Chapter 94: Mine—Right In Front of Tony
He hit search, his eyes scanning the results as a slow, calculating smile spread across his face.
"Oh, Tony," Adrian whispered to the empty room, his grin widening. "I’m going to make you so jealous that you’ll regret ever setting foot in this house."
His eyes scanned the results fast... as they appeared on the screen.
"Be patient... listen more... speak softly..." Adrian muttered under his breath, reading as he scrolled.
He paused at one.
"Touch him gently, small gestures matter. Hold his hand, kiss his cheek, praise him."
Adrian blinked.
"...That’s it?"
He kept scrolling.
"Compliment him often. Make him feel safe. Stay close to him in public."
A slow smile spread across his face.
"Oh..." Adrian murmured. "Soon, I’ll show him off in front of everyone. I know he’ll be so happy... but for now, let’s take it slow."
He clicked another link.
"If you want to make others jealous, show affection naturally. Laugh with him. Stay close. Let them see how much he chooses you."
Adrian leaned back against the pillow, thinking.
"So... be soft with him..." he murmured.
His smile deepened. "And don’t let go of him in front of Tony."
He imagined it. Sitting close to Matteo.
Touching him casually.
Whispering to him.
Calling him... baby right in front of Tony.
His eyes lit up. "That man is not ready for me," Adrian whispered to himself.
He locked his phone and got out of bed, already planning everything.
"Today..." he smiled to himself, "I’m going to be the sweetest boyfriend Matteo has ever seen."
Then his smile turned just a little sharper.
"...and the most annoying one Tony will ever have to deal with."
Adrian moved with quiet determination. He carefully chose an outfit that was both comfortable and eye-catching, something that would draw attention the second he walked in. Every detail mattered. He wanted to look like he belonged beside Matteo... like he was meant to be there.
After his shower, Adrian stepped out and took his time with a bit of skincare before getting dressed. When he was done, he checked his reflection one last time, satisfied with the effortless elegance he saw, and then headed downstairs.
As he reached the top of the stairs, the low hum of conversation drifted from the living room. Tony was loud and confident, impossible to miss. Matteo’s, on the other hand, remained calm and controlled. Adrian took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, and walked down the stairs into the living room.
As he stepped into the living room, the conversation fell silent.
Matteo looked up, his expression softening the second he saw Adrian. He rose at once, closing the distance between them.
"You’re up," he murmured, his voice low in an intimate tone meant only for him.
His hand slid to Adrian’s lower back, pulling him closer with a quiet possessiveness that felt both protective and assured.
Tony sat on the sofa, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. His gaze shifted from Matteo’s hand resting at Adrian’s back to Adrian’s relaxed posture.
"Yes, baby, I’m up. Good morning," Adrian said. He didn’t glance at Tony. Instead, he focused entirely on Matteo, tilting his head with a look of pure adoration. "Did you sleep well, my love?"
Matteo chuckled. "Better than I have in a long time," he replied, his thumb brushing against Adrian’s waist.
Adrian leaned in closer. "Baby, did I distract you? Are you busy?"
"Not really," Matteo replied, his eyes fixed on Adrian. "Just a little."
"Alright, love," Adrian said, feigning shyness. "I will go back upstairs, I don’t want to disturb you."
As he turned to leave, he pressed himself close and whispered into Matteo’s ear, "I love the way you fuck me last night, Daddy. Keep it up, and do better today." He punctuated the words with a lingering, provocative kiss before pulling away.
Matteo’s composure broke; he grabbed Adrian by the waist, pulling him back against his body. He leaned into Adrian’s ear. "I get hard knowing you enjoy it." He flashed a triumphant, possessive smile.
"Will you do better today?" Adrian teased.
Matteo nodded, pulling him in for another kiss.
"I love you, baby," Adrian whispered.
"I love you more," Matteo murmured.
Adrian turned his gaze toward Tony, whose face was set like stone. He looked back at Matteo, his eyes sparkling with a challenge. "How much do you love me?"
"A lot," Matteo answered without hesitation, his smile never wavering. "More than anything."
Tony pressed his hand against the arm of the sofa, his patience snapping. "Mat, I’m still here. We have business to discuss."
Matteo barely spared him a glance. "Give me a minute."
He turned back to Adrian, wrapping an arm around him. "Come on, baby." Matteo guided him to the dining area.
As Adrian settled into his chair, he reached out and lightly touched Matteo’s sleeve. "Baby... kiss me."
Matteo leaned down and kissed him again, deep and slow.
Tony banged his hand on the sofa once more, the sound echoing through the room. Adrian caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and smiled. He leaned toward Matteo, loud enough to be heard clearly. "Baby, don’t forget... you’re taking me out later."
"Alright, love," Matteo said, caressing Adrian’s cheek. "Once I’m done with work, we’ll go anywhere you want."
Adrian nodded, looking up at Matteo with a soft sweetness. "And baby... don’t look at anyone else, okay?"
Matteo smiled. "Alright, baby."
Adrian raised his voice, making sure it carried to every corner of the room. "I’m only yours, baby. Remember that, okay?"
"Yes, love," Matteo replied. "You’re mine alone."
Matteo finally gestured for the maid to serve Adrian, then turned to head back to Tony. As he walked, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen: Tell Tony to smile... he looks ugly with that face.
Matteo shook his head slightly, amused by Adrian’s childish drama. If this was what made him happy... then the least he could do was play along.
He walked back and took his seat across from Tony.
Matteo’s phone buzzed again.
Another message from Adrian popped up.
"His face looks so bitter, it’s almost embarrassing."
Matteo’s lips twitched as he fought a laugh. He started to turn his head toward Tony, but another message popped up: Don’t you dare look at his face.
Matteo couldn’t help it; a short laugh escaped him. He typed a quick reply: Okay, boss. Now eat your food.
Tony’s face darkened as he watched Matteo chuckle at his phone. "Can you stop acting like he’s special? He’s not even hotter than me."
Matteo locked his phone and turned, his expression hardening back into the cold, sharp gaze of the boss. "I don’t want him ’hot.’ I love him exactly the way he is."
Tony spat back, "You must be insane to think someone like him is even attractive enough to keep."
Matteo’s eyes chilled, his voice dropping to a dangerous, icy level. "Yes, I’m insanely in love with him."
Tony leaned forward slightly. "How are you going to explain this to your father?"
Matteo didn’t even hesitate. "Why do you care?"
Tony shouted, "Mat!"
Matteo didn’t flinch. His eyes were cold, his professional armor back in place. "Let’s talk business," he said, completely ignoring Tony’s outburst as if the man were nothing more than a nuisance.