You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow
Chapter 74

Clarissa entered the apartment, while Matthew followed behind her.

She frowned. "Who said you can enter? I said I don't want to live with you, so leave!"

Pretending to be deaf, Matthew tossed his coat on the couch while unbuttoning his collar and got closer to Clarissa, looking all sexy and relaxed.

Clarissa was so vulnerable to his seduction that she sat there, not moving an inch.

Very quickly, she was pulled into the man's embrace. His deep, magnetic voice brushed across her ears, making them redden immediately. "I'm not here to live with you. I'm here to sleep with you."

The heat in the blood from her ears moved to her entire body, and Clarissa could feel her face burning. Her face was like a steamed crab, reddening quickly, and her body temperature rose. However, she remained headstrong. "I reject!"

Matthew didn't care about her rejections as he chuckled softly. After landing a kiss on her lips, he released her and took off his clothes before entering the bathroom.

Clarissa was angry, but it was different, as she felt aggrieved for the first time in her life.

Ever since she was young, her life had been a bed of roses. Even though she was abandoned by her mother, she was happy living with her grandmother, and there wasn't anything that made her suffer. At school, she was good at her studies and often passed her exams with flying colors. She was her teacher's favorite, and she received scholarships every year. After getting herself into a prestigious university, she hadn't even graduated yet but rose to fame due to the novel she wrote.

One can say that Clarissa had never felt so uncomfortable and discontented before meeting Matthew.

He suspected me of having other intentions of approaching him and caused me a lot of trouble. From introducing boyfriends to testing me, to dragging me into awkward situations. Afterward, he used various tricks to force me into agreeing to become his girlfriend.

I'm just like a monkey, being played around in his clutches, unable to resist, no matter how aggrieved I feel.

Clarissa regretted knowing Matthew and becoming his girlfriend.

However, she could only grumble in her mind as she didn't dare to say them out loud.

After bathing, Matthew came out of the bathroom. Clarissa was on her laptop, reading the novel named "Princess" which she wrote in the past.

Reading it now, there were a lot of areas that needed to be worked on and the chapters were quite short. However, she got some new inspiration after discussing it with Justin, and she wanted to write them down. If she was lucky, and her book did well, maybe Justin would agree to adapt it into a drama, fulfilling her wish of becoming a screenwriter for Justin's films.

Noticing Matthew walking out of the bathroom, Clarissa had completely forgotten about how aggrieved he made her feel, as she had some important matters to ask him. "Uncle Matthew, are you good friends with Director Yates?"

Matthew sat beside her and handed the towel to her.

Clarissa grumbled in her mind before taking the towel and dried his hair for him.

Actually, he didn't have long hair, and he could easily dry it himself. He obviously wants to make things difficult for me!

However, Matthew knew Clarissa was going to ask for a favor, so he was sure she would give in.

Clarissa dried his hair obediently and asked in a flattering tone, "Uncle Matthew, did Director Yates mention anything about filming a movie? Is it really martial arts themed? Did he choose a script? Is he coming back to film a new movie?"

Matthew said, "I knew Justin ever since we're young."

Clarissa's eyes flickered, and she asked, "Really? Then do you know him well?"

Matthew smirked. "Justin's movies were mostly sponsored by the entertainment companies under Tyson Corporation."

Clarissa froze for a while and returned to her usual self after a while. Tossing aside the towel, she felt excited as she laid on Matthew's back, placing her head on his shoulder. "Really? Then who's the one in charge of deciding what to film? Him or you guys?"

Matthew raised a brow at her actions. "He decides what he wants to film, but we have the final say."

"Oh..." Clarissa dragged the words in realization before letting go of Matthew and contemplated for a bit.

Raising his brow, Matthew turned around and placed her on his legs. "Clare, you want Justin to use your script?"

Clarissa looked at the towel on the floor. "I won't insist, but I'm quite tempted by what Director Yates told me just now. I know that my level of writing isn't that incredible, and even if Director Yates wasn't interested in the story I create, I won't have any regrets. After all, there are many screenwriters better than me."

Matthew caressed her silky smooth cheeks and couldn't help but fall in love with them.

He asked, "You have a good mindset. But what if I can make Justin use your script?"

Clarissa's eyes sparkled when she heard his words, but she shook her head. "No. Director Yates is my idol. I admire and like him..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Matthew pinched her cheeks, while the latter frowned and asked, "You like him?"

