Romans & histoires Matty B Now

He was screaming before I could say hello, "Have you seen this?" "Seen what?" "Turn on the TV, or better yet, go online; it's Matt; his whole life is imploding. What the hell is going on?" He hung up the phone, leaving me stressed and confused. Matt? What the hell could be going on with Matt? Sure, he did business with us, but out of all of us, he kept his public image squeaky clean. I turned on the TV and went online at the same time to see what all the fuss was about and almost wished I didn't.

A bond that books would write about. “I can´t wait to hold the baby...” I smiled and she nodded. “WHAT? ALONE????” Grecco yelled. Yep, Mom filled him in... I chuckled, and Lia bumped her shoulder with mine. Mat arrived. Thank you, Goddess. I didn´t want to get in the middle of the battlefield, and Matty is an expert. “What is going on?” he walked in, and I looked around, “What? No iris tonight?” I said, and he rolled his eyes.

I told her. She let me go. Thankfully, the restroom was empty, so I turned on the faucet and began splashing water on my face. Matt came in behind me. He was the closest to me after Terry. Though, based on their dumb hierarchy, his dad ranked third among the top billionaire families, a successful and popular mechanical engineer who could fix or build almost anything related to electronics. “Are you okay, dude?” Matt asked, patting my back. Somehow, his question triggered the bile that had been forming in my throat.

His attention on the show, his head tilted with confusion. “What show is this?” Matt’s eyes are bulging as he looks at the beta. “You’ve never seen New Girl. It’s only our favorite show.” “Excuse me! What the hell are you doing here?” I demand, hating to interrupt their bonding moment. Their demeanor is so civil Matt hasn’t even threatened Fletcher yet. I pinch myself to make sure this isn’t one of my dreams. “Your dad let us in,” Matt answers with a shrug, his attention on the screen, rewatching an episode we’ve seen more than a dozen times. “Which shocked me. I thought he’d hate the rogue.”

A familiar voice speaks sharply, and I suddenly feel a strong presence pressing against my back. Matty glares at Tobias as Tobias brazenly leans forward and presses a gentle kiss on my cheek. I don’t move. My feet remain rooted where they stand as I don’t want to cause a scene, but my blood is boiling in my veins. What is he doing here, and who does he think he is, interfering in my personal affairs? “And who are you?” Matty mutters darkly, thrusting his hand forward. “I don’t think we have had the pleasure of meeting before. I’m Matty, Ryans’ coach.”

Matty asked my friends. I shook him off of me, and pushed away from him. “If they don’t mind, I certainly do,” I told him. I gave him a very annoyed glare, and scrutinized the skeezeball. He had his hair pulled away from his face in a high man-bun, and he was wearing a Gayl U hoodie and jeans. “What do you want, Matty?” Dave asked with a protective arm around Heather. Matty put his hands up in a defensive gesture. “Nothing with you, man. I just want to talk to Shorty here.”

VALENTINA'S POV "How is she?" I was hearing voices. "You can rest assured. There are no severe damages. She just needs to rest and in a couple days will be up on her feet." "Matteo." I heard the authoritative tone of a man's call. "Yes, Don." "What about him?" The don, as I heard he was called, questioned. "He has been locked up in the confinement room for now." Matteo said, and from the voice I could tell it was the man from before. "What about her?"

I bite my bottom lip and yank my hand away from him. " Lina... " " Can we not talk about it?" Because it doesn't make sense_ Romano Biden, the most official playboy being emotional. Is is it even an emotional display?

"Are you leaving already? The night is just beginning. There are many events in a while that you might like." "I would love to stay, but it will be another occasion. I have unfinished business that I must attend to now." Maite looks at her wristwatch pretending to be running late before heading towards the exit. Thank the Moon goddess that he doesn't detain her further. In the parking lot, she dials Ragnar's number several times, but it goes straight to voicemail. She curses a couple of times before typing a few words and sending him a text message warning that she has very important news for him.

" she replied sharply. Jeez... No matter how she spoke, her voice was still sweet to hear. "Good. Just make sure you don’t go outside for now. We’ll be back soon, got it?" "Can I ask you something?" she muttered. "What’s the big deal if I go outside? Why do you all think you can just boss me around?" I gripped my phone tightly. "That’s because we are—" I cut myself off, realizing I was close to revealing that we were mates, and I couldn’t let Baka overhear. The call disconnected. I tried to call back, but her phone was switched off.