HELENA'S POV
I left the hotel room feeling even worse than I did when I walked in. Everything Matteo told me brought my world to a shocking pause and I couldn't fathom me. Cars flew by, the city seemed quiet as I sat in the passenger seat of the car as Matteo drove me a home. Home? It seemed outrageous to call it that especially when I shared it with a selfish monster, willing to sell his wife for wealth.
Painful tears stung my eyes and threatened to fall, but what would that solve. It wouldn't fill the hole that was gaping at my heart already, it wouldn't solve the Dante's betrayal and it definitely wouldn't make me feel better.
"You okay?" Matteo's voice filled my head pulling me out from my toxic train of thoughts and I sighed.
"What do you care?" I was angry at him too. He didn't have to do all of that, he didn't have to prove it this way, and at the end of the day I was just the collateral damage between their fight.
"I'm not the enemy here Helena, your husband is" he said in a silent voice and when I turned to look at him, his eyes were already on me.
"Keep your eyes on the road" I muttered and he turned his eyes away, the road was empty so there wasn't much to look out for.
"I'm sorry okay" he said "I wish it didn't have to go this way and I was sick with Dante getting away with everything"
"So what the hell am I supposed to do now" I cried out.
"Honestly it's up to you but whatever decision you make just know that Dante would never change, he's never going to consider any other person except himself"
"Fuck!" I cried out when I felt the same familiar pain shoot out my thigh, hot and searing through my hip. It wasn't exactly the kind of pain I could hold out because it was unrelenting, seizing me suddenly and refusing to let go.
"Helena – " I heard Matteo call but I was too busy trying to hold out on the pain to answer him. He must have noticed the strain on my face.
"Hospital" I choked out "Take me to the hospital – the bullet wound – it hurts"
The next thing I heard was the metallic screeching of tires against the tarmac and before I knew it Matteo was speeding through the gates of the hospital and carrying me out of the car.
"I'm here with you okay" he said to me as he carried me into the hospital and handing me over to the nurse that came running to our help, but he didn't leave my side.
"Helena – I'm right here okay – stay with me – Helena – "
By the time I opened my eyes a few hours later, I was lying on the hospital bed with an IV strapped to my hands. My head throbbed mildly at the side and when I looked around the room Matteo was dozing at the corner and then everything came to me at once, the pain shot up through my leg again but only mildly because most of it had been numbed by the painkiller that was presently flowing into my veins.
I tried to sit up on the bed causing some ruffling in the sheets and Matteo woke up immediately, his eyes shot to me and he rushed to my side immediately.
"Are you okay?" he said "You fucking scared me"
I sighed "I didn't mean to – it's just – the pain" I touched my leg and Matteo's eyes followed my hands before looking back at face, a certain look on his face that closely resembled pity and I could almost feel what was going on in his mind that moment.
"Can we go home – no not home – somewhere else – anywhere but home. After all, we're supposed to be spending the night together – also I was sold to you" I joked, maybe it was the painkillers but my head was all floozy and I felt light headed.
"Helena – "
"Just take me away from here" I said and soon enough we were back into the car, the pain in my hip slowly subsiding and Matteo driving into the cool of the night and back to the hotel we had just left.
"Where else do you want to go?" he asked when I shot him a look, and I shrugged in response. Honestly I didn't even mind, anywhere was better than the house I shared with Dante.
Going back into the hotel room, and the first thing I did was to snatch the bottle of liquor that sat on the table and poured myself a glass, I was barely able to take a sip before Matteo pulled it out of my hands.
"What the hell are you doing? You're on medication"
I snatched it back from him "Good then, maybe it'll kill me" I took a large gulp and grimaced at the burn down my throat. I needed to feel something else, I needed to float in oblivion and just forget what it felt like to be in love with a selfish man. I wanted to feel different or no – I wanted to self destruct.
"You're being dramatic" Matteo said now pouring himself a glass too and drinking it.
The booze began to hit me a few minutes later and I leaned by the window watching Matteo take out the first two buttons of his shirt exposing the smooth skin that lay beneath. My lips parted slightly, waiting for him to finish the rest but he didn't instead he caught me staring at me and I pulled my eyes away and focused on the window but I could smell his smirk from where I stood.
"Were you – were you just fucking me with your eyes?" I heard his voice and I shot my eyes back to him.
"You wish"
"You were definitely fucking me with your eyes just now"
"Was not"
This time he was standing before me, with the upper part of his chest exposed and my eyes flickered to it for a brief second and he smirked. He didn't say anything, instead he began to undo the other buttons while I watched him silently, and his eyes remained fixed on me till every button on that shirt had come undone and I was left staring at his rock hard abs.
I wondered if it was the liquor, but I raised my hands to feel his skin and Matteo flinched at my touch but I didn't pull back. I let my hands wander, feeling every muscle that stretched out his stomach, a warm feeling spreading in my lower stomach and the heat of Matteo's stare burning at my chest.
I didn't want to look at him because I knew if I did, I wouldn't be able to hold myself back but I did anyways and there was something immensely fuckable about him in that moment. I wanted him to grab me by my waist, hold me against his chest till I melted in his hands. I wanted him to kiss me like I was the last woman he was ever going to kiss. I wanted him to ravage me like a beast – I wanted so many things and fucking Matteo was at the top of the list in that very moment.
"What if I was eye fucking you, what are you going to do about it?" I managed and another smirk stretched on his lips.
"You Helena – I just – " I didn't let him finish when I pulled him by his chest and crashed my lips into his – rough – fierce and ferocious.
"Helena – " Matteo pulled back breathless, his eyes searching mine.
"Matteo – I want you to fuck me"