Monster in My Bed

Chapter Seven | Stupid Wall-Hole

He's the crazy one! Not me!

"You can't just throw me over your shoulder and lug me around like I'm your woman!"

"You are my woman."

"You can bite me," I snapped, wanting nothing more than to throat-jab him.

"Don't tempt me," he warned making me go silent for a solid three seconds. I won't lie. The offer would normally sound very enticing to me, but the fact that he was carrying me around as if I were a sack of dog food managed to make me about five times more annoyed than I already had been.

"Ugh!" I grunted out angrily with my teeth clenched together. Not really thinking over my actions, I just slapped him—right on the butt. I literally just smacked his butt not even caring until seconds after I did it. Matteo just stopped in the middle of the hall at the impact of my hand.

"Did you just smack my ass?" I could just tell by the way he said it that he enjoyed every minute of it.

"Yeah, and I would seriously do it again if I didn't like it as much as I know you just did," I huffed.

After Matteo laughed at me pouting for thirty-seven years, he took me back up to his room. He didn't just walk into his room, though. He had to stop and make a comment about his wall-hole.

"I'm going to put a hole through your head if you don't shut up about your stupid wall!" He only chuckled at my threat and continued into his room. He tossed me onto his bed. I landed on my back, and the granola bar in my hand went flying through the air, smacking into the wall.

"My granola bar!" I shouted bounding off the bed to retrieve it. Matteo watched me with his arms crossed over his chest. I'm sure if I could somehow get into his beautiful head, he'd be thinking, 'what kind of thing am I mated to? Honestly. What is wrong with her?' I gathered all that from the look on his face.

I opened up the granola bar as I made my way back to the bed. Plopping down on my butt, I munched on a piece of my granola bar while Matteo just continued staring at me.

"You can speak, you know?" I said mid-chew.

"I'm waiting for you to eat that first," he stated nodding at the granola bar. I furrowed my brows in confusion at first, but then remembered that he's annoyed by the way I chose to feed my body. I rolled my eyes at him before setting the granola bar down on the bed and swallowing the food in my mouth.

"Happy?" I asked, still annoyed by his existence.

"Very," he concluded making me roll my eyes again. "If you keep rolling your eyes like that, your eyes are going to roll out of your head."

"Ha ha," I laughed humorlessly at his sarcastic comment, "funny."

"Awe, thanks," he said with a smile pulling his hand up to cover his chest, "I know."

"What are we doing here anyway?" I grumbled.

"Is it a crime that I want to know the person who tried to bang my beta?" He asked kind of making me go dead. What do you even say to that?

"Um," I drug out not sure what to say, "no, but I don't think it's normal."

"Why not?"