Chapter fifty-three
I wake up to Matt's husky voice saying something in Spanish. He's so sexy when he speaks Spanish. I open my eyes and see Matt on the phone next to me, shirtless and hot as always.
Chest and arms covered in those glorious tattoos that I love so much. My favorite ones have to be that beautiful rose he has on his upper left arm and the scorpion that's on his lower stomach.
"Tengo que ir. Mi reina ha despertado. Adios, te amo." He stays on the phone for a second longer before hanging up.
"Good morning, my love," he says with a sunny smile. I climb on top of him, tracing his tattoos.
"I was looking at your tattoos," I say with a smile.
"When'd you get the rose?" I ask about the red rose tattoo. It's so pretty but kind of dark. The rose is wilting yet still has morning dew on the petals. The thorns are sticking out of the stem and the petals are falling off.
It's beautiful, yet dark.
"That was my first tattoo. I got it when I was sixteen. One of the best days of my life at the time."
"What about the scorpion."
"That was the second one that I got. It's my favorite tattoo. I think scorpion's are really cool."
"The scorpions my second favorite."
He smiles at me.
"Alright, time to get up. I'm taking you out to breakfast."
Shit. What time is it? I have school today.
"What time is it?"
"Yeah, yeah. You'll miss today. I already have the work for all of your classes. You're already late so there's no point in going."
"Hey, I never said I wanted to miss today."
"Well, I have some things planned today. For us to do. Plus, I got all your work so you won't be missing anything. Or I can do it for you."
I smile at him. He's really trying.
"I'll do it later. So where are we going?"
"Welllll......its a surprise. But first, we're going to breakfast."
"Ooohh....but I don't have any clothes."
"Right," he says and pauses for a second. "I'll take you to buy some clothes."
"No, I have clothes in my room."
"I don't want to stop by there."
"Fine. I'll buy some new clothes."
"Now, don't go getting any wrong ideas. I'm buying them."
"No, you aren't. My clothes, my money."
"My girlfriend, my money."
I smile at his calling me his 'girlfriend'.
"My boyfriend is being annoying."
"I'm paying for the damn clothes. End of discussion. Now go get ready."
I pout and cross my arms while sitting in his lap.
"Go. I'm getting a little wound up fighting with you. You don't want to see what I do when I get wound up."
"Fineeee......" I climb off his lap. "Mo Mo."
He rolls his eyes.
"I hate that name."
"No, you don't."
He stands up and grabs me by my waist.
"Yeah, you're right. Call me whatever the fuck you want." he leans in and kisses me slowly. Intensely. I moan softly.
"No, no, no. Don't' start that. I made reservations, so you need to go get ready."
"What about clothes?" he walks over to his closet and pulls out a pair of ripped jeans and one of his white t-shirts.
"Wait, are these mine?"
"Yep. You left them here."
I lean up and kiss him on the cheek before walking to the bathroom. I hear him mutter 'I love you' under his breath. I smile to myself before taking off Matt's white t-shirt and my undergarments. How many white t-shirts does he have?
I get into the shower and turn on the hot water.
I can't believe he told me things about when he was a kid, said he loved me, called me his girlfriend, and is letting me call him a dumb nickname that I made up. I think he might actually, really like me.
I start to bathe my body with a washcloth when Matt walks into the bathroom.
"No, Mami. She's in the shower."
"Quiero hablar con ella. No la invitarás, así que lo haré."
I wonder who that is.
I turn the water off and put the washcloth on. He looks me over once and winks before handing me the phone. He mouths 'my mom'.
"Hello?" I hear a sweet-sounding woman say. She has a little bit of an accent. I guess because she speaks Spanish.
"Hi, Mrs. Walker."
"Hello, dear. So nice to speak to you. How are you, chica?"
"I'm good. How about you?"
"I'm wonderful. I hear all about you from Matt. Although, he's keeping some secrets."
He rolls his eyes and smacks his forehead.
"What has he said about me?" I ask and stick out my tongue at Matt.
"He said that you're a beautiful young woman and that you make him feel happy and that he wants to give you everything in the world."
Matt is pretending to brush his teeth but he's starting to turn red as I stare at him.
"But anyway, tomorrow we are all having a family get together and I want you to be there. And bring Matthew."
I snicker a little at her calling him 'Matthew'.
"Okay, I'll be there,"
"That's wonderful, darling. It'll be so fun. Has Matt introduced you to Jon?"
"Yeah, I'm friends with Jon,"
"Well, It'll be him and his parents there, as well,"
"That sounds so fun. Thank you so much for inviting me. I don't think Matt had any intention of telling me."
I glare at him. He looks away quickly.
"Well thank you so much for informing me, Mrs. Walker."
"Call me Essie,"
"Okay, Essie."
"Well, I see you later Novah, hand the phone to Matthew please,"
I snicker again at her choice of words.
I hand the phone to Matt and he kisses my neck briefly. I scold him with my eyes and he flips me off. He walks back out of the bathroom.
