#khadijah writes 💌

[simpson12]

Mr. Sturniolo ¹

pairing: boss!matt x assistant!reader

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warnings: some swearing, mention of nudity and sex, use of y/n, mentions of child abuse, mentions of past trauma, a small (i think) age gap—he's 31 and she's 25—and some kissing

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a/n: hello! this is my first fic, so please bear with me if this is a bit cringey to you🙏 this is the first part of a series. when the second part comes out, i will edit this one and put the link for part 2, part 3, etc. anyway, i hope you enjoy, my loves 💌

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divider creds: @bernardsbendystraws

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all work and credits goes to me. any form of copyright will be reported. thank you! —khadijah 💌

You sat in the chair, fumbling with the hem of your dress. Matt Sturniolo. Boss, and CEO, of Sturniolo Estate, a real estate company. He was hiring people to be his assistant.

Matt walked in, his gaze sharp as he focused on you. "Y/N Y/L/N, I presume?" he asked, his tone cold and sharp.

You nodded. Fuck. Suit. Tie. Watch. And rings. Oh my God, your breath left your soul.

"Shall we get started?" Matt sat down, going through papers.

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You got the job. You were in the elevator and the doors started closing when Matt came in, too. His eyes raked your body. You were wearing a sleek black dress with a little leg showing, white heels, and a necklace. You fumbled with your engagement ring, and Matt's gaze fell to your hand. You could've sworn you saw his eyes darken.

"Engaged?" he asked.

"Yeah," you said, smiling warmly.

Matt smiled forcefully and nodded.

When you guys got to your floor, he said, "Ladies first." He held the elevator doors open for you. You walked to his office and saw a bunch of people there.

Matt came behind you, his breath fanning over your ear. "I forgot to tell you. There's a board meeting today." He patted your arm twice comfortingly before heading in.

What the fuck. You walked in the meeting, taking a seat beside Matt.

Matt handed you some papers, then fumbled through his own.

"What am I supposed to do with this?" you whispered.

"Make yourself look busy." Matt looked at the projector screen, listening to everyone's pitches. You rolled your eyes.

"That's not much of an explanation," you snarled.

"There is no explanation."

You scoffed, but paid attention to the meeting for a good while...until your phone rang. Shit. Your phone buzzed instantly and you looked at who it was. Damian. Your fiancé's number rang in your face. You declined the call.

"Sorry. Continue." You smiled nervously.

When work was over, you dismissed yourself and went to the lobby, where Damien was waiting for you.

"Hey babe." Damian smiled, and pecked your lips.

"Hi," you breathed. Someone bumped into you, and when you looked up, it was Matt. He didn't apologize or anything.

"You know, saying 'sorry' could do you so much in life," you snapped at him.

"Sorry," Matt muttered, but you could tell he didn't mean it. His eyes narrowed on Damian. "This your fiancé?"

Damian outstretched his hand. "Damian Curtis. Nice to meet you, sir."

Matt glared at him, yet shook his hand. "Yeah, hi."

"Damian, let's go," you said, tugging on Damian's arm. "It was nice talking to you, Mr. Sturniolo, but we'd better get going. Have a nice evening."

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When you got home, Damian laughed. "Was that your boss or something?"

"Yeah," you muttered.

Damian pecked your cheek. "Anyway, wanna eat out today? I didn't make anything, and it's 7:30."

"Where would we go?" you asked, taking off your dress and accessories. You put on a sweater and jeans. You undid your bun, combed the silky tresses, then tying it into a ponytail.

"I don't know, just a restaurant."

"There's a new Italian place downtown." You sat on Damian's lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Sounds like a plan. Let's go." He kissed you once before picking you up and bringing you to the front door. "Put on your shoes and meet me outside. I'm going to be in the car."

You nodded then put on your shoes. A sense of dread filled you and you ran to the kitchen. You grabbed a pill, and downed it with water.

After that, you headed to the car with a smile on your face. "Let's go."

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When you got to 'Amore dall'Italia', you placed your orders and sat down at a table for two. Just then, Matt walked in, suit and everything.

Your throat felt lodged again. You grabbed your water and drank it, and what was supposed to be a skip ended up being the whole glass. Damian noticed this and pointed it out. "You feeling okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Matt turned around when he heard your voice, and your eyes locked.

His blue eyes pierced into yours, and you could've sworn you saw his Adam's apple bob.

To avoid Matt, when you got your order, you ate as fast as you could and headed home.

Damian's body collapsed on top of yours as he trailed kisses down your neck. "Fuck, you're perfect."

Suddenly, your clothes were off and he was pushing into, groaning from perfection. You moaned shamelessly, your nails digging into his back.

Soon, Damian needed to come. He knew the rule: pull out and then come. You couldn't risk getting pregnant.

"Please, baby," Damian whispered, his voice hoarse. "Let me come inside, please. Want to fill you up with my kids."

"No, Damian," you moaned as pulled out and slowly pushed back in. "You know the rule..."

"I know, but please, baby. I'm begging you."

"Damian—"

"Baby, please."

"Damian—"

"Y/N, fuck I'm so close. Please. Just let me—"

"I'm on birth control, Damian!" you finally snapped, your eyes going wide as you realized what you had just confessed.

"What?" Damian asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Baby, you know I've wanted kids for so long. Wh-What— Why would you do this?"

Your eyes filled with tears as you saw his sadness and hurt and betrayal. "I never wanted kids. You never listened."

"But why? Why don't you want kids?"

"My parents never got along, Damian. We were barely acknowledged. I don't want to do that to my kids if we had any." Tears spilled down your cheeks at the sight of Damian's anger.

"You're joking. You're fucking with me, right? You don't want kids because of your past?"

"Damian, you know how much my past hurts me," you sobbed.

"Y/N, I really can't right now. I'm heading to bed." Your heart broke at his brief dismissal, but you nodded.

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When you woke up that morning, Damian wasn't there. Tears filled your eyes as you swiped at your eyes, groaning. You had work today and you couldn't be late. Not again.

When you arrived at work, you brushed past Matt and sat at your desk, burying your face in your hands.

Matt approached you and put his hands on your desk, leaning forward. "You okay?"

You looked up, sniffling and wiping your eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You don't look fine." Matt's tone left no room for arguing.

"I had a rough night, that's all."

"Fiancé?" he asked.

"Wha— How'd you know?" You stood up, facing him, yet you still had to look up.

"I just sensed it." A long pause stretched out between the two of you before Matt said, "You sure you'll be okay?"

You smiled. You didn't really have a choice, did you? You had to be fine. "Yeah, I'm sure."

"Okay, good. I don't want to see you slacking. It'll look bad for my reputation." What. A. Dick.

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When you got home that night, all of Damian's things were gone. You sobbed harder than you ever had that night, wondering if you ruined everything.

You hated him. Oh my God, you hated him. Matt was always around. Always fucking around. He wouldn't leave you alone.

"Need anything else?" he asked, right after bringing you a coffee and croissant.

"No, I'm fine." You forced yet another smile, maybe your 5th, 6th, of the day?

He sat beside you. Great.

"You're sure you're okay?" he questioned.

"Yes."

"You know, Y/N," Matt said, chuckling softly to himself. "You're one of the strongest people I've ever met. I know you're going to get through this."

And as you headed home that night, his words kept playing in your head, and you began to wonder if that was true.

💌 :: anyway pookies this story is finally done 😝 i hope you liked it and part two is coming out soon!

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