Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Claimed By The Rogue Alpha Chapter 39

=Olivia==

The freakhead was at my door. What a pleasant surprise.

"What do you want?"

He quirked his brow and I refused to admit that they were cute. Then, his eyes happened upon my chest and he took them away.

I wrapped my arms around my chest. "What are you looking for?"

"I own this place, Olivia."

"And?"

"Let me in."

"No," I said. Meanwhile, I yearned for his touch. Am I seriously saying this? Yes. I yearned for Matteo. I couldn't express my frustration at how the ecstasy some minutes ago was just work of the mind. It wasn't real. And here he was facing me. I mean, I could just leap on me, and ask him to f**k me the way he'd f****d that girl.

He sighed. "I'm not asking."

"And I said no."

"Look, I know you're mad, okay?"

I scoffed, blinking my eyes. "Excuse me?"

"Last night. You probably put two and two together."

"I have no f*****g idea what you're talking about."

He rested his arm on the door pane. "Really?" "Yes, really."

"Okay, so why then were you jerking off?"

Colour pulled out of my face. Absentmindedly, I slipped my arms off my chest. Then, my surprise was replaced by anger when I saw the glint in his eyes. "F**k you, Matteo. F**k you."

"We need to talk, Olivia."

"And I said no. Listen, Matteo." I pointed my finger at him. "That you own this place doesn't give you the audacity to treat me as trash. I refuse to be..."

My eyes began to water. I inhaled. Breathe, girl. Breathe.

"I refuse to be subjected to such ill-treatment. So what if I f**k myself. Hell, yes, it's none of your business. It's my body and I'd damn do with it as I please."

His eyes lingered on my face before they fell on my chest again. This time, I followed his gaze, and to my horror, I realised that my nipples were showing. F**k, I had forgotten to put on a bra.

When I looked back at Matteo, he had his eyes on my face.

"F**k off. In fact, go f**k that lady. Make her yell your name. At least that would bring back your ego," I said. And shut the door on his face. I pressed my back on the door and slid down. Shutting my eyes, the tears trickled down. I cried. I cried because I wanted him. I knew I wanted him, and that sucked a hell lot.