, I will not go anywhere alone with you,” she said, shaking her head, and I hated myself for the first time in my life. I wanted to go back in the past and correct my actions so that she could trust me again.

I sighed. “Listen, sugar, that happened accidentally, and it won't happen again. I promise. Let me drive you home, please. I promise you won't see my face again. Just for tonight, bear it with me.” I begged.

I gestured to her to move towards my car. She didn't say anything but didn't protest anymore. I led her towards my car and opened the passenger seat for her. She slowly stepped in. I called my man to collect her car from the club's parking lot. I gave her keys to the valet. Taking the driving seat, I started the ignition, and we drove silently towards her home. I just hoped she forgot about this night when she woke up in the morning. I knew she hated me, and I didn't want her to hate me more.