"Mami, La única chica con la que te dejo hablar y me llamas Matthew. Nadie me llama así. Juro que es por eso que no tengo novias."
"No, you don't have girlfriends por la forma en que te comportas. Unpleasant behaviors."
I laugh to myself. I like his mom. Probably one of the only women who can put him in his place.
I get out of the shower, wrapping my towel around my body. I quickly dry off and start to put my panties and bra on. Matt walks into the bathroom, without warning.
"Matt, I'm changing!"
"Big deal. I've seen you in this less than that."
"So have I, Matthew."
"Stop." he scolds playfully pointing his finger at me.
I put the t-shirt and jeans on. Matt looks me over and walks out of the bathroom. After a few seconds, he comes back in with a grey shirt.
"Here." he hands me the shirt.
"I already have a shirt on."
"No, I can see your bra."
I roll my eyes.
"Matt, no."
"I don't want anybody gawking at you in the store."
"Too bad. I'm not changing because of your insecurities."
"Just put on the shirt. And it's not my insecurities. I want you safe."
"Wants someone gonna do? Rape me?"
I instantly regret my words. Why am I such an asshole?
"Shit. I'm sorry. That was insensitive."
"Just please put the shirt on, babe. For my peace of mind."
"Okay," I whisper, I take the white shirt off and put on the grey one. He takes out his phone and snaps a picture of me.
"Hey!"
"Smile," he says. I hide my face. "I need to take a picture of you,"
"Fine," I groan and offer him a nice smile.
"There," he says and puts the phone back in his pocket.
"Do you have a comb or a brush, maybe?"
"Yeah," he goes under the sink and takes out a black comb. He hands it to me and I comb through my wet hair, tying back into a bun. Since I don't have my normal curly-hair products, I don't want to leave it out cause it would just look like a frizzy mess.
"So, which store, exactly, are we going to?" Matt asks.
"Umm....we could just go to the mall, I guess. I only need to pick out one outfit."
"Okay,"
"Do you have any suggestions on what I should wear?"
"I'll see when I get there,"
He smiles charmingly and walks out of the bathroom.
I finish combing my hair then I brush my teeth.
After I brush my teeth I slap on some of Matt's deodorant and lotion since I have none of my own.
I walk out of the bathroom.
Matt is sitting on the bed, writing in a notebook.
"You should really get some better lotion," I tell him.
"I don't need better lotion. You should bring some of your stuff over here."
"And put it where?"
"Anywhere you want. I don't care,"
"Okay," I agree.
Its sweet of him to ask me to bring some of my stuff over here. I pick up my phone off of the nightstand.
Completely dead. Damn it.
I look inside the nightstand for a charger and see a pair of blue panties.
I take them out of the nightstand.
"Whose are these?"
"I don't know,"
"Well, they're not mine, so whose are they?"
"Probably....." he starts. "I don't remember, I'll ask Alessia if she left her panties here," he says casually. I make my way over to the garbage can and drop them in.
Matt chuckles.
"Or throw them away. That's cool too."
I glare at him and continue looking for the charger. I finally find the charger under the fucking bed and plug into my phone.
"Novahhh....." Matt calls.
"What?" I say angrily.
"Don't be mad at me,"
"I don't know. I just found a pair of fucking panties in your drawer. I have every right to be angry. How would you feel if you found my exes underwear in my belongings?"
"Come here," he says. I really don't want to.
"Novah, come here,"
I sigh and walk over to the spinny chair where he's sitting.
"I don't care about any other girls. And I'm being completely honest. I didn't do anything with them because I was going to give them back. I thought it would be so rude to just throw away someone's shit. Y'know?"
"Okay,"
I sit down on his lap.
"And what ex-boyfriend?"
I roll my eyes.
"They were nothing serious."
"They? There's more than one."
"Duh."
"Glad they're all in Florida."
"Yep."
"I'm happy I took your virginity,"
"Why?"
"Cause I don't trust anybody else. I always wondered how a girl like you was a virgin. I thought for sure you wouldn't weren't."
"Yeah, I never really found anyone special enough. Like, I had crushes and what not but no one really stood out."
"And what stood out about me?"
"You just felt...like...different. I don't know. You just felt different."
"Different good?"
"Yeah, I think so. I mean at first, I thought you were a jerk. I sill kind of do but I like that edge. Its kinda hot, y' know?"
"It is hot. You have that edge too."
He kisses me on the nose.
"My grandma has a cat named Mo mo,"
He rolls his eyes and chuckles.
"Stop that, Novah. My name is not 'Mo mo'" he says with dramatic air quotes.
"You're very handsome Mo mo."
He starts laughing.
"Okay that's enough," he says still laughing. "We're going to the store now,"
He takes me off of his lap.
"We're gonna come back here after we go to the store so you can change or whatever."
"Okay,"
"Alright c'mon,"
"Wait, are we going in your car?" I ask him.
"Yeah,"
I put my phone on the nightstand to charge and my keys in his drawer and we walk out the door.
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