WIDOW IN MY BED

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For the past few weeks, Matt has been taking time to have breakfast at the same restaurant-La Joitie-almost every morning to meet and taste the cooking of the restaurant’s owner, Amanda La Howard.

La Jotie is a luxury restaurant in downtown Sydney that is famous for its ever-full reservations. But it’s not a big deal for Matt because he’s been making reservations for the next three months. Of course, it’s surprising that there’s also a guy who always looks amazing, with some black guy running around.

Only Amanda could get Matthew Wallace to learn the meaning of the word patience because of the near-dying longing, the feeling in her chest that was stifling tight affected her. The thirst will never go away because it can only look at Amanda, who is always busy cooking for her customers from the open-designed kitchen.

According to Adam’s advice, he had to give Amanda more time to get used to her whereabouts, even though Matt was impatient and wanted to kidnap Amanda immediately so she could keep it in her room.

Two hours ago, Amanda’s restaurant just closed, and tonight, she plans to stay there because she’s too tired. La Joitie consists of three floors, with the first and second floors used as restaurants, while Amanda’s third-floor magic is her private residence.

Sydney is experiencing thunderous rain tonight, and the thundering lightning always accompanies Amanda, sitting quietly and looking out the window, which shows the rain singing when her phone rings loudly.

“I was in front of your restaurant, raining and very wet.” The voice across the phone begged to enter her restaurant.

“You can go home to the hotel. Why not even go to my restaurant?” Amanda turned her eyeball around, bored because Matt was bothering her again.

“My hotel’s too far away. Can you open the door for me?”

“Anyway, why did you leave in this rain?” Amanda heard a heavy sigh.

“I was on the road with my bike, and it suddenly rained, and I only had one goal–” Matt cut off after hearing the door behind him open, and Amanda appeared behind him.

Amanda gave a towel to the man she had just opened the door to, Matthew Wallace. Amanda didn’t say a word when Matt took off his drenched leather jacket and only left a black shirt wrapped in his muscles tantalizingly. She chose to ignore it and walked into the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

Her breath was blocked, and Matt’s drenched condition made Amanda swallow her spit helplessly. A handsome and sexy man with a wild attitude suddenly made Amanda feel the heat, which had been strangely lurking in her chest lately. Rainwater still drips from the strands of his black hair and drops onto his face until the veins of his neck add to the impression of a male who cannot be denied as very strong.

Amanda reimagines the memory of how her fingers walk through Matt’s dark, thick hair, pulling him so hard that she feels shaky. Memories in Havana a few months ago will never be able to forget Amanda’s entire life.

That man is warm and comfortable with his arrogant attitude, and Matt is brave enough to be his version. Make it so charming in its way.

I want that sexy body, and I want that sexy body to press and fill me mercilessly until I scream. Jesus, Amanda, what do you think of a crazy woman?

Amanda immediately shook, dismissing all those naughty thoughts even though she was being made to rustle this second. She walked slowly into the living room, where Matt was drying herself. “Black coffee, for you. Have a drink,” Amanda said, taking a seat on the same couch as Matt.

Matt looked at Amanda, smiling. “Thank you for opening the door for me.”

“No problem, Matt. Then how did you know that I was at the restaurant?” A question Amanda had always wanted to ask and managed to keep Matt nervous. “You also plan to have breakfast at my restaurant every morning. What do you plan to do?”

“Yes. I can’t lie to you. I did plan this,” Matt rubbed his nape nervously. He couldn’t avoid Amanda.

“And I also know what you’re trying to hide, Amanda.” Amanda squinted her eyes. Both eyebrows were arched up, and her arms were bristling, indicating her curiosity.

“You’re investigating me, Matt?”

Matt was enjoying coffee in front of him. His body was a little shivering and needed something warm. He took a sip and then spoke quietly. “Don’t you already know the answer, Babe? I must know everything about the woman I want, Amanda, baby.” Amanda’s expression changed.

“You take it easy, I won’t force you. But don’t try to block my efforts to keep trying to get to you.”

Amanda breathed. She was glad Matt didn’t lie to her. That guy didn’t like excuses. “Then do you also know what happened to me?” Amanda’s intonation was flat. Without asking the man in front of her, she already knew the answer, but Amanda still looked at Matt, asking for an explanation.

