The young wife went upstairs, she felt embarrassed with tear streaming down her face.
She knew the man was not going to hurt her. Yes it was just a reflex she have gotten used to for the past four years since she got married. She just couldn't help it.
Mateo went after her, his eyes drawn to all parts of her body he saw from behind. He knows it looks better than even what he thinks in his mind. Why am I thinking this way at this moment he scolded himself.
Stephanie gathered her thoughts and composed herself in the best way she can, she walked to the end of the hallway and opened the last door, showing him his room.
"Mr mateo, this will be your room for all your stay while here, the maid has cleaned the room and put in fresh toiletries in the bathroom for your use while here". Ignoring the intense looks he was giving her right into her soul.
Mateo thanked her and walked into the room and closed the door quietly.
She brushed pass him while leaving slightly touching the same body she's yearning for, before going into the next room.
"Mr. Joseph. This will be your room. The same applies to you, you can let us know if you need anything, you can call my attention about it so it can be done. The young wife smiled and it caused mateo to smile too from his door, because how can someone be effortlessly beautiful and she's not even aware.
Stephanie looked at Mateo's door and their eyes met, mateo couldn't stop staring too, his golden eyes melting into hers.
Mateo room was okay and good for a guest room, before he could try to get her attention again the young wife had already left.
The young wife sat on her bed and cried, the tears were streaming down uncontrollably and she was trying to control herself. She knew that her desire for the stranger would get worse knowing she was just a door away from him.
She was terrified of doing anything irrational, but how can she handle it?
The sound of the door being slammed downstairs, caused her to wipe her tears and taking in a deep breath, before going downstairs to welcome her husband home.
"Sir. Stephanie said before placing a kiss on his cheek welcoming him back , Logan smiled and squeezed her hand then nodding his head back.
Have they all settled in into their respective rooms? Yes she replied.
Good then he said before walking into the kitchen, he saw empty dining and few of the chairs moved a bit out of place. Indicating that people have been there, he looked at the sink at balled his fists he was angry at his wife for not doing the dishes.
What is this? He yelled, was his hands over the sink filled with dishes.
"I will do the dishes now". She replied while panicking as she walked passed him towards the sink. She gaulped, as tears filled her eyes. As he gripped her arms so tight while pulling her to face him.
" You are just so stubborn, aren't you?" He hissed and grabbed her neck harshly, causing her to cry out in pain.
"I am sorry". She cried out as his fingers dug into her skin harshly, with her eyes closed because of the pain she felt, he slapped her face again inflicting more pain. She cried more as his fingers scratched her face, the blood from the scratch dropped on her dress.
One of her favorite dress is now ruined, as she cried and with the blood still dripping, she sat down deep in sorrow.
You filth get up and clean this place up, the shower and change you're a disgrace, he hissed taking off his hands from her neck aggressively, before walking off to his office shutting the door hard.
Stephanie sniffed, with tears streaming down uncontrollably she started washing all the dishes, feeling more hopeless than what she has felt everyday since met him.
Mateo hands were balled into fists as he watched her crying silently, wiping the blood and tears from her cheeks and touching her sour neck he held, making her flinch in pain.
Mateo after watching what just happened, all he wanted to do was take the young wife in his arms and take her far away from this disgrace of a man, he now saw him for who he truly was.
Instead, he walked into the kitchen and tapped on the young wife shoulder causing her to jump out of fear.
"Oh sorry, I didn't see you come in." She sniffed, wiping her face quickly.
She continued washing the dishes without looking at mateo even for once.
Mateo grabbed a towel from the kitchen, opened the fridge and carried few ice which he wrapped in the towel. Before walking towards her, Stephanie deep in thought didn't see him approach her.
Mateo gently turned her around to face him, causing the young wife to look into his eyes with pain in hers, he slowly placed the towel on the swollen part.
"Here take. Go sit down, I'll do the dishes and tidy up the kitchen." Wiping the stray tears still falling from the young wife eyes.
Stephanie nodded, unable to say a word as she was shocked at the kind gesture which was surprising to her. Holding the towel to her face she sat down, as she watched the Italian man clean up the mess she left earlier on.
He smells so good, as she watched him do the dishes while his muscles flexed, he washed them and placed each utensil on the counter.
I wish I can rip his head off his shoulders, mateo growled in his head as he cleaned the mess that wasn't really a mess, just a couple of dishes and pot.
The rest of the day went by slowly, with the young wife staying in her room for the rest of the afternoon, she cried herself to sleep only waking up when it time for dinner. She fell asleep but woke up to the loud sound of the machine the men were working with, causing her to abruptly wake up.
She changed her dress in no time, putting on a t-shirt and long pants. She put on her sandals then walked downstairs. She saw the workers cutting up large woods with their chain saw including mateo, his face looks so focused with work that she couldn't help but stare at the way his muscles flexed and he was soaked with sweat, his jaw moving as he worked tirelessly.
What a sight to behold she mumbled quietly to herself, Stephanie grabbed three glasses, filled each with water and ice and placed the on a tray, before taking it to them outside.
"How's it going?" She asked, making the workers look up at her. Mateo smiled at the young woman, taking in her appearance. The t-shirt she wore clung to her chest, his eyes taking in all her curves as her breasts sat in her bra.
He walked over and smiled at her while grabbing a cup of the cold water from the tray to drink, the young wife watched as mateo swallowed, the muscles in his throat flexed causing her to feel warm, but not from the sun setting out.
Thank you, that's thoughtful of you mateo told her as he dropped the cup on the tray. Stephanie nodded, she smiled back at mateo as she was analyzing the warm looks on his face, mateo saw her staring and used the opportunity to touch her face. Gently turning it both sides, analyzing the scar that sat on her cheek.
"Does it still hurt?" He asked quietly. Stephanie shook her head no, her face burning with embarrassment. Mateo nodded, and put back on his goggles then returning back to work.
The young woman placed the tray on the patio table, while walking back inside in a daze from feeling the man's hand touching her face. His hand was so big that she thinks he could hold her entire head in his hand.
Smiles.