Matt X Tom Novelas e Histórias

Does he think I'm happy being here? I just want to get out of here and go back to my normal freaking life. I don't want a mate. Mates are myths and filled with the stupidest stuff in their heads with no brains; I hate them so much. They are never loyal nor faithful but think of themselves and the fun they are going to have, forgetting that we are at a low point here and don't give a fuck about us; who cares anyway? I don't want one and so shall it be; I don't give a damn...

Shortly afterwards, Matty comes through the doors looking sharp in his dark blue suit and white collared shirt. ‘Good to see you brother,’ he says as we embrace. ‘Glad you could make it!’ ‘You boys don’t look like you’re suffering too much, so it can’t have been that wild last night?’ Matty looks from me to Adam and the others at their seats. He sees our cheeky smiles and wants to know more but just then, the music starts. It is time.

Matthew and Jackson sat there and watched his performance. “Father, you must help us. Tom was healthy, and he died suddenly because he met Matthew before his wedding day. There must be something wrong!” said Marcos Figueiredo, Tom's father, while pretending to cry. “What's wrong?” Alexandre said, thinking, I'm sick of their schemes. They want to use the dead to get some shares, and they're so ungrateful. “Marcos, you'd better have Tom's body autopsied instead of wasting time here!” Mattew said coldly.

Sometimes, our code name for Xena was the witch because she had a way of finding things out, no matter how skilled you were at hiding information. “Hey, say something, man,” Matt urged, snatching the shirt from me and throwing his arm over my shoulder as we made our way into the building, to the tenth-grade lockers. “You’ve never given a hoot about any girl so far. I guess this one’s got the fire and sparks you want.” “Let me be, Matt. You’re free to let your imaginations run wild.” Matt chuckled. He said nothing after that and helped me drop the shirt in her locker.

Tom had taught me so much about carpentry, starting with Summer's tree house. I looked back at her, a smile still playing at my lips. Her caramel hair flew around her face due to the open windows, threatening to come free from the rubber band as she played with the radio dials. I just might have a heart attack if she ever let me use the air conditioner. My mind drifted back to Matt. He wanted to have a talk with her. That could only mean one of two things: he was going to step up the relationship or he was ending it. I knew Matt sure as hell wasn't breaking up with her.

“You really are silly Dom.” “I for one would like to climb that, ” Matteo, who had been quietly listening to their conversation, cut in. He examined the towering land formation with sparks in his eyes and continued, “Nothing could compare to reaching the top of that with Caitlin next to me.” He gazed at her, warmth radiating on the way he looked, and this caused Amanda to lower her head and Noman to wave his hands in front. “Okay, then be my guest Matt, ” he said rather cheerfully. “I’ll just be here waiting for the two of you to come down.”

I told her. “Will you be back in time to pick up Nolan?” she asked without looking up. “Yes, we’ll get him from there,” I assured her. Outside, Matt was leaning casually against his SUV. He’d changed into a baseball polo, still paired with those camo shorts, and for some reason, that combination worked far better than it should have. He opened the passenger door for me. “Thanks,” I murmured as I climbed in. We hit the road, and I made a point of keeping my eyes glued to the passing scenery. Matt must have noticed my deliberate avoidance because after a few minutes he asked, “So, are you and Alex… you know… a thing?”

Chapter 55 “What are you doing here, motherfucker?” Matthew**'s** outburst drew their attention. Murry, Holly, and their mother stared at the door with curiosity. Who was behind that door? And why was Matthew screaming? There were only two people in this word who Matthew despised. Lucas and a guy named Tom. Their neighbor, who is crushing on Murry, also Murry’s boss. Because of his experience with Lucas, he hated every man or anyone who got close to his sister. He learned not to trust men who are into his sister. Lucas was enough to make him think otherwise.

Daxon Reyes was all over the news whenever he acquired another tech firm, shut down a rival, or made some cryptic power move that sent Wall Street into chaos. He was the kind of man people wrote headlines about. And now I was apparently his. Or at least, his fated mate. The idea made my skin crawl. It wasn’t that I objected to the idea of mates. I didn’t know enough about werewolf culture to have strong opinions. But I objected to the way this had been handled. A letter? A summons like I was being dragged into court?