[BL] The Mafia Boss Wants My Body-Chapter 3: Playboy Climb the Bed

He looked at Matteo, expecting him to deny it or correct the man. Instead, Matteo simply glanced back at him with a calm, unreadable expression.

"Yes," he replied coolly.

Adrian stared at him, eyes narrowing into a sharp, dangerous glare. This better be a joke, he thought.

Tony chuckled and gave Adrian a casual pat on the shoulder. "Don’t be shy, Playboy. Just do your job, do it well, and you’ll be fine."

Adrian let out a quiet, irritated laugh. Playboy? My foot. He was starting to wonder if anyone in this house had any sense at all.

"Follow me," Matteo said, his voice sharp as he headed toward the grand staircase.

Adrian hesitated, his feet rooted to the marble. He wanted to scream no, to turn and run, but he caught the glint of a holster beneath the blazer of a nearby guard. Calm down, Adrian, he told himself. Survival first.

He followed Matteo upstairs, passing two guards standing outside a pair of oak doors. They bowed as Matteo approached.

The master bedroom was larger than Adrian’s studio. The air carried the smell of tobacco and leather. A king-sized bed sat in the middle of the room, and wide windows showed the city stretching out below.

The door clicked shut behind them, its sound sharp and final. They were alone.

Adrian planted his feet, chest rising and falling with controlled breaths, as he faced Matteo in the center of the lavish room. "Did you just call me a Playboy?"

Matteo remained silent. He glided toward a high-backed velvet armchair, every movement smooth and predatory, like a cat circling its prey. Settling into the seat, he crossed one tailored leg over the other and fixed Adrian with a gaze that was heavy, unreadable, and impossible to ignore.

The silence only stoked the fire in Adrian’s gut. "You dragged me here. You let your friend insult me. Why?" He took a shaky breath, his voice finally finding its edge. "What do you want from me? Who the hell are you?"

Matteo remained calm. "Water or wine?"

Adrian blinked, thrown off balance. "What?"

"I can see you are under significant stress," Matteo noted, his voice a smooth, dark baritone. "You need to calm your nerves. So, water or wine?"

Adrian shoved his hair back from his forehead, pacing a small line on the expensive rug. "What are you talking about? I’m asking you a question! Who are you? Why am I here?"

"I can see you’re impatient," Matteo replied, unshaken by Adrian’s outburst. "But you need to stay still. Have a drink. Relax. Then we’ll talk."

Adrian realized Matteo was not going to speak until he sat down. He dropped onto the sofa across from him, feeling the exhaustion of the night settling in.

"Water," he muttered. "Give me water."

Matteo lifted a sleek landline from the side table. "Selena, bring some water."

A few minutes later, Selena entered the room with a glass of water and placed it in front of Adrian, bowed politely, and left the room.

Adrian took a long sip, trying to calm himself. He set the glass down and leaned forward, staring at Matteo.

"Answers. Now."

Matteo tilted his head, a faint smirk playing at his lips. "I’m surprised you really don’t know who I am."

Adrian scoffed. "Why? Am I supposed to know you? Are you some kind of politician? The President? The Governor?" He mentioned a few well-known names, his tone full of sarcasm.

Matteo’s expression turned serious.

"Those people?" he said slowly. "They speak loudly when they stand behind podiums and cameras."

He leaned forward slightly, resting his hands together as he looked at Adrian.

"But when I walk into a room..." he continued calmly, "they lower their voices."

The room fell quiet for a moment.

Then he said, "My name is Matteo Marcone."

He paused, watching Adrian carefully. "And saving you tonight was an act of generosity. Do not mistake it for kindness."

"And you, what is your name?"

Adrian remained silent, refusing to give up that last bit of himself. He stood up, smoothing his jacket. "Well, Mr. Marcone, thank you for the rescue. Truly. But I need to head home now. I don’t like to owe people, especially not men like you. Tell me, how can I repay your generosity so we can be done with this?"

Matteo looked him up and down, a slow, predatory calculation in his eyes. "What could someone like you possibly offer me?"

"Anything," Adrian said quickly, thinking of money, his art, or even a professional favor. "Whatever you want."

Matteo let out a quiet hum. "I already have everything I could ever want, money, power, influence. It all belongs to me."

He stood and walked toward Adrian until they were only a step apart.

Matteo glanced at the bed across the room, then looked back at him.

"But since you’re so determined not to owe me..." he said calmly. "You can repay me there. On the bed."

Adrian stared at him in disbelief. His eyes moved from Matteo to the bed and back at Matteo again.

"Is this a joke?" he asked. "Some kind of twisted game?"

Matteo didn’t smile. Adrian’s ignorance had caught his attention, but his defiance turned it into something else entirely a challenge.

"I don’t joke about what I want," Matteo said calmly. "Since you’re so determined to repay your debt, then do it properly. Climb into that bed."

"You are shameless," Adrian hissed, his face burning with anger and disbelief. "You chose to be generous, you weren’t forced. I’m a man, not some toy you can just order around. If you won’t make this reasonable, that’s on you. I’m leaving."

Adrian turned sharply and walked toward the door. Matteo did not move. He simply watched Adrian’s back in silence. Just as Adrian’s hand reached the door handle, Matteo spoke, his voice calm but firm.

"If you refuse, then the debt remains," Matteo said calmly. "And that means you’re still tied to me."

"Nonsense," Adrian snapped, his voice tight with anger. He didn’t even look back. "Who do you think you are?"

He yanked the door open and stepped out. The two guards flanking the entrance didn’t move, letting him pass like silent statues. Adrian stormed down the grand staircase, muttering curses under his breath. Climb the bed? Shameless. I’m a man, for God’s sake.

Adrian walked down the grand staircase. The guards stepped aside without saying a word, letting him pass. For a moment, he felt a wave of relief.

But just as he reached the bottom, Tony stepped into his path.

He was grinning with that infuriating, teasing smirk, one hand giving a playful smack in Adrian’s direction. "Oh, sweet boy! Leaving already? That was quick."

Adrian tried to push past him. "I’m going home."

Tony didn’t move. "That’s fine, sweetheart. Where is your code?"

Adrian stopped, frowning. The guards in the room were all watching him now, their hands resting near their holsters. "What code?"

"Didn’t Mat give you a code?" Tony asked, his voice dripping with mock sweetness. "You know, no one walks out these front doors without a digital clearance. A little permission slip, courtesy of the man you just left upstairs." 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

Adrian felt the blood drain from his face. "What?"

"If you don’t have a code, go back upstairs and get one, Playboy," Tony chuckled, nodding toward the stairs. "Without it, you’re not going anywhere."

Adrian stood paralyzed for a moment, his gaze darting from Tony’s amused face to the stone-faced guards flanking the exit.