Chapter 42 Chapter 42

Chapter 42 Chapter 42
Elara's POV

Completely stunned, I opened my mouth in bewilderment at the rubbish matt sprouted.

“So, in other words, you fucked the red head to spare me the duty to, as well as to get back on your father?” I uttered incredulously.

Feigning remorse, Matt murmured. “Sorry.”

When I didn't say a word, he continued, reaching for my hands. “It's nothing really. It's just fuck…sex. Besides, she means nothing to me like you do.”

I jerked my hands away irritatingly. He was slipping off now. The bastard was making visible mistakes, and that gladens me.

Mustering a bright smile, I turned to him and said, “I understand. Especially in a place like this where practically every one is fucking on the dance floor, I can understand your situation.”

“Right?” Matt quipped, his brows upraised.

“Yeah.” I answered.

“I love how you understand me. How I didn't see this part of you for three years is alarming.” Matt rasped.

“It’s okay Matt, you can do anything you please.” I rolled out nonchalantly.

I saw his eyes jump in fury. “You're not angry?”

“Why should I be?” I returned.

The hall got louder, we literally shouted over the noise to be heard.

Matt's eyes jumped in fury. He really couldn't grasp why I was that passive about his escapades.

“You don't care that I fucked another woman?” He rasped.

“This isn't the first.” I muttered, praying for an end to this conversation.

To distract myself as well as him from, I started deliberately to whine and twist my body to the sound of the music. Somehow, that infuriated Matt more.

“Since you want to dance so badly, I will lead you in one.” He rumbled, rising to his feet, his hands extended.

Seeing no way to get myself out of it, I place my palm into his. I tried not to flinch as he squeezed tightly before stepping back so I could walk ahead of him to the already packed space that had been turned into a dance floor.

Heat spread across my neck. I could feel someone's eyes boring into my back. Probably Matt, pondering on how he could deck me. I whispered a prayer quietly that the yacht would continue back to the coast. I wanted really to be home, in my room.

As we passed by, I caught some waiters on standby with drinks and some sweets.

I grabbed a croissant, while Matt grabbed another drink. And if he kept at it, he was going to be drunk, and make a debacle out of me.

My heart jumped at the thought I started to have when I caught one of the staff from the far edge walking towards the room--probably a kitchen.

Although the basket she had was covered to conceal what she held, I however spied some ginger seeds.

The idea I was getting started to wash over me in delight. Because the hall was so packed, it was a bit difficult to make it to the dance floor, navigating the jammed and sweaty bodies. Oftentimes, we had to stop at an edge to wait out couples swaying seductively to the rhythm.

I knew the young girl holding the basket was going to have to make her way past the edge where we stood at the door. Even as Matt tugged my hand to.lead me on, I delayed a bit. And when the girl got closer, I got a whiff of what she carried, and started to smile devilishly.

Deliberately bumping into her, I snuck my hand into the basket and withdrew one garlic seed.

Apparently, it was garlic. Even at the thought, my face crumpled in horror. But I didn't stop to think about what I was about as I tossed the seed into my mouth and started to chew as we neared Matt's target--the room's very center.

“You don't care that I fucked an whore right? Perhaps, you will when I do you here.” Matt glowered with a grin. He seemed already tipsy.

Holding back a retort, I remained tight lipped so as to asphyxiate him the more.

Matt grabbed my waist tightly as he forced me to move. I went in with his demand until he forcefully rammed me against himself such that I gasped. I felt his erect manhood hard against my stomach.

“There was a reason I got you this dress, huh.” I muttered sleazily against my ears as his fingers found the high slit of my dress and started to trace lines on my laps.

I gagged, feeling the urge to retch so bad.

From across the dance floor, I caught sight of Davis’ face. He was looking at me like I was stupid. There was a dark scowl on his face. I watched him mutter something to the redhead as he rose to his feet.

In panic, I realized he was headed this way.

Matt lips found mine. But as he tried, I got my lips tightly shut and his frustration was getting to the brink because I felt his fingers pressed tightly against the curve of my neck.

Davis got closer. Every step he took, calculated.

If I didn't do something now, a fight was definitely going to break out.

Gingerly, I swooped my hands around Matt's neck and brought his head down to my lips while twisting against his body.

Matt gasped first in shock and excitement. But the next was in horror.

He tried to pull away but I locked my lips tightly against his as my eyes wandered to Davis.

He was closer…

Matt fought to free himself, but I was enjoying myself more. Hopefully, when Davis saw how much I wanted my husband, he was going to return to his seat.

But I was wrong, Davis got to us, and I held my breath wondering what he was about. Instead, he placed his hands firmly on Matt's shoulders and rumbled. “I need to have a word with you, son.”