Meanwhile, Clarissa began shouting like crazy again as Matthew carried her out of the restaurant.
“Help! Somebody, help! This man is trying to rape me! Help! Hey, let me go! I’m not finished with that b*tch! Let me at her! Let me at her, I said!”
This went on throughout the entire trip back to her apartment. It wasn’t until Matthew tossed her onto her bed that she finally stopped.
Matthew tidied up his messy shirt as he stood by the side of the bed and admired the petite woman before him.
Her eyes were shut as she rubbed her rosy cheeks on the blanket. Her skirt rode up during the struggle earlier, revealing a pair of smooth and sexy thighs.
As Matthew turned around to leave the bedroom, Clarissa opened her eyes suddenly and began giggling at him.
He stopped in his tracks, turned around, only to see her flinging the rest of her clothes off and wrapping the blanket over her naked body. She then closed her eyes again and was fast asleep shortly after.
Matthew gritted his teeth. He took a deep breath as he took one last glance at her before quickly walking out of the room.
Instead of going back to his place, he spent the night on the sofa instead.
The next day, Clarissa woke up with a hangover. She struggled with all her might just to drag herself out of bed. She was rubbing her forehead and tried to recall what happened last night as she made her way out of the bedroom.
However, try as she might, she couldn’t seem to remember anything after she got drunk. All she could think of was what Matthew said before she started downing those drinks.
He said, “Break up with him, then.” Does that mean he wants to break up with me?
A sharp pain tore through her chest at the thought of that. It was so intense that it felt suffocating, and she found her reddened eyes tearing up as well.
So I was cold and rude to him this one time. Does he really have to go so far as to break up with me? Am I just overestimating my importance to him, or is he just that petty?
Ring! Ring! Ring!
The shrill noise of her phone’s ringtone snapped her out of it. While looking for her phone, she saw a man’s clothes on the sofa.
This belongs to Matthew! He probably left it behind after changing, which would mean… He stayed here with me last night?
Feeling a lot better, Clarissa reached for her phone and answered the call.
“Hey, Clary! It’s Mom. Are you free anytime soon? Zach is thinking of inviting you over for dinner.”
“No, I’m not going.” Clarissa turned her down cold.
“Come on, it’s just for dinner. What’s there to be afraid of? Besides, you got into a fight with Yvonne last night, didn’t you? She slapped me the moment she came home and said it was all because of you! Don’t you think you should at least come apologize to her?”
Clarissa frowned. “A fight?”
Now that Mom has mentioned it, I think I remember a tiny bit of what happened… Did I really get into a fight with Yvonne?
“Look, just come over for dinner, okay? I’m definitely on your side so you don’t have to be afraid. We can’t just pretend to be strangers forever if you’re going to settle down in D City, you know? By the way, Yvonne tells us you’ve been dumped. Who was that guy? Did he really dump you?”
“Do you seriously believe everything she says? I was just having dinner with my friends, okay? Geez, were you hoping for me to get dumped?”
“Just dinner with friends, huh?”
“That’s right.”
“Okay, then. Come by for dinner this Saturday evening.”
Hilary then hung up the phone before she could say anything. However, it wasn’t the family dinner that Clarissa was concerned about.
She picked up Matthew’s shirt from the sofa and clutched it tightly as she wondered what he was playing at.
Her eyes lit up with excitement when she got a call from Hector shortly after.
“Oh, no need to trouble yourself, Mr. Graham! I’ll meet you at Tyson Corporation instead! I’m really free right now, so I’ll be heading over right away!” she said before hanging up.
Hector burst out laughing in his office as he got off the phone. It’s clear as day what Ms. Quigley’s intentions are! Well, I guess it’s understandable, given how scary Mr. Tyson has been lately. Maybe I should give them a little push.
Clarissa arrived at Tyson Corporation shortly after, and Hector was in Matthew’s office at the time.
“Hector!” Matthew shouted at him angrily.
Hector, however, remained calm and formal in his reply. “Mr. Tyson, please keep in mind that my services don’t normally cover such trivial cases like that of Ms. Quigley’s. Since I’m doing this for your sake, I think you should also be kept up to date on its progress.”
