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  By the time she got to his office, she was a keyed-up mess of nerves and questions. Antonio knocked on Matthew’s door for which he got a sharp response.

  “Come!” Matthew shouted

  “You should go in,” Antonio said before walking away.

  She slowly opened the door and looked inside. She was surprised to see him sitting in his office with another woman. They were holding hands, but Matthew didn’t release her hand when Mary walked in. Mary’s heart sank, and she turned to walk away but Matthew called her back. She could feel tears pricking her eyes.

  “Mary, is something wrong?” he asked

  She turned and saw that their eyes were on her and they both looked concerned. The woman looked at her quizzically.

  “This was a mistake.” She said, “I’m sorry to bother you.”

  She rushed away ignoring Matthew as he called out her name. She made it all the way to the curb outside before he caught up to her.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked urgently

  “Nothing,” she said, “it was a mistake coming here.”

  “What was a mistake?” he asked, “you’re scaring me, Mary, why are you crying?”

  He wiped a stray tear that had escaped her eyes from her cheek.

  “I, I don’t know.” She said unable to understand the emotions that were rushing through her.

  He looked down at her face with concern and something familiar that she couldn’t quite place.

  “How come you didn’t chase after me?” she asked suddenly.

  “What do you mean?” he asked

  “You never came back.” She said, “you left, and you didn’t chase me.”

  She saw as he ran a hand through his hair.

  “I loved you, Mary.” He said, “I can’t imagine how I fell in love with a woman in one week and I knew what you were saying was right. I just thought maybe you had realized that you didn’t love me or you couldn’t.”

  She felt more tears running down her cheeks.

  “Can you please tell me what’s wrong?” he asked reaching out and pulling her into his arms.

  “I didn’t want you to go.” She said, “I was foolish for telling you to leave. I didn’t realize how much I loved you.”

  “it’s alright.” He said gently patting her head as he held her.

  “It’s too late isn’t it?” she asked pushing against his chest, so she could look into his eyes. He had found someone else.

  “What are you talking about?” he asked

  “The woman in your office.” She said, “do you love her?”

  He looked at her as if she was crazy.

  “She’s my youngest sister.” He said, “she’s spending some time with me while she’s in town.”

  Her heart burst at the realization that he hadn’t moved on, or at least to that woman.

  “I have not been able to think of anyone but you since you left. I never thought you would come back but I haven’t been able to get over you. And I don’t want to.” He said.

  His kiss was a surprise but she couldn’t help but throw her hands around his neck and pulled him as close as possible. She was giddy with happiness.

  “I have something to tell you.” She said pulling away.

  “What’s that?” he asked with a radiant smile beginning to spread across his face. Suddenly all those weeks she had spent away from him began to melt away and she felt happiness bloom within her.

  “I’m pregnant.” She said, “with twins.”

  His surprise was visible. It was as if he stopped moving, stopped breathing and she wondered if she had made a mistake by telling him but then he was lifting her and hugging her with such force she thought for sure the babies would pop out of her that instant. As if realizing it, he gently set her down and the smile on his face could have outdone the sun.

  “How long?” he asked

  “Ten weeks.” He replied, “the doctor says that it’s a mild pregnancy, but I still get sick here and there.”

  “You have to tell me everything.” He said tugging her inside.

  Right before he got to the door he spun around and looked at her with an intense expression.

  “I love you.” He said, “I don’t ever want to lose you again. And I will never let you think you can get rid of me so easily ever again.”

  His words touched her so deeply she no longer felt the pain of their separation. She only felt joy and a desperation to be close to him always.

  “I love you, Matthew.” She whispered

  Together they walked back into his building and she felt the symbolism of it as if they were walking into the life they were about to begin. It was a good feeling and she knew that all the happiness she had been searching for was right here with the man she had fallen hopelessly in love with.

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  Bonus Story: Home Lust

  Beatrice Lawson used to have a unique bond with her older brother, whom she adored completely. He was the perfect charmer, caring and practically the best brother in the world in Beatrice’s eyes. But they have grown apart over the years due to Kirk Lawson’s school commitments. Now Kirk is back home and Beatrice quickly realizes that things are quite different because she has become more self-aware, coupled with her growing body.

  Beatrice struggles to balance her love life with her boyfriend, Stephen Holmes and the new sense of inexplicable desire she has begun to feel for her own brother. How does she manage these secret feelings without breaking her own heart with each passing day? What happens when Stephen gets to find out that his girlfriend’s reason for refusing to get intimate with him is because of her desire to get intimate with another, who happens to be her brother?

