Chapter 58
Mateo’s POV
“Mr. Reyes?”
The formal, artificial label slipped from her lips like ice, cutting through the warm morning air of the grand hallway.
I narrowed my eyes, my gaze tracking the subtle twitch of her jaw, the defensive posture of her crossed arms, and the flat, completely detached expression she was trying so desperately to project.
Just hours ago, those same soft lips were wrapped around my neck, screaming my name into the dark while her p***y clamped down around my d**k, milking every drop of my seed out of me.
Now, she stood at the foot of the staircase, acting as if I were nothing more than a stranger who happened to sign her mother’s marriage certificate.
It was almost cute how hard she was trying.
“Mr. Reyes?” I echoed softly, stepping closer until the sha
