Page 71 of Sold to the Devil
Yes! She didn't notice anything.
“It was a pleasure meeting you, Aelys. Have a good evening!”
I smile back, nodding my head. “The pleasure is mutual. Thanks for your suggestion to try the Malibu. I've never tried it before.”
She laughs softly and promises me I'll love it before taking the tray in her hands and disappearing into the crowd to join her friends.
All that's left is to wait for her to drink her glass and for the poison to take effect.
I return to Mattheo and our friends, sitting on his lap. His hands automatically rest on my hips and he pulls me closer to him. His hands rest on my thighs.
“It took you a long time to fill two glasses,” he growls in my ear.
I swallow at the anger in his voice. I kiss his cheek and hand him his glass of whiskey. “I had to distract Jones so I could slip the poison we found into her drink. She should be dead by tomorrow morning.”
He instantly relaxes and inhales, resting his head on my shoulder. I bite my lower lip to hold back a sigh of relief and look over at our friends. The girls have left, Theodore and Arthur too, while Cameron and Enzo share a joint.
Suddenly, Tom, Pryce and Sean appear and sit with us. I frown in confusion. Mattheo tenses like a bow, I look over to see him glaring at the three wizards.
“Brother,” he greets him through gritted teeth.
“Mattheo,” Tom grunts in response.
“What are they doing here?” My fiancé growls in a hostile tone.
“Oh, you don't know?” Tom smiles wickedly as he adjusts himself in his seat as if he were a king before continuing: “These are our new recruits.”
My lips part in shock and my eyes widen like saucers. They’re disciples? Them?
What the fuck?
Mattheo snorts disdainfully and pats my thighs, silently asking me to stand. He stands as well, putting an arm around my waist, still glaring at the three boys, his jaw set.
“We'll talk about it tomorrow,” he grunts.
He leads us away from the group, Enzo and Cameron waving at us, laughing like children. I laugh and wave back. Mattheo squeezes my waist, making me squeal, and gives me a dark look. I swallow and quicken my pace, realizing he wants me to walk faster.
I'm not afraid of him. He promised to never hurt me again, but when he's drunk, he's unpredictable. So much so that if we argue when he's drunk, it could quickly turn into a disaster.
This boy and his bad temper...
Once we arrive in front of our dorm, he opens the door and we walk in. He abruptly lets go of me and disappears into the bathroom. I sigh softly as I lock the door.
I grab my makeup remover wipes andfocus on removing my makeup. I take off my dress, leaving only my red panties and matching bra on. I head to the closet and choose one of Matt's T-shirts, which I slip on before slipping under the silk sheets.
Mattheo leaves the bathroom shortly after, wearing only his boxers. He joins me in bed, and I move closer to him. His arms wrap around my body, he holds me tight as I sigh contentedly against his warmth.
I close my eyes and smile softly when I feel him place a kiss on my head. Even when he's angry and drunk, he's always gentle with me, I know he'll never do anything I wouldn't want him to.
It's easier to let his anger consume him, but I know he'll never hurt me again.
“Good night, angel.”
“'Night, Matt,” I whisper as I'm already falling asleep.
CHAPTER 28
Aelys
