Adeline Santiago's POV

I wake up feeling slightly sore from last night.

I groan a little and get up, with a stretch, Matéo's shirt hitching up my back a little.

Matéo wraps his arms around my waist and drags me back down to lay with him.

"Noo, stay!" He groans sluggishly.

"Matéo we have college today!" I giggle, trying to push his hands away.

"No, you gotta stay with me" he grumbles like a little kid.

"And what about school?" I ask him.

"Babe, it's the last week of school and then we are are off for like a couple months" he reminds me.

"But if we don't go to school then..." I start, but he cuts me off.

"Then what? They'll tell?" He asks, rhetorically.

"Look, amoré, our fathers are some of the most powerful men in the country and I don't think that anyone will mind if we take one day off of school, sí?" He asks.

I sigh and snuggle into his chest.

"You're such a bad influence on me" I tell him and he chuckles, making his body shake from underneath me.

"I know, baby" He says, kissing my forehead.

He wraps his arms around my waist tighter and buries his face in my neck, kissing it a couple of times making me giggle.

His phone suddenly rings and he sits up, letting me get off of him and he answers it.

"Sí?..."

"Cancel it!" he snaps.

"Perché, sto portando fuori mia moglie!... (Why, because I have plans with my wife!)" he says, eyes flicking to me and then back to the floor.

"Qualunque cosa, ciao (Whatever, bye)" he finished and hangs up the call.

I can't help but find it incredibly hot when he speaks in Italian.

I decide that he has no choice but to learn a Ghanaian language too.

I'll teach him myself.

"What was that about?" I ask and Matéo sighs.

"Riccardo and I were going to a meeting but I cancelled it.

"Matéo, no! You can't just go cancelling meetings like that!" I chastised.

"Says, who?" He snorts.

"Who is gonna beat my ass" he asks, yawning dismissively.

I sigh and shake my head, trying to get up.

He pulls me back down, quickly wrapping his arms around my waist again.

"Where do you think, you're going?" He asks and he starts to tickle me.

I shriek with laughter.

"Noo! Matéo don't!" I yell, wriggling about from underneath him.

"Say, please" he orders.

"Please! Eeakk! Please!" I scream conceding easily.

He stops and lays next to me grinning like a little kid.

"I'm taking you out tonight" he says.

I face him.

"Where, to?" I ask and he chuckles lightly.

"Would it be a surprise if I told you?" He asks.

I roll my eyes.

"Do you always have to be so extra?" I ask.

"Roll your eyes at me one more time, and I'll..." He starts, but my phone rings cutting him off.

Everyone wants to call at completely inappropriate times!

I look at the contact and see that it's an unknown number.

I frown and pick up the call.

"Hello?" I ask.

Matéo decides that this is the right time to start harassing me.

He starts to kiss my neck. I ignore him.

"Hey! What's up?" A masculine voice replies.

"Um, who is this?" I ask.

Matéo kisses my bare shoulder making me shiver.

"It's Aron, from school, how you doing?" He asks.

Matéo bites me and I bite my lip to stop myself from groaning.

He is doing this on purpose!

"I'm... Ok, what's up and how did you even get my number?" I ask cautiously.

"I asked James for it like 6 months ago and I now have the guts to call" he chuckles.

"I see" I say, dazed.

This was before I met Matéo, so James was probably trying one of his schemes to get me a boyfriend.

I'm gonna kill that alabaster animal in his sleep.

"I'm having a party at the end of the week and I was wondering if you would like to come along?" He asks.

Matéo scowls at my phone.

"I'll see how it goes..." I say to Aron, ignoring Matéo again.

"It would be great if I saw you there..." He says with a chuckle.

"We could get to know each other better?" He asks.

I laugh.

"Sure, why not" I say, earning a low grunt from Matéo.

He looks like he wants to break my phone in half.

"Ok, talk later" I say.

"Bye, gorgeous" he says and before I can reply, he hangs up.

I remove my phone from my ear and Matéo immediately takes it from me.

"I'm gonna snap this bitch in half if you even think about going to that party" he says, holding my phone behind his back.

See?

I sigh.

