The Wrong Type of Seduction

72 Matt, Sorry Not Sorry


72: Matt, Sorry Not Sorry

Matt ran after Val and pleaded with her to talk, but she slammed Pam’s condo door in his face. What did she find out?

Using Pam’s spare key, Matt entered the condo and found Christophe in the living room pulling out his erector set.

“Shhhh,” Christophe said placing his finger over his mouth. “Mommy’s not happy.”

“I know. I think its my fault.”

“Then you should apologize. Mommy says apologize when its my fault.”

“You’re right,” Matt said walking past him, ruffling his hair, and making him giggle.

Matt walked into the spare bedroom where Val kept the other half of her belongings and watched quietly as she put on jeans and a t-shirt.

“You conspired against me with my uncle?” Val asked calmly even as she nearly kicked her feet into her sneakers.

So…this was why she was angry. “I want you and Christophe protected. Your uncle is the reason Christophe remained safe after Domenic took-“

Something flew past Matt’s head silencing him. He turned to see a small rectangular razor blade embedded in the wood doorframe. Holy shit…

“Now that I have your attention. Let’s not do these things again without my permission, understood?” Val asked right by his ear and he turned his head to find her right there in his space looking deadly and sexy.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s not enough but I love you too much to-“

She put her hand over his mouth. “Puppy, your apology is hollow because I know you would do it all again given the chance. And we both know you’re only sorry that you upset me, nothing more. So save it.”

He nodded.

“You’ll inform me next time right?”

He nodded.

“Good. I’m going to go update building security, there are far too many vulnerabilities that can be exploited and that makes me uncomfortable. You go plot and plan. But don’t expect me to sleep with you. And this will be the last time I touch you for a…long time.” She walked past him out the door.

Hard headed, Matt followed. “Take Mr. Walthour’s offer. It will help explain the reason why you’ll have so many bodyguards now. Otherwise, he’ll think its suspicious that you acquired so many guards for someone who isn’t in the family anymore. It will keep him from investigating the code.”

“Fine. Chris, did you find my tools?”

Christophe nodded pulling a worn leather tool belt from his erector set box and held it up.

“Come, we’ve work to do.”

“Yes, ma’am. Bye, Matt,” he said running behind his mother.

“Later, DC.”

Matt moped back to his apartment and found Bailey at the table waiting for him. When he saw no Cody or Tyler, he knew it was time for a lecture.

Matt had never had so many lectures from Bailey in his life. But then again, Matt had been pretty good at staying out of trouble before now.

He slunk up to the table and sat, waiting.

“How is she?” Bailey asked.


“What happened?”

Matt gave him the abridged version leaving out the code. He lay his head on the table not guilty for what he did, just miserable at how Val was handling it. 

“You knew this would happen when you asked Tyler for help.”

Matt nodded, forehead rubbing against the wood finish.

“But you did it anyway. You probably would’ve come out better working without him. Less collateral damage.”

“Fast and effective means breaking bones…I know. I know. But I can’t apologize for wanting Domenic away from her sooner rather than later. I want him away, period.”

“I get it.” Bailey leaned back in his chair, stretched out his legs, and crossed his arms over his chest. “But now you’re going to have to live with the consequences. The fact that she hasn’t left you means she loves you and doesn’t plan to throw you away. If she is like me, I think you hiding so much and using her loved ones without her permission hurt her trust. Matt, I know you. I know you could have talked her into it without using Tyler. You could have done better.”

Matt blew out a breath.

“You’re not the impatient type.”

“When it comes to everything else.” Matt admitted. “But when it comes to Val…Bailey, I assaulted her in a state park in broad daylight. Like a damn criminal. When it comes to Val, I lose my fucking mind.” He turned his head to looked up at his brother when he never replied.

Bailey’s face looked horrified. “You?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “And I’d do it again.”

His brother laughed. “Dammit, Matt, if she hadn’t killed you because of that, then I give it twenty-four hours before you have her back in your bed.” Bailey stood patting Matt’s shoulder. “Hell, if you wait longer she might come to you willingly. But with this newfound impatience-“

“Eight hours. I’m only giving her eight hours to cool off. Then I’m probably going to have bruises in the morning.” He grinned already formulating a plan.

Bailey shook his head leaving the condo saying, “My brothers for all their genius, are morons.”


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