MATTEO’s POV

As Carter spoke, I found myself staring at him. My mind drifted away completely, and I couldn't help but feel a smile forming on my face. She was perfect. Remembering the night before, I realized I had let my guard down, but I was okay with it.

 I was tired of pretending to be tough with her. My dad had been right; deep down, I was as soft as jelly. That's how Daya always toyed with my emotions.

 “Boss? Boss…”. I heard a faint voice call out, but I was still caught up in my head. The way she moaned under me, Her lips, undulating as she repeated...