Free Web NovelChapter 230: Chapter 230: Defeated by a Spoiled Brat
Adrian lifted his head from Matteo’s chest, his eyes wide as he stared up at his partner. A wave of surprise washed over him. He hadn’t expected Matteo to be this thoughtful, let alone offer to prepare gifts for the very family that had caused their tension earlier.
Faltering slightly, Adrian stammered, "Are you sure... I mean, I can prepare everything myself, baby. I don’t want to trouble you or your men."
Matteo looked down at him, his expression softening into one of pure affection. "It’s no trouble at all, babe," he said. "I want to do it. Just give me a list of what you need, and I’ll have everything taken care of."
Overwhelmed by the unconditional care, Adrian leaned up and pressed a soft, lingering kiss over Matteo’s heart.
"Thank you, Daddy," he whispered affectionately. "I’ll let you know tomorrow morning once I’ve finalized what I want to bring."
Matteo wrapped his arm a little tighter around him. "Alright, babe."
Adrian couldn’t take his eyes off him, his gaze completely melting with love. "I love you so much. So, so much."
Matteo’s lips curved into a handsome, genuine smile as he kissed Adrian’s forehead. "I love you more, darling."
Content and completely reassured, Adrian rested his head back down on Matteo’s broad chest. They continued to watch the movie together in the dimly lit living room, the quiet hum of the television eventually lulling Adrian into a deep, peaceful sleep.
When Matteo noticed that Adrian’s breathing had slowed into a steady rhythm, he kissed the top of his head. Carefully, so as not to wake him, Matteo gently lifted Adrian’s head from his chest and rested it against the pillow.
He tucked the blanket securely around him before standing up from the sofa. He pulled his clothes back on and gathered Adrian’s discarded garments from the floor.
He then wrapped the thick blanket securely around Adrian’s naked body. Scooping him up into his powerful arms, Matteo lifted him effortlessly.
Adrian stirred slightly in his sleep, his instincts taking over as his arms automatically looped around Matteo’s neck, clinging to his warmth.
Matteo carried his precious burden all the way upstairs and into their master bedroom.
He lay him down gently on the massive bed, Matteo decided against waking him up for a shower; Adrian looked entirely exhausted and peaceful. Instead, Matteo left him to rest and stepped into the bathroom alone to quickly wash away the sweat from earlier.
Once he was clean, he dried off and climbed into the bed beside his partner. He immediately pulled Adrian’s warm body back into his arms, cuddling him tightly against his chest as they both finally fell asleep for the night.
The next morning, it was the sharp ringing of Tony’s call that woke Matteo up.
Matteo stirred, lifting his arm carefully from around Adrian. Moving with practiced ease, he slowly lowered Adrian’s head onto the pillow, pulling the thick duvet up to cover his shoulders. He slipped out of the bed, walked toward the large floor-to-ceiling window, and sat down in an armchair before finally sliding the screen to answer.
"Hello," Matteo murmured, his morning voice deep and rough.
"Good morning, Teo," Tony’s voice came through the speaker.
"Give me a second."
"Okay."
Matteo quietly set the phone down and walked back over to the bed. He leaned down close to Adrian’s ear, whispering, "Good morning to the sweetest being on earth." He gently brushed a stray lock of hair away from Adrian’s face, leaning lower to press a tender kiss against his forehead, a fond smile breaking across his lips.
Satisfied his partner was still sound asleep, he walked back to the window and picked up the device. "Morning. Tell me, what’s the update?"
On the other end of the line, Tony replied, "Kevin is ready to apologize to Adrian. How do you want to handle it?"
Matteo glanced back at the sleeping figure on the bed. "I can’t say anything right now. Adrian is still sleeping. When he’s awake, I’ll seek his opinion and call you back, since the apology is meant for him anyway."
"Alright, sounds good," Tony replied. They shifted topics, discussing a few pressing security matters for a while longer before the call finally ended.
Setting the phone aside, Matteo walked back to the bed, climbed onto the mattress, and propped himself up on one elbow beside Adrian. Resting his head against his hand, he stared down at his sleeping partner.
As if sensing his presence, Adrian stirred and slowly turned over in bed.
Matteo watched him intently until Adrian’s long eyelashes finally fluttered open.
Blinking against the morning light, Adrian just stared back at Matteo for a quiet moment. He instinctively tried to scoot closer to his boyfriend’s warmth, but the sudden movement made him sharply wince, his features twisting in discomfort.
Matteo’s protective instincts flared immediately, his face clouding with concern. "What’s wrong, babe?"
