Billionaires: The Playboy. Carol Marinelli
then they remembered the rules and pulled their mouths rather than their bodies back.
‘When we win...we kiss...’ Matteo said.
She could live with that.
They were breathing so hard just staring at each other.
‘When we place, we kiss,’ he said, kissing her cheek as if it were her mouth and that made her laugh. ‘And if we lose,’ he continued, making out with her ear, ‘then we have to commiserate...’
He was still hard and still there, nudging her stomach, and there was the beautiful absence of fear, even when he pulled back and looked right into her eyes.
‘What does it feel like to win?’ Matteo asked.
‘Better than sex,’ Abby said, no longer scared to throw a flirty line.
And she expected him to laugh or to haul her closer in for more of a feel of his erection but instead he looked deeper into her eyes.
‘Then someone hasn’t been doing you right,’ Matteo said.
He intended to remedy that later tonight.
HUNTER SAW THEM.
He got out of his car and looked over and saw the woman he had left lying bruised and bleeding on a marble bathroom floor, and then pissed all over, now happy and free.
‘Whoa!’ The reporters shouted in several languages as Hunter kicked his car and threw his helmet down to the ground and then stormed off.
Abby and Matteo didn’t see a thing.
They were too busy laughing as Kedah informed them that Matteo was now the owner of an extremely temperamental horse!
‘Her name is Abby,’ Matteo said but she deliberately missed the inference.
‘I’m not temperamental.’
Or maybe she was, because Abby, who didn’t cry, almost did when she watched as Pedro stood in first place on the podium.
‘I almost want a glass of champagne,’ Abby admitted as Pedro sprayed the crowd with the same.
The Carter team was in second place and Evan grinned and waved and took the dousing.
Hunter attempted to do the same.
It was a good day.
A brilliant day.
And the world was waiting for the press conference.
Oh, they were an arrogant lot, Matteo thought as the drivers came in and took their seats.
Pedro sat there grinning; so, too, did Evan. Even Hunter had recovered from his hissy fit and that assured smile was back on his face.
‘I have to congratulate Pedro...’ They were the first words out of Hunter’s mouth.
He was charming, said a reporter standing to the side of Matteo and Abby.
‘Narcissists generally are,’ Matteo drawled.
He didn’t like him.
‘I lost my focus for a second,’ Hunter conceded, ‘and Pedro took his chance.’
Hunter made it sound like he had lost rather than that they had won and Matteo felt Abby tense beside him.
‘Don’t worry about him,’ Matteo said, without looking over to her. ‘You know you won.’ He then listened as a reporter asked Hunter a question.
‘What about your reaction after the race? You seemed pretty angry.’
‘Ha.’ Hunter shrugged and then spread his hands, holding his palm to the sky. ‘I guess I’m not used to it...’ And then he put down his hands and looked straight over to Matteo as he spoke on. ‘I tend to get there first.’
Matteo didn’t know that he had hackles till then, yet he felt them rise and he watched as Hunter’s gaze moved to the woman who stood beside him.
‘That was for me...’ Abby said and Matteo frowned because her voice was slurred.
His newly discovered hackles were still up and Matteo put an arm around Abby.
‘It’s okay.’ He didn’t know what was going on but he could feel Abby’s distress and he tried to reassure her.
But all she could hear was Wah-wah-wah...
The rest of what Matteo said she lost.
There was a roaring in Abby’s ears and her chest felt closed and she could feel that her lips were tingling.
‘I can’t breathe...’ she gasped.
‘Abby...’ Matteo said, but then she lost track of his deep smoky voice again and she made one last desperate plea.
‘Don’t let Hunter see me like this.’
Matteo got her out of the press conference and to a horrid plastic seat, where he sat her down and told her to cup her hands over her face. ‘You’re having a panic attack.’
He was just calm.
On the outside.
Matteo never let anyone glimpse his fear.
He went over to a guy who was walking past and tipped the man’s burger into his hand and returned to Abby with the paper bag. ‘Breathe into this...’ Matteo said and he just kept on talking in his lovely deep voice and telling her she would soon be okay. ‘It will pass soon,’ he assured. ‘My sister Natalia gets them and they pass. I promise.’
He just sat with her the entire way through it. Abby was sweating and white and her eyes were wide open and looking into his as she breathed in and out of the paper bag and then moved it aside.
‘He lost,’ Abby said and, with a sinking feeling, Matteo knew, he just knew, that they weren’t talking about Hunter losing the race today.
Matteo felt sick; he actually did but he just looked back at her.
‘He lost a race...’ Abby said. She could not do it in full sentences. ‘I was ending it. We’d only gone out a few times. We’d never...’
And he didn’t know what to say.
‘He got so angry.’
Matteo just didn’t know what to say.
‘I told my father. He said not to report it.’ She shook her head. ‘You see, I was drunk...’
And now Matteo did know what to say.
It was his first rule.
‘Then he should have seen you safely home.’
‘I was in his hotel room.’
No, he would not let her go there.
‘Then he should have checked into another or put you to bed and slept in the chair,’ Matteo said. ‘There’s no excuse for what he did.’
‘It was so violent.’ Abby relived it just for a second and she watched Matteo blink, not once but three times, and then he responded.
‘He should have treated you like glass,’ Matteo said.
‘It was my first time...’
‘Crystal glass, then,’ Matteo amended. ‘And that was not your first time—that’s not sex.’
‘It’s the only sex I know.’
And then her panic came back because they were coming out of the press conference. ‘He can’t see me like this.’
Yet she couldn’t stand.
‘What if we look like we were having