Clarissa furrowed her brows, as she was displeased at his assumption. "I like him as an idol... Can you be more serious? I admire him because of the story he portrays in his films. He has his own ideas and style in portraying the images and the characters. If you ask him to film and he agrees, this isn't his style, and I won't like the work he shows. So, it'll be best to go with the flow, following Director Yates' own ideas."

Matthew squinted his eyes and stared at Clarissa, while the woman added cheekily, "And most importantly, I refuse to involve myself in any shady business."

I know what he's trying to do, offering to help me like that.

He must want me to sleep with him.

Clarissa raised her chin delightfully. It was as if she was proud of her achievement of rejecting Matthew's help before he could state his condition.

Matthew raised his brow and asked, "Shady business?"

Clarissa's expression seemed like she was saying, "You must be thinking this way, and I guessed it correctly, so don't deny."

However, Matthew wasn't on the same page as her.

He caressed her back and smirked languidly. "Clare, you're my girlfriend. I can do anything I want, even when it comes to doing you." Clarissa suffered a huge blow.

Snorting in defiance, she pushed Matthew away and sat far from him.

"Don't interrupt me. I have work to do." Holding her laptop, she tried to immerse herself in the story she wrote.

But that's impossible.

Matthew snatched her laptop away before carrying her into the bedroom and pinned her down on the bed.

Clarissa struggled to escape from his clutches, but she was threatened, so she stopped.

Matthew leaned in and whispered, "If you don't want to sleep, then let's do something else."

This threat was so cliché, but effective.

Clarissa couldn't do anything but to stay between Matthew's arms, being pressed down by him. Feeling his body against hers, she closed her eyes timidly. However, a tinge of guilt started forming in Clarissa's heart.

She didn't fall asleep after closing her eyes for a while, and every breath she took was full of Matthew's scent.

"Don't you feel uncomfortable in this position?" Seeing how the man was lying on top of her, she reached out and poked at his chest.

Matthew gripped her finger and lowered his voice. "Are you going to make me feel good?"

Clarissa retorted, "Yeah. Don't sleep in the same bed as me."

What she meant was he brought it upon himself.

Matthew fell silent for a while, and Clarissa poked his chest again. Actually, it feels good to touch his muscles.

She was always shy to look at them, let alone feel him up like this.

However, now that the lights in the room were switched off, Clarissa got more daring in the dark.

She kept on poking at his muscles and said, "For real, don't blame me if anything bad happens there. I'm saying this for your good, so go back to Zen Highlands. It's more peaceful there. If you... Ah!" Matthew gripped her finger and bit on it while the woman gasped out in pain.

However, the pain wasn't the reason Clarissa let out shrieks. Her screams were muffled as the man kissed her lips while directing her hand downward. "Mmph..." Clarissa tried to resist and scream, but her mouth was covered by Matthew's, and he used her hand forcefully to bring pleasure to himself.

Standing in the bathroom with her eyes red, Clarissa lowered her head to wash her hands.

Matthew stood behind her and leaned over, but he was pushed away by the woman. "Go away..."

It didn't sound very intimidating but like she was whining.

Matthew chuckled at her adorable actions and hugged her tightly. Standing behind her, he bent down and took her hands in his to wash them together. "You asked if I'm uncomfortable. Clare, I thought you're trying to help."

She looked at Matthew in the mirror and retorted pitifully, "I didn't!"

Soon after, she lowered her gaze, as she didn't dare to look Matthew straight in his eyes.

She felt a weird sensation in her heart, and that feeling was pacing back and forth in her mind. She was so restless that she wanted to bang her head against the wall and die. The burning hot sensation was still lingering on her hand.

Clarissa couldn't describe how it felt like, and even though she had a lot of ideas for writing stories, she was at a loss for words.

In the end, she stayed silent, feeling restless, and no matter how hard Matthew tried to coax her, she was moody.

When they lay on the bed, she stayed away from Matthew and wrapped herself with the blankets like a burrito, forming a barrier between herself and the man.

Matthew smiled helplessly and hugged her together with the blankets. Right after the woman gave up struggling, he said, "Clare, don't be angry. If you're still angry, you'll have to help me with something else.

I..."

"Matthew, what do you know other than threatening me?" She got mad after listening to his words.

Turning around, she pinned Matthew under her and straddled him while poking at his chest furiously.