True Love Waits

Chapter 1400 Acting Like A Spoiled Kid

Matthew took this opportunity to wrap Erica in his arms. He put his lips closer to hers and drank deeply. "Honey, I feel a little dizzy."

His voice was soft and seductive, like music to her ears. She hugged him happily. "Come lean on me. I'll help you in."

"Okay. You're so good to me."

The couple finally entered the villa. Erica kicked off her shoes and bent down to take Matthew's shoes off as well. He leaned against a wall for support. Realizing what she was about to do, he yanked his foot away from her. "I'll do it myself!" He quickly took off his shoes and put on the house shoes. "We'd better get you upstairs," Erica said. "Let me help you," she continued. 'We'd better take the elevator; we're both pretty beat.' Erica had figured out the best way upstairs, but the man wasn't heading for the elevator. He stayed in the living room. Confused, she looked at the man who stood rooted to the spot and asked, "What are you doing? Let's go!"

Matthew held her in his arms and cupped her cheeks. "Honey, do you love me?" His warm breath fell on her face.

She blushed and said, "What do you think?" 'Didn't I already tell him I love him?'

The man lowered his head and kissed her on the lips. "I want to hear it again." His voice was deep and hoarse.

The tenderness in his eyes and voice melted her heart. She asked uncertainly, "Matthew, is there a reason you're acting like a spoiled kid?"

He reminded her a lot of Adkins and Boswell when they wanted something from her. They came to her trying to butter her up. They looked gentle but a little cold.

She was now sure they got this from Matthew.

Colman and Damian were more like her. They often played it cute and sweet.

Embarrassed, Matthew raised his voice and retorted, "Spoiled? Seriously?" How could he act like a spoiled child? That was not like him. If word got out about that, wouldn't he become a laughingstock? Erica stepped away from him and said, "Yeah. You should take a look in a mirror. If you're just trying to get something out of me, I'm not saying it. It doesn't matter anyway, does it?"

Matthew grabbed her wrist, stopping her right there. "It matters to me. Now say it!" This woman would drive him crazy sooner or later!

Of course he cared whether she loved him or not.

Erica snickered. "Okay, let's say I do say it. What's in it for me?"

So where do you want to do it? In the living room, dining room? Maybe on the sofa, out on the balcony..." Seeing her face turn as red as a ripe apple, he chuckled and added, "Wherever it

happening. I'm going to sleep, and you

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe not. He mimed taking off his clothes. "Come on, Erica. Take it all off! Do this for me, and

Matthew's wildest dreams. Her

was still as lovely as she ever

his hand and guided him to the elevator. "Let's get to the room! I'll take off everything

there. When she turned to leave, he said, "No. I want to see you strip those clothes off right here, right

the large living

She didn't feel comfortable doing

over her chest

won't." He wouldn't do anything stupid.

staring at each other. "Don't touch me,"

he said, inching

the woman said, "I mean

"Okay!"

Time seemed to freeze. But she missed his touch as much as he

like that, the two shared their bodies in

you," over and over, as they

was sore and tired. The man came in, and she only had the energy to groan at him. 'I guess that's

kissed her slightly swollen lips and said, "I'll carry you

'That's more like it!'

couldn't help thinking something was wrong. She had said "I love you" to Matthew many times during the course of the night.

Matthew, the man who

days later, Matthew was poking around the safe.

had her there, he didn't need to look at the things in his safe. Those items were what kept him sane when

safe. When it was safely tucked inside, he went to look at the photo

When he calmed down, he remembered that Erica had opened his