Adrian groaned, burying his face halfway in the pillow. "My back hurts..."
"You must be sore," Matteo murmured, his eyes dropping slightly. "Is it coming from your entrance?"
Adrian pouted like a spoiled child, his lower lip sticking out. "Yes... It really hurts so bad."
Matteo sat up a bit straighter, letting out a soft sigh. "I’m sorry, love. I wanted to go gently, but you kept begging me to go harder and faster. That’s the result."
Adrian’s eyes snapped open, his pout deepening with mock offense. "Are you blaming me right now? Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it too!"
"I’m just saying we could have—"
Before Matteo could finish, Adrian completely leaned into the drama. His eyes welled with fake tears as he sniffled loudly. "Fine, it’s all my fault," he huffed, dramatically turning his back to Matteo and crossing his arms tightly over his chest, acting as though he had been terribly mistreated.
Matteo rolled his eyes, a dry smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He thought to himself, It is entirely too early for this brat’s drama.
He shifted closer, leaning over to press a soft kiss onto Adrian’s bare shoulder, then another right against his shoulder blade. "I’m sorry, baby," Matteo whispered, his voice softening to soothe him. "I should have cared more about your body instead of trying to argue with you. I’m sorry."
Adrian didn’t answer right away, only letting out a childish, sulking "Hmm" against the pillows.
"Okay, baby, tell me," Matteo coaxed, his hand moving soothingly along Adrian’s arm. "How can I make it up to you? Please, mine. Talk to me."
Slowly, Adrian turned back around. A triumphant grin replaced his pout as he raised his arms, wrapping them securely around Matteo’s neck. He looked up with a sparkling smile. "Cook for me." freewebnovёl.ƈom
Matteo froze, staring at him in disbelief.
"What? Babe, absolutely not. Not this one. I’ll do anything, but definitely not this."
He shook his head immediately.
"Don’t let me poison you. I don’t know how to cook a single thing. I know nothing about it."
Adrian’s smile vanished instantly. He threw the blanket off his legs and pushed himself to his feet.
Despite the soreness, he stubbornly began walking toward the walk-in closet, wincing slightly with every step.
"Fine," he huffed. "Since you can’t even cook for me, I’ll just get dressed for work and find something to eat when I get to the studio."
Matteo stood up and followed him toward the closet door. "Why are you acting like this?" he asked. "We have chefs for a reason. We can just ask them to make whatever you want. Why do you insist on making me cook? You know—"
"No!" Adrian shouted, spinning around to interrupt him, his arms full of clothes. "If you can’t cook it yourself, forget it!"
He turned back to his wardrobe, aggressively pulling hangers apart.
Matteo let out a defeated sigh, completely defeated by Adrian’s stubbornness. "Fine, fine. I’ll cook. Babe, please stop being so demanding." freёweɓnovel.com
Adrian crossed his arms. "That’s what I want. I want you to cook for me. If you can’t do it, I’ll just eat at the office."
"Fine. I already told you I’ll do it. I’ll cook for you."
Matteo looked straight at Adrian and pointed a finger at him. "But you’re coming downstairs with me and guiding me, because I seriously have no idea about cooking."
Adrian immediately dropped the clothes, a bright, victorious smile lighting up his face as he ran right back toward the bed. "Fine!"
They both made their way back to the bed. Matteo sat down on the edge of the mattress, shaking his head in defeat.
Adrian stepped right between his spread legs and looked down at him with a bright, satisfied smile.
"Come on," he said happily. "Let’s go freshen up together so we can head downstairs to the kitchen."
Matteo looked up at him, his hands resting on Adrian’s hips. Leaning forward, he pressed a gentle kiss just above Adrian’s navel.
"What about your back?" he asked softly. "You were complaining about it a minute ago."
"I’ll be fine. After breakfast, you’re going to give my body a long massage," Adrian declared, sounding completely commanding.
"Okay, baby," Matteo agreed smoothly. But internally, a dark, wicked smirk crossed his mind.
A massage... that will definitely turn into getting my dick back inside your stubborn ass, and I’ll make sure to use it to choke your throat. Maybe then you’ll be a little less stubborn.
Adrian took his hand and pulled him toward the master bathroom.
As warm water began to fill the room with steam, they stepped inside together.
Matteo watched Adrian for a moment before speaking. "Babe, I have something to tell you."
Adrian looked up at him curiously. "What is it, babe?"
Matteo gently rubbed his thumb across Adrian’s hand.
"Tony called me this morning."
Adrian’s expression immediately turned attentive.
"What happened?"
