WIDOW IN MY BED

A reserved restaurant awaits and continues to watch salsa shows as Matthew Wallace promised.

Matt held Amanda’s hand without making a sound and came out of the toilet. Matt doesn’t know why when he unknowingly acts protectively against Amanda, looking after women who have been panicking for years that their actions will be discovered.

Matt does not say anything but secretly orders his men to vacate the premises and keep a close watch while their boss plays.

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Standing in front of a large glass sink, tidying up hair, and applying faded ruby red lipstick-disappeared utterly, as a lousy wolf made it a mess.

Amanda reassured that she was only in the restaurant’s toilet.”

You crazy bitch, Amanda La Howard! You’ve become a cheap woman by giving up your body for a strange man of obscure origin!”

Amanda took a slow breath before continuing to nag again. “You begged for sex from that man. Sigh. Even do it in a public toilet! It’s so stupid that you enjoy it so much!”

Fuck it.

It’s too late for Amanda to regret her decision. It’s risky to cancel now.

“Whatever!” Amanda took another breath, temporarily closing her eyes to calm herself down.

“Okay. I’m going to enjoy these two weeks with no regrets, being a great bitch. Then we’ll never see each other again. Ever.” Amanda thought.

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Amanda’s sitting at a reserved table. Matt’s in front of her, but the guy’s busy with his phone, probably a work thing.

The guy looks pretty standard after having sex with him in a public restroom. Just a small talk to say goodbye, then devour the dish after the steak has landed on the table. Awesome.

Matt asked. “What’s wrong? Still mad because I tore your underwear? Come on… I told you it wasn’t intentional. And it’s faster to rip. Anyway, the important thing is now that you’re wearing changeable underwear, right?”

Matt doesn’t apologize, and he thinks it’s only natural to rip your panties off before sex.

Amanda spread her eyes. “What the–” Amanda wanted to curse. “Disposable underwear is not worth mentioning as underwear.” Amanda’s words made Matt laugh aloud and filled his mouth with meat.

“I don’t like poor men.” Matt didn’t expect that he would be told that, even in a joking tone. Shit.

Matt’s not mad, just a little upset. “We’ll go to the underwear store after this. I’ll buy the shop for you.” He hates being underestimated.

Amanda doesn’t need a store in a foreign country. What lies before him is now a much more attractive, handsome man with his face bent over with ridicule.

“For what? I don’t want to add baggage because my clothes are growing.” Amanda turned her eyeball around, upset.

“I’d be grateful if I bought Hermes from a convenience store.” The woman just said it while enjoying the wine on her tongue.

Amanda does not feel that gold digger is a woman’s human nature if branded goods are excessive. Amanda was not a collector of expensive bags. She just liked them as a form of self-appreciation or a gift. And the man before her seems okay with the female gold digger.

“All right. You’ll get it tomorrow.” Matt took Amanda’s words seriously. That arrogant man is always confident in his money.

Even if Amanda asks to buy him a Hermes shop, Matthew Wallace will be good.

Matt treats all his girlfriends very well, as long as they don’t make him sick. A limited edition watch or a multi-million dollar bag, for example. But Matt wasn’t a sensitive person. He preferred the women to ask and then to be granted. He hates women who always use codes to ask for gifts from him because, to Matt, such a woman is troublesome.

Amanda rises from her chair to give a small kiss on the cheek and the corner of Matt’s lips as an expression of gratitude. Then the man smiled, very fond of being treated sweetly.

“…”

“…”

Matt glanced at the beautiful woman before him, filling his hungry stomach.

Amanda almost choked when Matt asked. “Extraordinary? Toilet sex?”

And cough. Damn it. I don’t want to admit it, but I love this guy’s activities and willing to die a whore on his bed.

Matt gave Amanda a glass of mineral water to make her feel better. Amanda clenched, and the question shocked her because she was asked about it at dinner.

“Not bad,” Amanda replied.

Matt raised a side of his eyebrow in disrepute. “Not bad?”

Amanda’s holding back from laughing because Matt’s current expression is so funny.

The man blocked Amanda’s hand from putting steak in her mouth. I want an explanation right now. “Stop being elegant, miss, if what we did was unpleasant.” Matt urged.

“Excuse me, sir?”

“I’ll make you beg on this table if your answer is disappointing.” Yes, Matt is the Sex God, according to himself.

Amanda swallowed a spit. “I enjoy it when you move in with me.”

Amanda hopes Matt doesn’t wake up with his restless facial ulcer, swallowing a salivary. The restaurant where they eat is expensive, and the classic interior with romantic lighting Amanda thinks is enough to hide her expression. “I like it. I like it.”

Matt responded that the tone was dominant. “What do you like best? I want a clear answer.”

Amanda answered spontaneously while glancing at Matt’s movements, pouring wine into her glass. “Your hands…”

Suppose she could get Amanda to read the words above. She was suddenly regretting the erotic clip in the public restroom. Damn it. Amanda’s a naughty, embarrassing pervert.

“What are you thinking, Babe?”

Matt saw Amanda blush, but not because of the wine. Amanda has to pretend to be calm before she talks. “Well, your hands are soft but muscular. He has increased in good looks if he has good hands.”

Amanda doesn’t deny that Matt’s big hand and those sexy fingers feel warm, extensive, and unforgettable. The owner has the best skills when touching while groping-any woman who feels it must be out of her mind.

Matt gave a triumphant look.

“So, do you like my hand?” Matt raised his eyebrows again because Amanda’s words sounded adorable.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Then tell me, where do you like it, Babe? Underneath your clothes? Your underwear? Or, your little pussy?” asked Matt in a tone like sighing, deliberately flirting. Very vulgar.

“OH, MY!” Amanda closes her eyes firmly, refrains from swearing, and doesn’t scream because Matt pulls out all the vulgar words in the book.

“We can stop this conversation and finish the dinner so it won’t be too late to see the salsa show.” Amanda gripped a fork and knife and tried to keep it quiet. His ears will bleed completely if their conversation continues.

Matt shut his mouth after seeing Amanda’s expression turned fierce. Even after that, she smiled because Amanda’s fierce face was so sexy.

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