You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Meanwhile, Clarissa began shouting like crazy again as Matthew carried her out of the restaurant.

“Help! Somebody, help! This man is trying to rape me! Help! Hey, let me go! I’m not finished with that b*tch! Let me at her! Let me at her, I said!”

This went on throughout the entire trip back to her apartment. It wasn’t until Matthew tossed her onto her bed that she finally stopped.

Matthew tidied up his messy shirt as he stood by the side of the bed and admired the petite woman before him.

Her eyes were shut as she rubbed her rosy cheeks on the blanket. Her skirt rode up during the struggle earlier, revealing a pair of smooth and sexy thighs.

As Matthew turned around to leave the bedroom, Clarissa opened her eyes suddenly and began giggling at him.

He stopped in his tracks, turned around, only to see her flinging the rest of her clothes off and wrapping the blanket over her naked body. She then closed her eyes again and was fast asleep shortly after.

Matthew gritted his teeth. He took a deep breath as he took one last glance at her before quickly walking out of the room.

Instead of going back to his place, he spent the night on the sofa instead.

The next day, Clarissa woke up with a hangover. She struggled with all her might just to drag herself out of bed. She was rubbing her forehead and tried to recall what happened last night as she made her way out of the bedroom.

However, try as she might, she couldn’t seem to remember anything after she got drunk. All she could think of was what Matthew said before she started downing those drinks.

He said, “Break up with him, then.” Does that mean he wants to break up with me?

A sharp pain tore through her chest at the thought of that. It was so intense that it felt suffocating, and she found her reddened eyes tearing up as well.

So I was cold and rude to him this one time. Does he really have to go so far as to break up with me? Am I just overestimating my importance to him, or is he just that petty?

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The shrill noise of her phone’s ringtone snapped her out of it. While looking for her phone, she saw a man’s clothes on the sofa.

This belongs to Matthew! He probably left it behind after changing, which would mean… He stayed here with me last night?

Feeling a lot better, Clarissa reached for her phone and answered the call.

“Hey, Clary! It’s Mom. Are you free anytime soon? Zach is thinking of inviting you over for dinner.”

“No, I’m not going.” Clarissa turned her down cold.

“Come on, it’s just for dinner. What’s there to be afraid of? Besides, you got into a fight with Yvonne last night, didn’t you? She slapped me the moment she came home and said it was all because of you! Don’t you think you should at least come apologize to her?”

Clarissa frowned. “A fight?”

it, I think I remember a tiny bit

pretend to be strangers forever if

says? I was just having dinner with my friends, okay? Geez, were you hoping

with

“That’s right.”

Come by for dinner this Saturday

before she could say anything. However, it wasn’t

picked up Matthew’s shirt from the sofa and clutched it tightly as she wondered what he was playing

with excitement when she got a call from Hector shortly

Corporation instead! I’m

out laughing in his office as he got off the phone. It’s clear as day what Ms. Quigley’s intentions are! Well,

after, and Hector was in Matthew’s office

Matthew shouted at him

please keep in mind that my services don’t normally cover such trivial cases like that of Ms. Quigley’s. Since I’m doing

“Get out!”

too big, Mr. Tyson. Your office will do just

and was about to say something when they heard

as she

“Hello, Ms. Quigley.”

polite smile in return before shifting her gaze towards

“Hi, Uncle Matthew!”

both nervous and flirtatious at

simply cleared his throat awkwardly in response, much to Hector’s amusement, as

proposed compensation from Twilight Company. They’ve agreed to all the requests so far. Is there anything else you would like to add

with, so she simply

be all. Thank you very much for your help,

credit, Ms. Quigley. I’m simply following Mr. Tyson’s orders.

that, Hector quickly left the office to give the

his head low the whole time

attention to Clarissa, she wasn’t complaining because

in complete silence, she was

cold as ice, and

awkwardness continued to rise, Clarissa

observing her from the corner of his eye periodically. He frowned

still here?” he

she walked right

Wham!

down at him, only to shrink back nervously when he

There goes my hand acting