UNHOLY DESIRE

DEIRDRE POV

Matteo left again. This time, I wasn’t disturbed knowing he was with Vottorio, a few distance from me. Also, I was glad that I could have free time to myself.

I sensed Matteo’s eyes on me. He had been staring at me ever since he had left to speak with Vittorio.

It felt as though he was trying to overlook all that I was doing, or he was trying to monitor the movement I made.

Not only that. I felt the heat of his intense gaze, the way they stripped me naked slowly, and my pussy reacted to him.

My pussy was moist, and my juice was almost dripping down my pant; if anyone was ever staring at my thigh, they could see that I was clearly aroused.

I didn’t understand the reason Matteo was doing it, but then he was Matteo. Even if I did approach him, he would let me know there wasn’t anything wrong with him staring at his wife.

He was being territorial. That could be hot and sexy, but with Matteo, it came with him being jealous, possessive, and obsessive.

I knew he was jealous of Vittorio even if he wouldn’t say it out loud, but he was the one to be blamed for Vittorio’s closeness towards me.

He had been the one who told Vittorio to look after me in the first place.

“Hi, best friend,” Leslie said, falling into step beside me. “Never thought you enjoyed the sunset.”

“I do,” I smiled at her before glancing at the sky again. “It is one of the things I do in my time.”

Staring dreamily at the sky, waiting for Prince Charming to sweep me off my feet. But I knew it was far from reality. I had been pregnant, ran away from my baby’s father, and now I was back with him, fucking and sharing his bed.

It was no fairy tail, and definitely Matteo was no prince charming.

“Thank God I am not the only crazy person who does that,” Leslie giggled, then sighed. “You look beautiful.”

“I do?” I raised a brow at her.

I was wearing a spaghetti thin strap flora dress. It was knee-length and didn’t exactly reveal my shape.

Also, my face was void of makeup, and my hair was currently all over my face, and some had been in my mouth earlier. If that was the definition of being pretty, according to Leslie, then maybe I would gladly take the crown.

“You are fucking gorgeous, Deirdre. Now I see why he’s all over you,” She said.

“Matteo?” I asked.

Matteo wasn’t all over me. He was only after what he could get from me. He was after Kendall and my body.

“No, I am not talking about your husband. I am talking about Vittorio,” Leslie whispered.

“Vittorio?” I snorted. Why did everyone assume we had something?

First, Leslie had confused us being together, Matteo had accused me of tolerating him more than I should, and now Leslie was talking about him being all over me.

It was strange. I wondered how both Matteo and Leslie think.

“You should see how he looks at you, Deirdre. He’s so fucking into you, but then, your husband has to be in the picture. Right now, I feel sorry for Vittorio because one look from Matteo could scorch down a man.” Leslie sighed.

“Vittorio is my friend. He knows I am married, and I don’t think he’s into me as you are making it.” I said.

Leslie shook her head, “I am very much observant than you are. Also, why do you think your husband keeps trying to disrupt both of you when you are together? He definitely knows he has a thing for you.”

“No,” I said. Matteo was only jealous. Even if a fly looked my way, he would still be jealous. I was certain it had nothing to do with Vittorio.

“Whatever, but be careful. I don’t think your husband enjoys seeing both of you together,” She said, then stood to feet.

“What would you like to drink? Luckily for you, we have a variety of liquor you can see in the outside world. Please don’t tell me water; you need to loosen up yourself a little,” Leslie said.

“I think water is reasonable,” I said.

“Sex on the beach it is then. I bet on you getting laid after it,” Leslie said, then sped away before I could ask her to bring just water.

I sighed, watching her speaking to a burly blond that was two inches taller than she was. She reminded me of Kelsey. Her craziness, optimism, and ability to uplift my spirit even when she was saying the craziest thing.

I missed my best friend. I missed Kelsey so much, and I wondered if she was trying to reach me at this moment. She must be worried sick.

“Deirdre,”

I turned my head so fast that I almost got a whiplash to gaze at Vittorio. He grinned, stepping towards me with a large tray in his hands.

“What’s that?” I asked, searching around for Matteo.

He was just with Vittorio; I wonder where he had gone. Also, I wondered if it would be awkward to ask Vittorio if he knew where Matteo went.

“Who gave you these?” I asked him.

“Oh, I took them from Leslie.” He said, then added me one.

“That’s sex on the beach for you. But really?” He asked. “I thought you were a grape juice kind of girl?”

Vittorio’s eyes appraised me, and a smirk formed on his face as he stared back at me.

I flushed, shaking my head. He remembered what I told him the first night we met.

“Leslie chose it for me. I wanted water,” I pointed out.

“Ah, I thought as much. I presumed you were about to bring out the unseen part of you.” He chuckled.

“Unseen part of me?” I asked him as I sipped on my drink.

“Carefree, not thinking about consequences and…” His voice trailed off, and a smile formed on his face.

“And what?” I asked him.

“And that’s my cue to leave,” Vittorio said, standing.

“Wait, why?” I asked.

Vittorio didn’t reply, but I got the answer to my question as I saw Matteo-an angry-looking Matteo striding towards us.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.