You’ll Fall for Me, Today or Tomorrow

Matthew could feel all his self-control and rational self dissipating into thin air as she moaned.

He lowered his head and sucked on the woman’s slightly parted lips. Everything was as sweet as he imagined as her moans became muffled.

His breathing became increasingly ragged as he inched close to the woman beneath him. He traced her velvety smooth skin down from her arms. Her soft skin was irresistible, and Matthew found his breathing increasingly erratic as his Adam’s apple constricted from the surmounting desire coursing through his body.

“Hahaha…”

Suddenly, laughter could be heard coming out from the door. Matthew froze right then.

He closed his eyes and drew himself away from Clarissa’s lips. Then, he jolted away from the bed and turned around to head for the bathroom.

Clarissa was still blissfully unaware, and bit down on her lips. She stripped off her bra, turned to her side, and dozed off clutching the covers.

Matthew had only come out of the shower after some time. His upper body was bare, exposing his muscular and firm chest. He stood at the side of the bed with only a towel wrapped around his waist, and his obsidian, deep-set gaze darkened further at the sight of the woman’s flawless back. Matthew stood there and transfixed his gaze on the woman for some time before he put on some clothes and headed out the door.

Clarissa was finally awake. She sat on the bed, holding her head in pain. Her brain was in disarray, unable to recall what had happened.

I was drinking with Ellie… What happened then?

over the floor… even my bra? We’re just short of a man’s

“Oh man…”

the night before, Clarissa hugged her head. Did

I don’t suppose-

clothes. She put on her clothes in

room. Besides, I’m not the type to go out of hand when I’m drunk… Matthew is so many years my senior. I’m overthinking this. Nothing

was so many years her senior, Clarissa had faith that nothing could

her way to the dining hall. She bumped into Matthew and noticed that he was sitting by the window alone. Aside from breakfast, there was a laptop on the table. Well, he

The impassive gaze incited an

the end, Clarissa relented and headed in

“Uncle Matthew, morning!”

in unease. Her lips twitched and managed

room yesterday? I’m sorry for getting so drunk, and for occupying your room.

raised a quizzical brow and finally parted his lips to speak. His tone was icy

“No.”

a sweet smile. “Uncle Matthew, I’d better

“Have a seat!”