A Lifetime With You by Athrhteera

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Alena

"What the hell are you doing?" Alexei asked, trying to hold back his anger. It was obvious he couldn't hold back his anger any longer. He wasn't playing games or joking around as he kept staring at me. Alexei hasn't been known to be good at keeping his anger on hold whenever he was mad, but I guess he needed to control it unless he wanted to make a scene.

The high was starting to wear off as I fix my hair, trying to think straight.

Matteo was seconds away from inserting his finger inside me and suddenly, my dear brother was being mad at me. quite a turn of events

"That's it. You're leaving." he said as he grabbed my wrist, pulling me up.

Matteo stood up, pushing Alexei's hand from mine. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Look, this has nothing to do with you, Matteo. I'm taking my sister home,"

"She came here with me. So, she'll be leaving with me

Alexei's eyes widened as he frowned, "She is my sister."

It was

Own

I shook my head, letting Matteo hold my hand and pull me behind him. It was as if he was shielding me from my brother he wasn't going to harm me, but he was determined on taking me home. Apparently, he didn't expect to find me anywhere close to the Matteo. He did warn me about him.

"I'm not going anywhere with you, Alexei. I'm not a kid," my hand grabbed onto Matteo's arm, as they both stared at each

other.

Both stood tall, almost the same height but Matteo was slightly taller by a few inches. They couldn't be less than six foot tall, so they were like giants, Matteo didn't look bothered by Alexei's presence. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it. He was -gaining his own pleasure from this; he knew this was going to bother Papa.

"You're getting yourself into a lot of trouble, Alena." Alexei added, clenching his jaw.

"Go report to daddy, then. That's what you always do."

Matteo smirked, and I swore he was trying to hold back his laughter. Alexei and I were bantering like children-we weren't acting any different than when we were kids. We used to argue all the time but as we grew older, the arguments stopped.

Now, he was trying to protect his sister, but he didn't have to. I willingly came to Matteo.

"I'm not leaving until you come with me."

"I think that's enough. I don't think you understand just how much trouble you're causing to our peace treaty. It was a big mistake for you to walk here and try to drag Alena out. My fiancee clearly said she didn't want to go anywhere with you" Matteo interrupted, sounding serious.

Wait did he just say fiancée?

"Fiancée?" Alexei's eyes widened, "What is the meaning of this, Alena?"

"Right. Alena is my fiancée and I want you to respect her as she'll soon be my wife. If you ever try to bother her again, I won't tolerate it." Matteo replied as he pulled my hand, showing the perfect engagement ring on my finger-when did he slide that ont

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Probably when I was too busy getting lost with his fingers.

"Papa's going to kill you." Alexei groaned, feeling frustrated.

"He'd have to go through me first."

Then, Alexei immediately walked out of the restaurant, leaving us.

I looked down at my hand, especially at the engagement ring. The oval diamond was shining brightly underneath the hanging lights. The ring looked as if it was made for me-I didn't expect Matteo to put it on when I wasn't aware, I had thought he was going to go down on one knee and propose.

"It fits."

"Did you expect it not to?"

"I didn't expect it to fit. You don't know my size."

"Never expect anything less from me, Alena. You'll just be disappointed," he replied as he took a seat, completely returning to his old self.

I tried to ignore the awkwardness between us, especially after the fingering incident. Well, he didn't exactly finger me he was going to, but he didn't because my dear brother, Alexei had decided it was a great moment to ruin. He didn't see what we were doing, he just saw red when Matteo and I were close to each other. "He'll spread the news. And so will the rest of the people who were eavesdropping," he added.

"I thought you were going to go down on one knee.

"Let the proposal be a mystery. Besides, you weren't complaining when I slid the ring on." A sly smirk appeared on his face as he took a sip of his wine, and I felt my cheeks beating Long gune was the sexual tension between us. I didn't have the courage to ask him either, so I kept quiet, letting it pass

"How could I? I wasn't focusing

"Mm, so I saw,"

"You you didn't have to do that."

