Chapter 132


    Matilda finally got what Chloe meant by VIP treatment.


    No sooner had she settled into the booth than a line of young, dashing men approached, each one a


    fresh–faced Adonis, and they just plopped down around Matilda, their presence even more


    ostentatious than Chloe’sst shindig.


    The whole scene gave Matilda the heebie–jeebies, but Criss, on the other hand, lit up like a Christmas


    tree, mingling with the group of flirty waiters like they were old friends. The throbbing electronic music


    seemed to awaken every dark desire lurking in the corners of the soul. Under the kaleidoscope of


    lights, everyone’s face took on a different mask –ughter, anger, joy, and sorrow all yed out like a


    drama.


    Every time, Matilda felt as if the bar was some kind of modern–day purgatory, where everyone wore


    their vice on their sleeve, a parade of grotesque figures and mboyant characters taking turns on the


    stage of excess. Everyone amplified their senses to the extreme, drinking and squandering away


    precious moments of life, seeking nothing but a night of fleeting pleasure in a ce where no soul


    could find peace, tumbling again and again into the abyss.


    The guys around her were relentless in urging her to drink, Matilda, unable to fend them off, could only


    smile and decline, but when she couldn’t escape, she’d down the drink. As the alcohol burned its way


    down her throat, it felt as if her soul was spilling out from her silenced. lips. She leaned on the guy next


    to her,ughing as the lights flickered over her face, half in heaven, half in hell.


    Yvan and Adrian had been called over to the bar by some friends and unexpectedly ran into Matilda.


    She was nestled in another man’s arms; her lips stained a luscious red from the drinks she’d been


    having, looking every bit the enchantress of the night.


    Yvan’s Adam’s apple involuntarily bobbed, and his gaze darkened considerably.


    Feeling the scorching look on her, Matilda looked up and locked eyes with the man. She arched an


    eyebrow ever so slightly as if she hadn’t really seen him, then effortlessly passed her drink to the lips of


    the man beside her, her movements smooth and flirtatious as if she’d done it a


    thousand times before.


    Yvan stepped forward, with Adrian right behind him, and they made their way to Matilda’s booth,


    prompting a lightugh from her.


    “Care to sit and have a drink?” she asked.


    Yvan stared at Matilda, trying to see some sign of… anything different. But there was nothing. Matilda


    was probably drunk, her eyes half–closed, smiling at them fearlessly. “You looking for me for


    something?” she asked softly.


    Yvan scoffed. “Matilda, I underestimated your talent for seduction.”


    At that, Matildaughed again, leaning on the shoulder of the man beside her, looking utterly charming.


    “Yvan, my seducing someone – what’s it to you?”


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    A sting shot through Yvan’s heart, and he stepped closer, grabbing Matilda’s wrist. Her smile faded, her


    gaze sharpening as she looked at him.


    “Let


    I go,” she said, each word a clear, cuttingmand.


    “Matilda!” Yvan’s voice rose in pitch. Why was he so agitated at this sight? Why did the thought of


    Matilda leaning on someone else seem so damn painful? Why?


    Yvan’s inner turmoil found no outlet, and his grip on Matilda’s wrist tightened, the pain snapping her


    partly out of her drunken haze. She stood up, shaking off his hand forcefully. “I said let go of me!”


    Adrian stood behind them the whole time, silent, with a look in his eyes when he gazed at Matilda that


    was both deep and dangerous.