  Chapter One

  I threw the thick blanket to the side and slid out of bed, rushing to the window to see my parents drive out the gate. College was resuming, but I was not ready to resume just yet. The reason was not far-fetched – my brother was home. He was done with his master’s program and was now home until the right job would present itself. He was just back yesterday and I wanted to speak to him and listen to him talk. I enjoyed listening to him speak every time. At eighteen years of age, I still had memories of when I was much younger and Kirk used to sing me lullabies until I fell asleep at night. The memories are always fresh in my mind. I loved the sound of his voice and the melody that came with it. We were always very close and I told him all about my world. He would listen to me and give advice. It was great to always have someone to talk to. I told him about the first boy who ever asked me out. In told him about the first time I placed my lip on a boy’s. I filled him in on every detail of my life as a little girl. But then I started to mature and I could not be as close to him as I was before. I had a sister, Katy, who was just a year older than I was, but I never really did have the kind of connection that I had with Kirk with her until Kirk went to college and then I suddenly had to establish a bond with my
sister. We became close; quite close. I trusted her with my deepest secrets, and she trusted me with hers. But girls would be girls and we had our issues like all sisters do. We never once said sorry, but we never let a disagreement or the grudges that came with it linger for too long.

  I had missed Kirk so much and I really wanted to rekindle the connection that we once had. I wanted us to be close once more despite how differently our paths had led. Still, he was my Kirk, and I still wanted him to see me as the little girl he sang lullabies to. I still wanted him to see me as his sweet little sister who could do no wrong. Just as the thoughts ran through my mind, I placed both hands on my chest when my phone suddenly began to ring. It had shocked me out of the reverie that I was having. I walked toward the bed and saw Stephen’s name on the caller ID. I answered and waited for the sound of his voice. It came light as always.

  “Hi, Beatrice my love, how are you doing today?” His voice sounded sweetly from the other end of the phone. Stephen was my boyfriend and one of the sweetest guys I knew. He was brilliant and smart and our relationship began from him teaching me some difficult topics in Mathematics in my first year in college. He was committed to the cause and made sure that I understood every single angle. I later got to know that he had eagerly agreed to tutor me because he was a secret admirer. It did not bother me because I already liked him for who he was… plus he was handsome. And since Kirk, my big brother was not in close proximity in all ways imaginable; I needed someone to fill that void. I did not just treat Stephen as my boyfriend; I also treated him as my brother. I talked with him and sought his advice. He was young and inexperienced but he always did his best to give me the best advice that he could.

  When I found out that Stephen was secretly seeing Rosaline in another department, I was broken at first, but was surprised at how quickly I got over it,. When he asked me to forgive him for the umpteenth time, I did. It felt strange that I was not as hurt as I initially thought I would be. It then occurred to me that maybe I just did not love him enough. I admired him, quite alright, but it was not love. It was simply admiration and the fact that I liked him for who he was. And then one day we were alone in the house. Everybody had gone out, and I had stayed back, feigning illness. He called me and I mentioned that I was home alone. It felt like a millisecond between when I dropped the call and when I heard the croaking of the doorbell. He came in with a wide smile and his white set teeth reflected my face. I returned his smile, noticing the brightness of his eyes.

  We spoke slowly and talked about us. He told me how much he loved me but I just gave a nod. And then I felt the heat of his hand on mine. I looked up and saw that he had his eyes pointed directly into mine. It was at that moment that I realized what was about to happen. We had kissed and touched before, but we had never had sex. I knew that it was what he had in mind. He wanted to have sex with me. My mind took a swirl and many questions pounced into my fragile head. Did I really want to have sex with him? I had already established the fact that I did not love him half as much as I once thought I did. Was I ready to give my virginity to him?

  But what did it matter? I was a grown lady and I did not need to think too much of sex. I always fascinated and imagined how my first sexual experience would be like. It was time to find out for real. I gave a slight smile, and one also appeared on the corner of his lips. He had my consent now, so he leaned in and kissed me on my lip. I did not respond at first. He glared at me and planted another soft kiss on my lip. While his lips were still on mine, I slowly parted my lips and allowed him tasted the heat from my mouth. He was encouraged by this and continued to kiss me. And then his tongue slid in and danced tango with mine. I felt him begin to get up. We were both lying on the bed. He got up over me and continued kissing me deeply. I felt his hand slowly begin to work its way to my breast and I knew from the change in his breathing that he could not wait to do many things to me.

