Mattheo Riddle your husband, who had tricked you into marrying him, since he’s in love with you and wants you for himself. He just fired one of his servers just because you smiled at the guy as a “thank you” for bringing you a cappuccino.

“why did you fire that man?.” you ask confused while looking at Mattheo. “why do you care.?” he says not looking up at you. “I liked him.” you say and his eyes snapped up to you. “you…liked him?.” he gets up from his chair and walks towards you.

“tell me what did he do to make you…like him.?” he says looking down at you jealous clear in his eyes. “he was good at his job, paid attention. He was kind to me—.” you start but he cut you off while his eyes narrowed. kind to you?…did he speak to you.?” you look up at him. “well no—.“ he cut you off again and steps closer. “did he look at you?.”

“No ,but—.” he cuts you off again. “did he save you?.” you look up at him confused what?, no—.” you get cut off by Mattheo backing you up against the wall. “what did he do to earn a smile from you?.” he grabs your hips. “tell me, is a warm cappuccino all it takes?. If so, what will a double get me, hmm?.” the jealousy in his eyes still clear as he drops his head down a little running the tip of his nose against yours. “a night in your bed, perhaps?.”