Bride Of Hades - Chapter 167

Anger was not the only feeling running through Matthew, hate, loathing, rage, and pain. Pain from being betrayed by Jane and Finn, the two people he trusted most in the world, had gone behind his back and stabbed him.

He tried to figure out what had gone wrong, was it his fault? He was loyal to her, respecting all her wishes. She was the woman he was going to marry and spend his life with forever, yet it seemed like he didn’t really know her.

Was it because he was not as charming as Finn? He knew he was not as expressive about his emotions, but he had a lot on his plate, and he had to be rigid and stern if he wanted people to follow him.

He kept beating himself up about going on the business trip, maybe if he didn’t go then he and Jane would still be together. But maybe he was not really at fault. While he was away, he made a point to call her every day and every spare time he got. In the beginning, she would answer his calls and be usually sweet, but as the weeks passed by she always had an excuse as to why she couldn’t talk to him. Work and overtime were always on the list, now it seems she avoided him because she was already dating Finn.

When his parents learned about the news, they were sad because Matthew did not deserve to be cheated on, but on the other hand, they were also relieved because they knew that Jane could never have measured up to be his wife.

To shield himself from all the gossip and social ridicule, he drowned himself in the family business. He was the clan leader of the Santoris family, and he had no time to wallow in self-pity and rejection.

Nights would be spent at the club with his friends just so he could forget.

“Matthew, look around you, you are surrounded with all these beautiful women, pick one and get it done.” said one of them.

“Was she even good in bed? Go get laid so you can forget about her.” another one chided.

“C’mon, I’ll send someone to your room. Tell me which one.” His friends were well-meaning, but he had no intention of bedding one of them. Sleeping to get even with Jane was not going to help him forget.

He was absently looking at the dance floor when something shiny caught his eye. Daisy was in the middle of the club wearing a short sparkly dress dancing as if she had no cares in the world.

“You know Daisy right? Don’t even think about it, you’ll never get anywhere with her. She just likes to tease the men around her,” his friend said when he saw Matthew looking at her. He smirked.

Yesterday Daisy had barged into his office even though he gave explicit instructions not to let anyone in. She scolded him for working himself to the ground, “Hiding and moping around will not give you back what you lost. Do you think your ex is thinking about you while she is romancing her new boyfriend? Stop ruining your life.”

It bruised Matthew’s ego that someone he barely knew was talking to him so bluntly, only his parents were allowed to talk to him in such a manner. But what bothered him more was that she spoke the truth, he was self-sabotaging to forget Jane.

Matthew stood and walked towards Daisy.

“Hey!” Daisy screamed when someone grabbed her hand. But smiled when she saw it was Matthew, “Hey, it’s good to see you out and about.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said with narrowed eyes.

“Why not? It’s a club, and I’m here with my friends,” she replied with a grin.

“Clubs are not safe for women, go home,” he ordered.

She rolled her eyes, “Stop acting like my dad,” then turned away.

He held her shoulders steering her to the door. But Daisy taunted him, “Wait, are you drinking because of her again? She’s not worth it.”

Matthew’s temper increased, why does she keep on poking at him when she knows the truth? He had an inkling she was going to do this to him, but there was something that compelled him to talk to her. Maybe it was the alcohol.

He held her body closer to his, “Then who’s worthy of me? You?”

She was unperturbed, “That’s something you should decide for yourself.”

“And how do I do that?” he snapped.

Daisy stared at him eye-to-eye. Matthew had never closely inspected her face before, and amidst the dim lighting in the club, he was struck with her beauty. Her eyes were staring straight into his soul, waking up something inside of him he had no name for. And after the blink of an eye, he found his lips tasting hers.

Her whole body stiffened, but his lips were relentless, and the assault of his lips felt so good, so she felt herself reciprocating his kisses. He sucked on her soft sweet lips, his tongue seeking entrance, and as he broke the kiss, he knew it was not enough, he wanted more.

They were both breathless, her skin tinged pink, but aside from these indicators, he could not read what she was feeling. He was incensed, this woman in front of him infuriated him. Scooping her up in his arms he headed to the VIP rooms upstairs.

She did not protest, so he saw that as consent. The VIP room was spacious and elegantly decorated, but none of them noticed that as Matthew kissed her passionately and hurriedly took off their clothes.

He gazed at Daisy’s breathtakingly naked body before he joined her on the bed and explored her with his hands and his mouth. The scent she gave off was intoxicating, and together with the alcohol in his blood, he gave in.

She knew what she was giving up when he took her into this room, but she could not stop him, she moaned and ground her hips against him in complete surrender. And as passion overcame him, he entered her in one swift motion making her cry out in pain.

There was no going back now, now that he took her purity, and all he could do is make her feel better and enjoy the ride. He kissed her lips, diverting her from the pain, and when her body softened up, he continued and took them both to fulfillment.

They let their bodies talk the whole night, speaking a language only lovers knew.

The next morning, Matthew struggled to open his eyes. He had a headache, and for a second, he forgot where he was. All he remembered was that he drank too much last night.

But when he closed his eyes to blot out the pain in his head, the events from last night flashed before his eyes.

He recalled talking to Daisy and kissing her when she provoked him too much. The image of Daisy’s body under him, on top of him, and wrapped around him got him hard.

“Daisy… oh my god,” he blurted as he patted the space beside him, but she was nowhere to be found

“Shit! he cursed at his impulsiveness. He sat on the bed with a troubled expression, he was a mess. He knew that Daisy liked him, and he took advantage of her.