“Yes, also the harsh reality you have experienced, the real reason for your divorce. I know everything, Amanda.” Still holding her coffee cup, Matt looked back at Amanda. Their eyes are locked on each other.

The woman seemed to have something to say but had nothing to say and only gave a forced smile. Amanda’s eyes closed with the deepest breaths.

Matt continued quietly, “Maybe I was very presumptuous to investigate you. But I don’t want to misstep and, in the end, hurt you. I’m doing all this because I like you so much, Amanda.”

Amanda still couldn’t believe how the man before her expressed her heart so smoothly. She tried to deny it, but her heart was also cornered.

“Matt, I’m tired of saying it. I’m not perfect, and you should know the truth. Those dark memories have always been my shadow, so I don’t deserve to be loved. I’ll never be able to give you what’s worth. I’m having a hard time giving children. I’m a cripple,” Matt gnashed his teeth at it.

“I’m the cause of all these problems, so I wish that if I die, I feel tired and want to die, even though I cry every day. What man would want to live with a woman like me? So, it’s only natural that I get hit, it’s only natural that my husband has an affair, it’s only natural that–”

“Amanda!” He couldn’t stand Amanda’s low-key racket. Amanda’s words caught Matt off guard. Then he screamed, his hands clenched strongly while his jaw hardened red.

Matt approached Amanda slowly, then ducked down, gripping the woman’s cheekbones. Staring hard at Amanda, so firm and so honest.

“Whoever has no right to hurt you, even if it’s your husband! You don’t deserve to be hit just for child reasons. That’s the most ridiculous thing!”

She felt frustrated because she hadn’t found Amanda early.

Amanda trembled, and her misty stare instantly made Matt feel sick and broken. The fact is it’s crashing into her cluttered mind to kill anyone who’s causing Amanda to get hurt. Matt’s bloodlust is escalating, so he wants to destroy the man who created hell for Amanda.

“But that’s the way it is,” Amanda said softly, her voice was bitter.

“Matt, I didn’t want to take my word for it. You can use your precious time to find another woman instead of visiting my restaurant daily.”

Another woman, did you get Amanda? Were you able to when this man in front of you came to your restaurant to date another woman?

Matt, angry at Amanda’s words, immediately pushes her into his arms, her hands tightly wrapped around Amanda’s fragile body that might disappear at any moment. Amanda can feel the warmth and scent she misses, Matt’s hands caressing her back gently as if protected with the man’s whole soul.

“I won’t bring up your past because I don’t care about any of it, nor do I need a child because all I need is you, Amanda, just you.”

Nothing else slips from Amanda’s lips. Now, all that’s left is a clamorous and fragile cry. Amanda’s tears float hot as Matt wipes out with his thumb that Amanda can’t possibly refuse anymore.

Unfortunately, Matt’s embrace and treatment made Amanda want to cry harder, so Amanda’s cry, which she had been suppressing, became swollen. Amanda cried with all her might and spilled everything without a cover-up.

“Give me the pain, and I will share Amanda’s feelings. You must live and don’t even think about dying, let alone leaving me without my permission. Put that in your head, Amanda.”

Matt doesn’t understand what he’s saying right now. He’s not a poet anymore, but all those words just came out of his lips, like he wanted to tell Amanda that a demon named Matthew Wallace would always be his guardian angel, sharing everything.

And then Matt caught Amanda’s cheek while caressing her tenderly. “No one can choose his destiny. No one asks for pain. But I’m not sorry to accept it as long as you give it to me, Amanda.” This time, Amanda’s heart seems to be touched by something.

“I hate you, you suck, but I want to be with you,” Amanda said, hitting the man in the chest. “I also hate you because you make me flutter.”

Matt’s lips smile, and the closer he gets to Amanda’s body, The closer it turns out I’m in love with the woman in my arms.

“Whatever you want, I will give you. Even if what you want is absurd, even if I have to put blood on my hands to satisfy you, I will do it. In exchange, stay by my side, Amanda La Howard.” This is the promise of an honorable mob boss known to be sadistic and highly respected in the underworld. Tonight, the rain bears witness and the thundering thunder. Matthew Wallace has just bowed down, his right hand touching Amanda’s solemn head.

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