Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Claimed By The Rogue Alpha Chapter 21

==Olivia==

I never appreciated the truth in the words: as ever-changing as the weather, until today. Just some minutes ago, it was bright, threating to have me blind for a moment. Now, the once blue sky had become a grey monster and the nice warm breeze was a gale. I

squinted my eyes to shield myself from the dust that came with the wind.

I began making my way out of the maze, doing quite a job in keeping my dress in place. I let out a sigh of relief when I made it out. No sooner had I done that than I jerk. I wasn't expecting to see Matteo. Also, I didn't expect to meet him in such...manner as he was. Something was off about him, given the way he stared at blankly. I waved off any concern. He wasn't my business at all. All I had to do was get inside, have some nice warm bath and then be buried under my blanket.

But then, my plans were shattered when he dashed for the wall adjacent the backdoor and began punching it.

My jaw dropped. I rushed towards him, trying to pull him from the wall. He wouldn't budge. It was as though I wasn't even trying at all.

"F**k me! F**k my life.!" His breath reeked of alcohol. They turned my stomach and I turned the other way to gag. The smell of the vomit further nausated me. I fell to the floor, pouring my insides out. My eyes began to water from the force. "Oh, I disgust you?"

It was Matteo. He was facing me now. And I would have pondered on why the hell he was acting the way he was, but there was a much bigger thing to worry about. His right fist. It was bloodied now.

He ignored me and went back to the wall.

"You see that, moron? You disgust a common f*****g slave girl.".

A lump grew in my throat. I shut my eyes, willing myself to remain calm. I wasn't going to cry. No, not because of him.

"Stop. You're hurting yourself." I stood, making one more effort in pulling him away.

He stopped. Surprisingly. But my relief was far from established. He scowled. "Get lost."

The insult, yeah it was pretty solid, but I wasn't affected by it as much as the alcoholic breath. I gagged again, clutching my tummy, but unlike before, nothing was forthcoming. The nausea however lingered. "There she goes again," he said, giving out a dry laugh.

I was dumbfounded. I had never seen him in such state before. Ever.

"I'll show you what's disgusting."

Before I could bat an eye, he crashed his lips on mine. I was lost for a second, but eventually came back to my senses. And when I did, boy, he still had his lips clamped to my trembling ones. I stared, wide eyed, shaken, not knowing how to react.

Then, I felt him pull me towards him. His hand grabbing my butt cheek. I made the resolve to pull away, but I backed down when I saw his eyes. They were closed. Looking all innocent like a child's. His lashes were long and... wait. Double. He had double lashes. They were long, and straight. Dark just like his hair.

Then, I jerked backward. Or rather, Matteo jerked me. He turned the other way and threw up. A torrent of goo splattering in the floor.

Thereafter, he slumped. Gasping, I rushed to him and with all my might, I pulled him from the mess. His shirt was stained, same with a side of his face.

I wiped the mess off his face, leaving a smear. I stared down at him, still in shock with what had just played out.