She bit her lip, dragging herself up with the last of her strength. Her lower body was completely numb, her ass burning, her pussy left raw and aching.
She stripped the bedding and tossed it in the hamper by the bathroom to send to the laundry later.
She turned on the hot water and stood under the shower.
Her toes curled as that strange fullness twisted low in her belly, he'd left her so stuffed it felt like she'd be leaking until tomorrow.
She washed as best she could, then stumbled out, dragging herself back to bed.
She pulled the blanket over her and curled up. Tomorrow her back was definitely going to be wrecked.
Sleep claimed her almost instantly.
....
Meanwhile, Matthew showered in his own room. He smoked, checked his emails, then crashed.
Around seven, he woke. Last night had left his body oddly relaxed, and he'd slept better than he had in ages.
He threw on a T-shirt and running shorts, heading out for a jog. For once, his head was clear no distractions. The only thing lingering in his mind was the memory of Diana's cries, her begging eyes, her desperate voice.
+What are you doing to me, little one, that you haunt my head like this?
He ran for forty minutes until both his body and mind felt sharp. On the way back, he spotted Jacob waiting by the mansion.
When he reached him, Jacob looked him over. He'd expected Matthew to be moody or on edge, but he was surprisingly… fine.
Jacob raised a brow.
_Morning.
Matthew gave a small nod, exhaling.
+Hey… morning.
They rode the elevator up together.
Jacob gestured.
_Go shower, I'll get breakfast ready.
+Okay.
Jacob calmly brewed coffee and set toast in the toaster. He'd already showered earlier just needed to change after breakfast.
Matthew came back down a few minutes later. They sat together in silence and ate.
Jacob loaded the dishes into the dishwasher, and they both went off to get ready.
Both men dressed sharp in suits. Matthew stuck a couple of nicotine patches to his arm, no smoking in court, but he needed something to keep him steady.
Before leaving, he peeked into Diana's room. She was curled under the blanket, fast asleep. Why hadn't she turned the heat up last night? Her lips parted slightly, soft breaths making her look like a sleeping child.
He warmed the room a bit for her, then went downstairs.
Jacob whistled low.
-Damn, boss, looking sharp.
Matthew smirked, straightening his tie. They stepped out. Two cars were waiting, plus four escort vehicles.
Matthew and Jacob rode in separate cars toward the courthouse. An hour later, they arrived. A crowd of reporters swarmed the entrance, cameras flashing.
Matthew clenched his jaw, hating it. He forced himself to breathe deep, steadying himself, he couldn't let it ruin his day.
The car door opened. Before stepping out, he squeezed his eyes shut and muttered under his breath:
+You are the boss.
He opened his eyes. Time to own the day.
She woke up around noon.
The curtains of her room were fully drawn, and the warmth that filled the room felt like a lullaby, it had kept her asleep all the way until 12 p.m.
She rolled over, and just as she expected, her back was sore!
She really needed to soak in hot water if she wanted relief, unless she planned on taking pills, which she didn't.
It took her a while to fully load, and then it suddenly hit her. today was the court hearing!
She jumped out of bed in a rush, only to let out a groan of pain.
Her hand flew to her lower back.
-Damn you, Gray..! Ahhh!
Biting her lip, she managed to get herself up with groans and sighs.
She dragged herself toward the bathroom and slipped into the tub for a while. From the floor-to-ceiling windows in the bathroom, she gazed outside.
It looked like snow or rain was on the way.
The clouds had completely swallowed the sky it almost looked like dusk.
Her chest tightened. She couldn't help it. Anxiety gnawed at her; something in her gut whispered that things would go wrong, and it would be her fault.
She headed downstairs into the kitchen and had a full breakfast.
An idea sparked, she grabbed her phone, hoping to find some news on Google.
But all she saw were a few pictures of Matthew and Jacob.
A smirk tugged at her lips.
Their furrowed brows and flawless, polished looks practically screamed from a mile away:
"Step aside, we're billionaires."
-Look at them all suited up.
Her gaze lingered on Matthew's picture.
It felt strange, knowing that the man in that photo, the one looking like he owned the world, had just fucked her last night. The thought was oddly surreal, almost unfamiliar.
The articles only said that the trial was today. Nothing else.
TV had nothing either.
She scolded herself.
-What did you expect? That this was some kind of reality show?
Even if there were details, with how guarded Matthew was about his personal life, nobody would dare leak anything.
She shook her head a few times, trying to silence her thoughts.
Hooking her phone up to the stereo, she blasted music and swayed to the rhythm.
Room by room, she wandered:
The gaming room, TV lounge, two cinemas, pool, the upstairs library, hallways lined with framed art.
Her thoughts drifted.
-Whoever designed this place must've been a genius. Look how everything just flows together.
The mansion wasn't royal in style, but it wasn't minimalist either.
It was… unique.
She passed by Matthew's room.
A little peek wouldn't hurt, right?
Quietly, she turned the knob and slipped inside, half expecting him to still be there. His presence lingered everywhere.
Her eyes roamed. The bed.
The piano.
One door to the bathroom, another to the closet.
She muttered under her breath:
-How many closets does one man need?
The more she looked, the more fascinated she became.
A desk with a laptop, stairs at the corner, an Iranian rug with a rare pattern.
She inhaled deeply, Matthew's scent filled her lungs.
And then she saw it.
Her lips curved in excitement as she hurried forward.