Page 70 of Sold to the Devil
“My task, darling.” I step back and he raises a questioning eyebrow before looking over to where my targets are. He gives them a scowl and then turns to me.
“Are you sure you want to do this now?”
I nod, a smirk playing on my full lips and he chuckles devilishly. Suddenly, I feel someone grab my hand, I look up to see my cousin, a big smile on her face and bright eyes.
“Come dance with me, baby!”
I laugh, give Matt my drink, and stand up, following her onto the dance floor. She places her hands on my shoulders while I place mine on her waist. We start moving our bodies to the music, her swaying her hips sensually while I do it more subtle. I know Matt wouldn't like it if I move and expose my curves too much.
I feel a gaze burning on my back and search for the culprit, smirking when I notice my fiancé's dark eyes. He eyes me up and down before clenching his jaw and I swallow. He looks angry and excited at the same time.
And I don't even move provocatively!
‘Yes, actually, you do,’he growls in my mind.‘Get your pretty ass back here. Now!’
I roll my eyes, kiss Nancy's cheek and walk back to the sofas. Mattheo immediately grabs my arm and yanks me onto his lap, wrapping his arms tightly around my waist, letting my back rest against his chest. He rests his chin on my shoulder and brushes his lips against my ear, making me shiver. I can also feel the bulge his erection is causing under my buttocks.
“You can't dance like that in front of the whole school, darling.”
I roll my eyes, giggle and cross my arms defensively. “I was just dancing, Matt. I didn't do anything wrong.”
I squeak as his fingers grab my chin harshly. He forces me to look at him, I swallow as I see the rage burning in his eyes. I can smell the alcohol on his breath and realize he must have consumed several drinks while I was dancing.
“Don't talk back to me,” he growls.
I nod quickly, and he abruptly releases my chin, placing his hand on my thigh with a firm grip. I look down, not wanting to see the looks our friends are giving us. They know how Matt acts when he's drunk.
And I hate reading the pity in their eyes whenever it happens.
Mattheo hands me my glass back, and I drain it in one gulp. My eyes scan the room, I immediately notice Jones's curly hair at the drinks table. The perfect opportunity to take action.
“I'll refill my glass,” I inform Matt, “do you want anything?”
He nods and asks me to bring him a whiskey. I kiss his cheek and stand, walking confidently. I use a summoning spell and conjure the vial of poison in my right hand, making sure no one notices.
Satisfied that no one is looking my way, I continue, finally arriving at the drinks table. Jones is still there, busy filling five glasses and placing them on a tray for her to carry out.
So I have to figure out which one is hers. Great.
I grab the bottle of whiskey and a tumbler while smiling at her. “Hi. I'm Aelys.”
She glances at me, surprised that I'm talking to her. Her lips stretch into a tight, somewhat uncertain smile. “Lucy, nice to meet you.”
I finish filling Mattheo's glass before setting down the bottle of whiskey and grabbing a new tumbler. My lips curl into a thoughtful pout as I pretend to look at the selection of drinks.
“I don't even know what to drink, there are so many choices,” I confide in a cheerful voice.
She seems to soften slightly, nodding her head in agreement. She points to a bottle of Malibu, she picks it up, her smile now friendlier as she pours herself a glass.
“I never know what to choose either. In those cases, a good old Malibu does the trick perfectly.”
I smile broadly in thanks and grab the bottle she hands me when she finishes pouring. I pour myself a glass while watching her fill the other four glasses with beer and mentally gloat. I can't miss the mark since she's the only one drinking something different.
I just have to figure out how to get the poison into her drink without her noticing.
Luckily for me, a young girl with pale pink hair approaches and starts chatting with her. I quickly glance over, checking if no one is paying attention, before pouring the poison into the glass of Malibu I just filled. I quickly switch it with the one Jones has prepared for herself.
I grab Mattheo's glass when she looks back in my direction with a friendly smile.
