Chapter 230 Something Is Blooming

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The next morning, the sun climbed into the sky, brightening the world below. Its sharp rays broke through, disturbing the peaceful slumber Emily had been enjoying in Matteo's embrace. Their bodies were so closely entwined, it was as though they weren't two people, but one. Emily stirred, her eyelids fluttering as she squinted against the harsh light. The brightness made it difficult to open her eyes fully, but she soon became aware of something else: her arms were wrapped tightly around something warm and solid, and she was snuggling comfortably against a surface that thumped steadily beneath her cheek. Her sleepy haze vanished in an instant as realization hit her—she was clinging to someone. Her eyes opened, and she found herself lying on the chest of the infamous attorney. His shirt, to her horror, was damp with her drool. Shit! Embarrassment flooded her as she wished she could dig a hole and bury herself in it, desperate to escape the humiliation of the moment. As Emily gently tried to slip out of Matteo's arms, his eyes fluttered open. He furrowed his brow for a moment, still caught between sleep and wakefulness, before realizing that the beautiful face shyly looking up at him was no dream. For a brief second, he wondered if he was still dreaming and almost wanted to fall back asleep to hold on to the moment. But then, the events of the previous night came rushing back. "Good morning, baby," he whispered in a deep, sleepy voice. Emily bit her lip, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Morning, Mr. Vinci. I wondered why you missed your best chance last night and didn't take advantage of me while I was drunk," she teased with a mischievous smile lighting up her face. Matteo chuckled, surprised at himself. He had come with only one motive in mind-—to fuck her and get her out of his system. Yet having her sleeping in his arms made him feel like that was everything he truly needed - her. "Ah, it seems you're the one who took advantage of me, Miss Yang, while I was drunk," he quipped with amusement, raising his eyebrows as he pulled her even closer, mischievously tightening his protective embrace around her. Emily tilted her head, batting her eyelashes at him with innocent charm. "Oh no! Did I get myself into trouble? Should I be afraid of you, Mr. Vinci?" Matteo chuckled softly, his voice a low rumble. "Hmm! Hmm! Offending Matteo Vinci comes with serious consequences, Miss Yang," he warned in a dangerously smooth tone, running his knuckles along her soft, blushed cheek as his eyes roamed over her delicate features. "Oh, are you going to punish me, sir?" Emily whispered, her voice breathless and sultry, sending Matteo's heartbeat racing even faster. He inhaled sharply at the thought of Emily Yang completely at his mercy. With a firm grip, he grabbed her chin and pulled her face closer. "You don't seem afraid of punishment, Miss Yang. Should I take that to mean you'd enjoy it?" he asked, his voice dropping into a deep, teasing growl. "Do you want me to punish you, mon amour?" "Yes, please," Emily breathed, overwhelmed by the intoxicating proximity of the dangerously attractive attorney. She didn't even think before agreeing, her senses already clouded by his magnetic presence. Matten's breath hitched, and for a moment, he thought Emily was kidding. "You will be the death of me. You know that?" he panted, feeling breathless and overwhelmed with the need to claim her as his. He waited for her to laugh and push him away. But as the seconds passed, he felt as if he would die if he didn't kiss her right then. "Fuck it!" Matteo cursed, closing the distance between them, ready to slam his lips against hers. But just as he leaned in, his phone rang loudly, jolting both of them back to reality. Emily released the breath she had been holding for what felt like an eternity while Matteo licked his lips, reluctantly letting her move away. He reached for his phone, cursing the caller who had disrupted their beautiful morning. He saw his secretary's name flashing on the screen, and realizing it might be urgent, he sighed. "Baby, I'm sorry, but I have to take this," he said, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice. Emily smiled, biting her lip slightly as she nodded shyly. Matteo got up and walked to a corner to talk to his secretary. Emily couldn't help but admire his handsome features, wondering how someone could look so sexy in every mood. As he spoke, his expression turned cold, conveying a sense of professionalism that contrasted sharply with their earlier intimacy. Then his expression shifted to anger, but she found him even sexier with every shift in his mood. Despite the tension in his demeanor, Emily thought he was the most insanely hot and sexy man on earth. She was shocked by her response to him; never in her life had she thought she could trust a man again, let alone a notorious playboy attorney. Trusting Matteo was the last thing she thought would happen. But Matteo had proven her wrong so many times. Just like last night, when he had every opportunity to take advantage of her while she was drunk, he chose instead to take care of her in the most gentlemanly way. That act had swayed her heart, and now she wanted whatever was blooming between them. She wanted Matteo Vinci, and this time, she wasn't going to deny her feelings. The way he looked at her, the way he held her in his embrace so possessively—there was no doubt in her mind that he wanted her too. She smiled shyly, reaching for her phone to check messages or any calls she missed while Matteo was still deep in conversation. As she glanced at her phone's screen, her heart sank at the notification that flashed before her eyes. The headline read, "The Playboy Most Sought-After Bachelor Attorney is Set to Marry Lia Vassallo Next Month in Italy." Her phone slipped from her hand, hitting the floor with a soft thud, as the harsh reality of life hit her.

Chapter 230 Something Is Blooming

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