"Do what, exactly?" He raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue.

I hit a dead end. He wanted me to say the words, he wanted me to tell him what he did. He was waiting for me, but he knew 1 didn't have the courage to do so. It was sudden and it was a surprise to me-nobody has ever touched me like that in public. The rush I was feeling was bizarre, but it felt good.

"Say it. Alena."

"I don't want to."

""Why not?"

"You didn't do anything.

"So, it wasn't me who felt your wet pussy?" He asked, his face neutral.

Ola, this man was good at this game. He was putting me on the edge of my seat and now he was making me admit of the things he did. He wanted me to say them out loud.

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Wed, Uc

The leaned back on his seat. "Don't worry. It won't happen again

Then, I felt it. Was it disappointment or was it something else? Did I expect him to touch me again? We were nowhere near that relationship-our marriage was going to be fake, too. I needed to clear my head. I wasn't supposed to let him touch me there in the first place. The rest of the dinner was quiet while I enjoyed the food.

Well, I couldn't forget what he did to me earlier. The way his fingers knew exactly where to touch. The way his breath was hot against my neck. The way he held my legs to spread them apart. He knew his way with women.

He must've had his fair with women, too.

Why did I expect more from Matteo? I wanted him to finish what he started because I was wet. I didn't want to admit it because I was being prideful, but I wanted him to. If he had inserted his fingers, I was going to completely lose it. Somehow, I was thankful that Alexei came.

I was also thankful we were in public. I couldn't imagine how things were going to go if we were at his estate or somewhere private-we might've even gone all the way. I was going to wake up with regret, but I couldn't avoid him forever we were going to live under the same roof for a very long time.

The drive home was even more quiet.

I couldn't bother anymore so when we reached his estate, I immediately walked up the stairs and into my bedroom. I didn't spend a second to say a word to him or waited for him because I knew I needed to get out of this dress and blame myself for reacting the way I did. So, the night of the proposal didn't exactly go as I had in mind.

Slipping the ring on while he was trying to pleasure me. That was never the story anyone would want to tell their family and friends.

I ran myself a warm bath, letting it feel as I took my time to undress. I left the dress on the bed with my earrings and engagement ring. The ring was an expensive piece. It was a statement to the public.

I had expected it to be an expensive one because knowing Matteo, he wanted to show he could afford it, However, I appreciated it that it wasn't too big or too heavy.

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The warm bath was pleasingly relaxing. As I closed my eyes, I tried to relax my mind but the scene from earlier came into my mind. I kept remembering the way he touched me and how he was focusing on my pleasure, it was starting to make me Jose my mind. It had been a while since I've touched myself, too,

So, it felt a bit odd to run my fingers across my clit. But within seconds, I was enjoying myself. My heartbeat was raising as t leaned back on the bathtub, letting my fingers work its magic. I imagined my fingers to be his, trying to make me come. I moaned his name as I inserted a finger inside me.

It wasn't long until I felt my insides clench and the pleasure ended. The pleasure wasn't as satisfying as when Matteo was doing earlier but it was enough for a quick release.

Thinking about ne while you were touching yourself?"

The sound of his voice startled me as I sit up straight, turning to find him leaning against the door. I didn't realize my breasts were full for display until a few seconds later and I immediately try to cover my body with my hands, even though it was useles

He was already staring at me. Even his pants showed a bulge, but I pretended not to notice.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked, trying to hide my embarrassment.

"I thought I heard my name

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He made his way towards me before sitting beside the bathtub, touching my chin. "Were you imagining my fingers pleasuring you? Were you wishing I had finished what I started?"

"Leave me alone. Matteo. You were supposed to knock,"

He handed me my towel, "Lock the door next time."

Then, he left, leaving me confused.

I had fallen asleep as soon as I went to bed. Maybe, the whole adrenaline was finally wearing off and my body was actually exhausted. I didn't toss and turn. I didn't even have to force myself to fall asleep this time.