“Get out!”
“The conference room outside is a little too big, Mr. Tyson. Your office will do just fine.”
Matthew frowned and was about to say something when they heard a knock on the door.
Hector smiled at Clarissa as she let herself in.
“Hello, Ms. Quigley.”
She flashed him a polite smile in return before shifting her gaze towards Matthew.
“Hi, Uncle Matthew!”
Her voice sounded both nervous and flirtatious at the same time.
Matthew simply cleared his throat awkwardly in response, much to Hector’s amusement, as he watched from the side.
“Have a seat, Ms. Quigley. This is the proposed compensation from Twilight Company. They’ve agreed to all the requests so far. Is there anything else you would like to add on?”
Clarissa wasn’t in the mood for that to begin with, so she simply skimmed through the proposal and nodded readily.
“No, that’ll be all. Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Graham.”
“You give me too much credit, Ms. Quigley. I’m simply following Mr. Tyson’s orders. You should thank him instead. Well then, I shall be on my way now.”
With that, Hector quickly left the office to give the two sometime alone.
Matthew had been keeping his head low the whole time while going through the files in his hand.
Although he paid no attention to Clarissa, she wasn’t complaining because he hadn’t kicked her out either.
After sitting there for about an hour in complete silence, she was feeling uncomfortable from the awkward tension.
It’s crazy how Matthew is usually as cold as ice, and yet unbelievably wild in bed.
As the awkwardness continued to rise, Clarissa started to fidget uncomfortably in her seat.
Matthew was actually observing her from the corner of his eye periodically. He frowned when he saw her squirming about like a worm.
“Why are you still here?” he asked.
Clarissa stood up immediately upon hearing that. However, instead of leaving, she walked right up to his desk and slammed her palms on it.
Wham!
She then leaned over slightly and stared down at him, only to shrink back nervously when he looked up at her.
“Ah… There goes my hand acting on its own again…”
Matthew raised an eyebrow at her. “When do they not?”
“Uh… Sometimes, I guess…”
Clarissa felt incredibly uncomfortable with his icy glare and decided to muster up her courage to break out of the deadlock.
“I’m sorry for being rude to you that day, Uncle Matthew. I know you were worried about me. I promise I won’t do it again! You can do whatever you want to me, just please don’t be mad at me.”
When she got no response from Matthew, Clarissa made her way around his desk and leaned in close as she stood directly in front of him.
They were so close that they could feel each other’s breaths on their faces. Matthew saw her eyelids fluttering nervously as she pouted her rosy lips which were just an inch away from his.
“Come on, Matthew… Don’t be mad, okay?”
She had never spoken in such a coquettish manner before, so her voice was quivering really hard.
“Well? Say something!”
Clarissa got incredibly anxious when she still received no response from Matthew. Why isn’t he responding? Is he doing this on purpose?
In a desperate attempt, she grabbed hold of his head and kissed him on the lips. However, that still wasn’t enough to get a reaction out of him.
Fine, I’ll crank things up, then! See if you can resist this!
She then took the kiss a step further by climbing onto his lap and hugging him tightly.
That seemed to do the trick. Matthew wasn’t one to refuse a woman throwing herself at him.
With a swift motion, he pulled her in tight and kissed her back aggressively, raising the temperature in the room instantly with his burning passion.
His kiss was so deep and forceful that Clarissa had to hammer on his shoulder to stop herself from suffocating.
She then rested her head on his chest as she panted heavily. While neither of them spoke, she had a faint but sly grin on her face.
Heh, I guess going on the offensive can be pretty effective sometimes.
That smile was soon wiped off her face when he pushed her off him and went back to his usual cold self again.
“Leave.”
“Huh?”
Seriously? He’s still going to kick me out after all that? Is he… still mad at me or not?
Clarissa frowned as she stared long and hard at his face, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
“What, you want to keep going?” Matthew asked.
Clarissa shook her head profusely in response and grabbed her handbag.
Still a little confused by his reaction, she took another glance at him as she stood by the door. Where’d all that burning passion of his go? What’s the meaning of this?