  The first touch of his hand on my breast was sensual through the fabric of my clothing and I gasped with his mouth still in mine. He touched me and squeezed me and then hen got me naked. It was the first time that I was completely naked before him. I saw a line of sweat going down his neck just as he swallowed some saliva and I also saw the movement through his throat. He also got naked and I was happy to see that his manhood was just as eager as he was. I felt the increasing wetness between my legs and I could not wait for him to slide into me. When he finally plunged into me, it felt good, and then I felt the pain so I closed my eyes. It became more intense, and I bit my lip. I almost asked him to stop when it suddenly became sweet once more. The pain had turned into something different. I loved the feeling that I was experiencing so I urged him on with my hand behinds his back. He worked his way in and out of me and my legs soon followed the path of my hands, pinning him down, as if saying that he could never leave my vagina. And then the pleasure became more intense and I felt the rush of thick liquid. But it was not from me. It was his. He had released his cream inside me.

  Chapter Two

  My heart stopped beating and my breathing changed at that very moment as a thousand thoughts ran through my head. I did not know what to think. All the thoughts competed for attention but one thing that I discovered that I was certain about was my uncertainty. The fear was building. Was this right? Was I going to get pregnant? I had not thought about this all before. But now my consciousness was overwhelmed by these thoughts. I noticed that he had also gone quiet and stiff. I was sure that he completely knew what was going on in my head. And then our gazes met.

  Just as the memories began to take shape, I heard a knock on the door. My senses became immediately alert as I stood still; frozen, in fact. I looked around hurriedly and then scampered toward the bed and jumped on top of it, immediately putting the blanket over myself. I knew who it was already. It was Kirk. He was the only one home. I thought about telling him "hey, I'm actually feeling very fine. I just wanted to stay back because you were home" but then again, it had been so long and I was a big girl now. I did not want my brother knowing the extent to which I was glad that he was home.

  "Come in" I said softly.

  The door pushed open and I saw his frame enter.

  He looked so good in that T-shirt that clung to his body. He was working out really good. Even I was enticed by what I saw. I could only imagine the number of girls he had flocking around him. I could not wait to brag with him.

  "Hey you shrimp." His thick masculine voice dampened the air with its sweetness.

  "Hey you Squid" I said softly with a smile across my face.

  "I heard you weren't feeling too well. Are you lying?" He smirked... and then a grin appeared across his face.

  "Why would I lie?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

  "Well, I don't know. No one likes school, so I won't blame you if you were lying" he said.

  I just smiled and kept my gaze on him.

  He walked slowly and sat on the edge of the bed. He looked at me like he used to when he wanted to tell me stories and sing lullabies when I was much younger. At that moment, I felt safe and secure. We started to talk and he told me all about the events that have happen din the last one year of his life. He told me about his school, how he escaped poor grades, his friends, and finally, his girlfriend, Sharon. And then he asked me about my own life. I have to admit, it totally felt strange speaking to him about myself once again. I even told him about me and Stephen.

  “So what would you say has been the most interesting thing to happen to you so far in school” He asked along the line.

  “Just before I came back home, my department went for an event and we got to meet Justin Bieber” I said proudly.

  “You did? Wow that’s great” he said.

  “Yes, I even have a couple of pictures. Let me show you.” I said, with the intention of going to get my phone from my drawer where I keep it at night right before I sleep. I also wanted to show him my photo album.

  I was about lift the blanket off my body when I froze.

  Kirk’s eye
s caught mine. He had not realized why I stopped my action dead in its tracks. The silence was deafening. It was awkward; so awkward that it did not take rocket scientist to figure out what the problem was any more. The look in Kirk’s eyes revealed that he knew. And then he quickly spoke to take away the cloud of awkwardness that was hovering over our heads.

  “Where did you keep it?” he asked.

  “There, in the drawer” I said, pointing to the table to his right that had two drawers just beneath its top.

  He got up to help get my phone as ten thousand words went through my mind in seconds. I had not realized that I slept in just my tiny bra and panties until I was about to get up to pick the phone. It was weird to think of walking in such little clothing around my brother, even if he had seen me in all my naked glory when I was little. Things seemed a tad different this time. I had matured, and my lady parts had grown bigger and riper than they ever were. Even as I lay there under the blanket, I could feel my nipples poking hard at the thick fabric. I did not understand why my nipples were so hard, but I knew that they were. I could feel them.

  Before I could think another word, I heard Kirk’s voice announce his return.

  “Here you go” he said, handing over my phone to me. I noticed that the screen light was on. His finger must have pressed the side button by accident. I stretched my hand to receive my phone and forced a smile as I thanked him.