However, my sleep was disturbed as the sunlight shined through the tall windows. I swore I had closed the curtains last night. What surprised me most was not the sunlight but a familiar figure sitting on the edge of the bed.

It was Matteo.

Sitting there perfectly still in his office wear. Today he was wearing a light blue button-down shirt with a black tie, the sleeves. were rolled up to his elbows as usual. He didn't bother to hide the fact that he was staring at me as I slept. He didn't bother to close the curtains, either.

"Matteo how long have you been sitting there?" I asked, feeling groggy

"A while. I didn't mean to wake y

te you

I took my phone on the nightstand, seeing I still had a few minutes left before my alarm went off. I would usually get grumpy whenever I woke up earlier than intended especially on a workday, but this morning was different. I never had a visitor this early. "Do you need anything? Is there something wrong?"

I pulled the covers closer to my body, feeling exposed even though after what happened last night, it felt irrelevant. My naked body was full on display for him. I wasn't even naked at the moment. I had my silk nightgown on, even if it revealed a bit too much of cleavage. "You should wait a few days before coming to Sicily. I have to settle a few things first," he said in a serious tone. "Besides, you wouldn't need to take too many day offs."

"What do you mean? I won't come with you to Sicily today?"

"Yes, you'll come with Angelo in a few days. I'll inform him when and he'll let you know

"Why couldn't you tell me on your own?"

"It's easier to contact him." He cleared his throat, looking away. You can pack your bags for a two-day trip. You'll fly to Sicily when I've settled with my work."

First of all, he was being considerate about my career. He knew that my work came first before anything else, and he didn't want me to take too many days offs just for us to elope in Sicily-even though it was my idea in the first place. It was less trouble. I didn't have to think about the reception or on how to please the guests.

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We just needed to be there and get married.

It was perfect, especially for something fake.

"You're still leaving for Sicily today, aren't you?" I asked, leaning back on the headboard.

"Mm. I'll see you there when you land. Don't worry about the rest. Angelo will take care of everything" He replied.

That was it

A few days left to myself and my work until I was heading to Sicily to tie the knot with Matteo. We signed the contract after agreeing to the terms. We didn't want to wait any longer because apparently, after last night... it was clear Alexei was telling Papa about everything. About Matteo and I being engaged. He saw the ring. He heard what he called me.

Was I ready to put on an act of a lifetime?

I was going to defend my husband instead of my family-I was going to put him first in things. Well, that was what the public needed to know.

"And Alena?"

I looked up, meeting his eyes as he stood up to leave.

Whenever I glanced down at his hands, I couldn't help but remember the way his fingers touched me-it was never going to leave my mind soon, so I was taking my sweet time with the memory.

Even if we were going nowhere with what happened, at least I got a bit of a taste.

"What happened last night can never happen again."

This time, he showed determination. Nothing was clouding his judgement-he was clear on what he said. He looked as if he had thought all of this through before confirming it. He wasn't going to back away now,

*1 agree.

He nodded, "It's best if we set boundaries. So, we can avoid it from ever happening again. I don't want either of us to get attached and end up getting distracted."

"Okay. We should set boundaries,"

"As usual, my bedroom and office are off-limits. You can use the library whenever you want. The locked rooms are better left unexplored and well, your personal life is yours and my personal life is mine. We don't have to pretend to care about each other. We don't even have to pretend to ask about what happens in our daily lives."

"I understand. You've made it very clear."

"Great...

ΠΟΝ,

that's

's over with."

I felt my cheeks heat up at the memories of last night. This was good. Detachment was good because this was all we needed -to remember the main purpose of this marriage. We weren't doing this out of love qr interest. We were getting married for the sake of our own benefits. We couldn't let distraction bother us.

"Have a safe flight to Sicily, I said, out of the blue

He nodded, leaving the room.

It felt weird but at the same time, I was feeling relieved. I didn't have to think about how he was feeling because I knew what

happened meant nothing. This was a good start to our relationship, at least we could ignore any unnecessary feelings.

Keep it together, Alena. This was all about showing Papa I could control my own life.

Not even Matteo could distract me.