Page 50 of Sold to the Devil
And of course, since no boy seems to understand the implication except for Enzo, he feels the need to explain it to them.
I'll kill him too.
“Big hands mean a big cock, Rigast.” He laughs louder, nudging my shoulder playfully.
I groan into my hands. This is really embarrassing. I feel Mattheo squeeze my thigh and I tense.
Oh shit.
He's going to kill me.
Fuck.
If I survive, I swear to the Gods that I will break Nancy and Enzo's necks.
“Did you tell them the size of my cock, my love?” He whispers in my ear.
I can sense the amusement in his voice and I groan again, shaking my head. I didn't say anything to them; they just jumped to conclusions once I admitted he is good.
Damn it.
“Oh, so I'm good, hm?” He chuckles softly, still whispering in my ear, and I lower my hands to glare at him.
“Get out of my head, Rigast.”
“You and I both know that will never happen, angel,” he smirks, and I roll my eyes.
I jump in my seat as the doors to the room burst open, slamming against the walls.
He is here.
Tom walks, or at least tries to walk, towards us. He stumbles and I frown in confusion.
Is he drunk on a Monday at 7pm? Really?
Fortunately, the teachers have already left for their building, and the students don't seem to mind. I turn to Mattheo, who is scowling at his brother.
“He's drunk, isn't he?” I ask even if I already know the answer. I want to make sure I'm not hallucinating.
He sighs heavily and nods. I turn my attention back to Tom to see he's reached us. He pushes past Enzo, who frowns but moves aside to let him sit next to me. Poor Enzo looks completely confused.
“Will you tell us why you're drunk, Tom?” I ask softly, my eyes roaming every inch of his face searching for answers.
He gives me a dark look and my lips part in shock. What's wrong with him? I feel Mattheo slide his hand around my waist, to pull me closer, trying to create some distance between his brother and me. Tom notices this and rolls his eyes before grabbing a glass. His grip is so tight his knuckles are white, and the trembling in his limbs caused by his drunkenness lessens somewhat. I look at my fiancé, confused, and see that he's as lost as I am.
“Looks like you partied without us, Rigast number two. Not cool,” Theo snickers, proud of the new nickname he came up with for Tom.
We all stare at him with wide eyes. Tom is drunk and in a bad mood, yet he's still teasing him.
This boy has a death wish.
I cry out in surprise as shards of glass fly towards me when Tom's glass shatters in his grip. Immediately, Mattheo stands up, pulling me with him and positioning me behind his muscular body. He glances at me quickly to make sure I'm not hurt before taking a threatening step towards his brother. Gasps echo around us, and I stand there, speechless.
Oh fuck. They're not going to fight. Are they?
“What the fuck is going on, Tom?!” Mattheo snarls, his fists clenched at his sides as he takes a stance that is both offensive and defensive.
His brother stands up and approaches him. So close that their noses practically touch when he leans forward. He doesn't say anything, just looks at Mattheo. His eyes are no longer the beautiful blue I'm used to.
