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Chapter 15 - Chapter 15- Matthew's POV (Part 1)

I open my eyes to see blonde hair, sprawled across the pillow. I try to get my eye to focus, everything looked so glossy and my head felt heavy.

I lift my hand to my head and groan, I had way to much to drink last night. I shift in bed trying to move away from the woman next to me.

She took the opportunity to turn over and move closer to me, wrapping her legs around and through mine.

Her presence was no longer tolerated, as I untangled myself from her and pushed her away. That didn't seem to bother her because she had the biggest smile on her face.

"Good morning." she said showing her pearly white teeth.

I didn't want her in my bed any longer, my skin now starting to crawl.

"What is your name?" I asked. She didn't answer so I continued. "You need to leave. I'm going to shower and when I get back, I don't want to see you here. "

"What?" She said, looking at me dumbstruck.

"I don't need to repeat myself. I'm quite sure your ears are working fine."

I left the room, walking to the bathroom I got in the shower. I grabbed the shampoo, lathering my hair. Last night rushing back to me.

I met the woman at my club, club XXVI. I walked in with Aaron, my bodyguard trailing behind me. Heading to the VIP section I turned my head, noticing that we have a packed house tonight.

Spotting her on the dance floor, blonde, big breasts, small waist, long legs. Not my type but she will have to do for tonight. I turned to Aaron, pointing at the legggy blonde.

"Send her up."

"Ok boss." He said then left.

I sat in the couch, overlooking everyone that was on the dance floor. I just acquired this club last week. The previous owner, Vince owed me a lot of money and to settle his debt, he gifted me this club.

It needed some work, but it wasn't all bad. Seemed to be pretty popular. Looking up I saw Vicky, one of the bartenders coming towards me. A tray in hand with champagne and glasses.

"Good evening Mr Gwep."

"Hello Vicky."

She set the try down with its contents and left. Aaron and the leggy blonde were walking towards me.

I pointed at her and pat the chair, gesturing for her to sit down. She sat, smiling, while brushing her hair down and pushing a strand behind her ear.

"What's your name?" I asked her.

"Melissa."

What kind of work do you do Melissa?

"Um, I'm a receptionist. I work at Bradford's Shipping."

Her voice was already starting to annoy me, but she had a nice rack and a decent face.

"Are you single?" She asked me. I didn't want to answer her so, I diverted the conversation to something else.

"How old are you Melissa?" She answered immediately.

"23."

"Would like some champagne?" I asked.

"Yes please."

I poured her some champagne and we continued to talk, well she continued to talk. I listened. I was already bored and I needed to get laid. I turned to her later in the night.

"Wanna get out of here?"

"Sure." She got up so fast she almost tipped over. I grabbed her arm and led her out the door.

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I dropped her in my bed. She sat up, resting on her elbows. I took off my shirt and threw it on the floor. Moving closer to her, I reached under her dress, pulling and tearing her underwear.

She squealed out, "I don't have another underwear."

"You wont need it."

She moved to kiss me.

"I dont want you to kiss me, only to fuck me. Got it?" I said while squeezing her cheeks with my right hand. I didn't want anyone's lips on mine except Amelia.

"Now, I want you to do something for me. Get up."

She got off the bed and stood at the end.

"Now, take off your dress."

She started to remove her dress in a very sloppy manner. I interrupted her during the process.

"Move slowly."

Her movements had small improvements but she was still sloppy. Her dress now off, she used her hands to hide her breasts.

"Come here and lie on the bed." She did as she was told.

"I'm going to fuck you hard and fast." I said while removing my pants and boxers.

I grabbed a condom from my nightstand, slipped it on and entered her swiftly. She cried out in pain. I didn't care if I was hurting her. I wanted the pleasure and I didn't want to give it.

She didn't seem to mind, she tried to match my strokes while her nails raked over my back. She moaned loudly, too loudly, which was a turning me off. I placed my hand over her mouth to silence her, still sliding in and out of her.

I pulled out and flipped her over on her stomach. I entered her again, harder this time. My thrusts now harder and faster. Slapping her ass as I continued my assault.

She started moaning again, "I'm coming." She grabbed the sheet and held on for dear life, while she rode out her climax. Slapping her ass again. I moved faster, my balls slapping against her wet pussy.

I groan, "Fuck." I came undone inside her. My climax took over, my face raising towards the ceiling, my soul leaving my body.

"That was fantastic." She said ruining the moment. My soul returning to my body, I slid out of her and flopped on the bed. I took off the condom and discarded it in the bin.

I needed to shower, I needed her scent and everything else off me. I took a shower and returned to the room. She was fast asleep. I left her in the bed and walked in the direction of my study. I wouldn't be able to sleep now.

I went to her multiple times for the night, the sex getting better each time I entered her.

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Leaning my head against the tiles in the shower, my hand fisting my cock. My mind wavering over to Amelia. I couldn't resist, she was my drug. I welcome the thoughts of her. I started moving my hands.

Walking back in my bedroom, she was not there. Thank God, I was not in the mood to deal with her whining today. I needed to see what Amelia was up to.

Just as I powered up my laptop, I got an email on my phone. Dammit, can they do anything without me being at the office.

I called my assistant immediately, trying to rectify the problem, which took me all morning to fix.

Around 3:30pm John at the front desk, said I had a visitor, a Mr. Van.

"Send him up.

I opened my door and Dom was in front of me, holding a brown envelope.

"Dom, what's up man?

"Sorry to say this Matthew, but you've been served. With that said, he left.

I shut the door, looking at the envelope. "Served? What does he mean I've been served."

I opened the envelope, going over the papers.

"A fucking restraining order. I was now pissed off.

"Who the hell took that? Looking at name of the person. Amelia Banks.

"Amelia, you fucking bitch.

I went in search of my phone. After I found it, i dialed her number. She picked on on the third ring.

"Hello?"

"YOU BITCH."

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