You'll Fall For Me, Today or tomorrow

Matthew seldom got drunk.

At least, Clarissa had never seen him like this.

Besides, who would dare to force drinks on him anyway?

Having said that, drunk Matthew was a rare sight.

Clarissa was perplexed as to why Ryler and him started to drink as they chatted, and they drank quite a lot too. It’s so weird.

While Julia and the others were cleaning up, Clarissa transfixed her gaze on Matthew who was fast asleep on the sofa. His eyes were closed as his head was slightly tilted to one side. He wore a plain buttoned shirt and long pants for the house party with a few of his buttons undone, exposing his tanned skin underneath. There was not a hint of his usual cold and distant demeanor. His picturesque face was perfectly sculptured as he relaxed his slender legs on the sofa. The man put one hand on the armrest.

He looks so gorgeous, even when he’s resting.

Clarissa heaved a sigh, and chuckled the next moment.

She leaned forward and tapped on his shoulders.

“Matthew, wake up. Let’s go upstairs.”

The man did not respond.

Helpless, she helped him up by supporting his shoulders, attempting to get him upstairs this way.

However, just when she propped him up, Clarissa almost slumped to the floor from his weight. It’s true. Moving a drunk man is like trying to move a mountain. Julia came to her rescue and the two of them steadied one side each as they helped him upstairs.

After entering the bedroom, Clarissa threw the man onto the bed and tried to catch her breath. Meanwhile, Matthew narrowed his eyes as if he had just woken up. But then again, it seemed like he was still asleep.

Noticing the woman at his side, he instinctively reached out to grab her hand and pulled her toward him, making her fall into his embrace.

Matthew had his hands on her back, immobilizing her. Clarissa tried to struggle herself free but to no avail.

“Matthew!”

Clarissa increased her volume as she fumed with fury.

Matthew merely tapped on her back as if he was coaxing a child as he mumbled something.

Clarissa smiled resignedly.

She punched Matthew’s chest gently. However, the man turned around abruptly, pinning her underneath him. He did not open his eyes but he acted unconsciously as he caressed her all over. The man slid one hand into her shirt while his other hand was working to remove her pants. Matthew was mumbling her name all the while.

“Clare, Clare…”

“Stop, Matthew-”

It was a futile attempt trying to get a point across to a drunk man.

Her effort proved to be fruitless in face of his surmounting desire. It seemed effortless for him to pin her down as he immobilized her.

In the end, Matthew had his way with her as he claimed her with his eyes closed.

Clarissa furrowed her brows as she regarded the man on top of her. The man was obviously enjoying himself while all she felt was discomfort. She reached out and grabbed his waist tightly in an attempt to vent her frustration.

had only served to excite him as his movements became increasingly fast and furious. Clarissa could only take it

was going to let Matthew have it, sooner

pounding. He finally came to his senses

were only fuzzy images in his head. Nevertheless,

resignedly, slightly aggravated

sat upright and noticed that the crumpled shirt on

ounce of consideration for her, not to mention that he fell right back asleep last night after he was done. Of

for the bathroom. When he was downstairs, he was his usual self – the formidable

against the sofa as she sat in front of the

the footsteps. However, she did not turn around. Clarissa merely saved her work and opened the browser instead. She did not intend to pay

made his way to Clarissa’s back,

ears. The man smelled fresh after his shower with the lingering scent of

disgust with the man as she tilted her body to one side in an attempt to

why are

him. Matthew deliberately edged himself close as the woman dodged him every single time. In the end, he steadied her head

Matthew as she wiped her cheeks with her

you know

was shooting sharp little daggers at the man with her

if the daggers

and acted like he was in pain. Then, he sat on the floor, right next

heart

eyes at him. “Matthew, get real. What’s

brows. “Clare, I’m

“Who said you’re old?”

can be childish,

“You-”

rendered speechless as she glared at

eyes. The woman managed to dodge his touch and heard him bursting into a

kissed on it. She tried to struggle herself free but to no avail. His obsidian, deep-set gaze was

gaze. She cast him a sideways glance and averted her gaze as she tried to focus on

was laser-focused on her. Clarissa felt her cheeks increasingly hot with each passing moment while

Clarissa fumed with fury.

“Just go away.”

sounded frustrated, Matthew still found her

away and swooped her into his embrace in a swift motion. He grabbed her chin with one hand and steadied her head, planting

think I know why you’re mad,

as her

and kissed her

Will

then? Do you just do it with any woman who just happens to be by

clarified himself right away. “Clare, that was the only time I

And who can prove that you’re

can prove that I’ve

can order him to say whatever you

found it hard to refute her. “So how can I convince

again. There was no point in proving it since it was all in the past. I don’t have