"Matéo, I'm not going to the party...." I say and he relaxes, handing me back my phone.

I take it and put it on the nightstand next to me and out of his reach.

"Good because I-" He starts but I cut him off.

"We are going" I finish, and he groans flopping back onto the bed.

"No" he responds.

I lay next to him.

"Aw, baby pleaseee?" I ask.

He grunts stubbornly.

"Amore, it will be our first party together! And I haven't been to a single party since I got to college" I try.

That's a lie. James had one for me, him and Belle's 18th birthday, but I pregamed too early and ended up sleeping in James' room, which he then locked for safety while I slept.

I ended up waking up mid party, going back to sleep and only waking up again to eat all of his snacks and mess around with the games on his PC.

He snorts at me.

"And! I know what we could do after the party...." I say quietly kissing the weak spot behind his ear a couple of times.

"I'll need convincing..." He states.

I put my hand under the quilt and run my nails along his abdomen.

"Please, Matéo" I say with a pout, digging my nails into his back almost innocently.

He groans lowly and I already know that I have won.

"Fine..." He says.

"But only because I want to socialise" he says and I chuckle at his little lie.

He hates socialising with anyone...

"Hm, ok" I tease, getting up.

"I'm going to take a shower " I say.

He nods ok, and I walk into the bathroom.

I brush my teeth and strip down and step into the shower and scrub down quickly.

I step out a few minutes later, dry off and then get dressed casually.

I look in the mirror and shrug.

I look ok.

I walk into our room and Matéo is not there.

He must have used the other shower.

I go down the stairs in search of something to make breakfast with.

I search though the fridge and find a bunch of stuff I can use and get to work.

I am halfway through making the food, when I hear Matéo walk into the kitchen.

He walks past me and slaps my ass lightly.

"You look good" he tells me.

"Thank you baby" mumble, my face heating up.

He grabs some orange juice as well as a couple of glasses and sets them on the table.

He opens a draw and takes out knives and forks, setting them on the table also. I dish the food onto two plates and set them on the table.

I sit at my place and Matéo sits at his place.

He picks up his fork and is about to start eating, when I stop him by kicking him under the table.

He glares at me.

"Ouch, Ade what was that for?" He asks with a scowl.

I clasp my hands together.

"We gotta say grace" I remind him.

He sighs.

"Go on then..." He mutters.

I close my eyes and say grace.

"Father God, I thank you for the food that we about to eat and I pray that you bless it for us, amen" I say.

"Amen" he responds.

I open my eyes to see him start eating quickly.

I chuckle and start on my own food.

A few minutes later, we are finished and Matéo helps me clean up.

We listen to Runtown- mad over you.

The intro blasts through the kitchen and we start to wash and dry the dishes together.

He uses a few opportunities to grab my ass and tease the hell out of me.

We have just finished, when we hear a knock at the door.

I am about to go and answer it, but Matéo beats me to it.

He comes back into the kitchen, a few minutes later, his face slightly red.

Grace, Belle and James walk in behind him, each with a grin or smirk plastered across their faces.

Shouldn't they be in college?!

Hell, shouldn't I be in college?...

"Hey guys, what's with the faces?" I ask them, confused.

"Nothing!" Matéo protests, before they can answer and they giggle at him.

He sighs and walks up to me, giving me a quick kiss.

"I need her back in here by 7, we're going out" he tells them.

"Where are we going?" I ask them.

"You'll see..." James sings.

I sigh as they walk out of the kitchen, giggling like little kids, leaving Matéo and I alone.

He stands directly in front of me again.

He is so close that I can smell the soap he uses to shower with.

He grabs a handful of my ass and pulls me closer to him, making me squeak.

"Get changed, before you leave, I don't want no boys staring at your ass" he says, lowly in my ear.

I roll my eyes.

"Matéo, my ass happens to be fat. People are gonna stare regardless-" I start, but he cuts in.

"Exactly! Go change" He demands.

"I can fight, but I'm better at killing. You want me to go to jail?" he asks me.

I giggle.

"Must you always be so dramatic baby?" I ask softly, knowing the effect and I pull away from him before he can react, bounding up the stairs to get dressed.

I wonder what this is all about?

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