The Vampire's Soulmate (BWWM) (Complete)

Chapter 2: Party Killer

"Dude, when are you coming home? You've been out all night."

I giggle, "I came home last night, your dumbass wasn't there Rea."

"Oh damn, well we're going out tonight are you coming?"

"She's coming!" Jas yells in the background.

"Great, be at the apartment at eight" Reagan states before hanging up the phone.

Great now I have to find a way to get away from Matteo. Pretty sure that's going to be the hardest thing I've ever done in my life. The car stops and I get out going into the familiar building. For some reason he grabs my hand as we walk through the lobby. What the hell is his deal? One minute he's threatening my friend and I then the next he wants to hold my freaking hand. The extra messed up part is I like it. I like how my small hand fits perfectly into his huge calloused one. I like the contrasting skin tones. Am I really attracted to this crazy demeaning man I barely know?

He pulls me into what appears to be the master bedroom. The wall opposite the door is all windows. What is his thing with window walls? Against it is a black king-sized sleigh bed. There's a door to the right and the left which I'm assuming one is a bathroom and one is a closet. There is a TV mounted on the wall of the doorway. He pulls me to the left and into a huge walk-in closet. Damn this is as big as my room at the apartment. I noticed that the whole right side is missing clothes.

"I have someone bringing some clothes for you within the next few days" he states gruffly.

"Excuse me?" I gasp turning to look up at him.

He hisses, "what did I say about repeating myself?"

"I'm not moving in with you psycho!" I shout removing my hand from his grip.

"You are really beginning to piss me off!" he booms.

"The feeling is mutual! I've known you for barely twenty-four hours and you expect me to just move in with you! You could be some serial killer or something!"

He laughs, "if I wanted to kill you you'd be dead already. I really don't want to hurt you tesoro." He moves closer to me so that our bodies are barely an inch apart. "I run shit here, don't fucking think otherwise." He places a kiss on my forehead before walking out the closet.

I groan stomping my feet before walking out. The shower turns on just as I sit on his bed. So suddenly I'm forced to live with someone I barely know? He must really think I'm freaking stupid. How would I even go about telling my best friends? 'Oh hey you guys know the dude I left the club with the other night? Well he wants me to move in with him.' They'd kill me their dang selves. I'll be damned if I'm going down without a fight. He'll have to kill me before I agree to live with him. The door suddenly opens revealing two guys, one is of average height, tan perfectly with his hair cut on the sides and the center gelled back and blue eyes. He has on a fitting grey suit. The other guy is of chocolate complexion with brown eyes and a curly fade. He has on black joggers and a white T-shirt. Damn they both look good.

"Hello I'm Danica, a friend of Matteo's" I say with a smile breaking the silence.

"Damn you're gorgeous" grey suit says eyeing me.

I giggle, "thank you."

"I'm Carmine and he's Giorgio" chocolate guy says.

"Nice to meet you both."

My phone rings just as Matteo comes out the bathroom with just a towel around his waist. Oh lord almighty. His body must've been sculpted by the Gods themselves. A perfect six pack leading down to a cut V and straight down to his manhood. He has a brazen M on his left breast but even that was hot. Not to mention the tattoos marking his upper arms. Damn him for being so hot. So distracted by this man's body I hadn't notice he took my phone right out my hand. I attempt to get it back but he pushes me back down on the bed.