𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐁𝐗𝐁

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When Matt and I finally entered an unlit area, I stopped in my tracks to make the surroundings a little more visible. He didn't open his mouth once all the way down the stairs, and neither did I. I forgot how suffocating silence could be when I was with him. 

There was a small click and Matt's face appeared in the darkness, his eyes locking with mine. When a dim light illuminated the environment, I hurried to separate our locked gazes.

"Red or white?"

Ignoring his question, I looked around with my eyes that had just gotten used to the light. Wow, he really was a self-indulgent bastard. This was a cellar filled with countless expensive drinks, and I just shook my shoulders before starting to wander through more shelves than I could count.

As Matt disappeared between the shelves, for some reason I felt like I had to follow him. It probably wasn't a good idea, I didn't want to stand there like a helpless dumb. If he wanted me to help him then I was going to do it. I followed the sound of his steps and found him reaching for something between two huge shelves facing each other. He sent me a look, bottles in each hand. 

"Do you want to taste it? So you can choose which one would go better with the steak."

"You're the expert." I folded my arms as I leaned my ass against the corner of one of the shelves. Of course I was careful, I didn't want to knock over the bottles and knock his thousands of dollars worth of drinks onto the floor.

He chuckled strangely and darkly, looking at my face. I didn't know what was on his mind, I didn't know what he was planning, but he always had a plan. I just don't think I would have liked it if I had known. He came towards me with silent steps to hand me one of the bottles in his hand. "Hold, let's open this first."

I did as he said, avoiding any minor contact. Matt returned to his old spot to pull a corkscrew from the shelves. When a small cork sound filled the room, he opened it and tilted the bottle towards his mouth without touching his lips. After a small sip, he made a sound. "That was good. Don't be shy, come here and taste some."

His voice was heavy, the kind that sent little electric shocks down my spine every time I heard it. Of course, I didn't have to obeyed to him, but if I didn't, my nervousness would make me even more ridiculous than I already was, so I gathered up my courage and walked towards him. 

I placed the bottle in my hand on one of the shelves and reached for the one in Matt's hand. Our gazes were locked the entire time, and this time I made no effort to break them. I even lifted the bottle to my mouth without taking my eyes off his. As the sour liquid rolled into my stomach, a small drop from the corner of my lips slid down to my chin.

"Damn." I hissed a small curse. I put my thumb on my lips and after cleaning the drop, I looked at his face. "I don't know, it seems a little strong."

He raised his eyebrows as if amused. He picked up the second bottle I had just left on the shelf and, after opening it, held it directly towards me. "Now taste this."

I rolled my eyes because I was bored of this. "Whichever it is, we're done here. Your wife is waiting for us upstairs."

It suddenly came out of my mouth. I didn't even plan to say that. Although there was nothing wrong with my words, I sounded a little sarcastic, and Matt was smart enough to get the underlying message. I quickly closed my mouth but didn't look away from him. A dark shadow passed over his face, his eyebrows lifting across his forehead. 

"My wife is waiting for us..." As he repeated my words, he took a few steps towards me, his large body swaying slightly with each one. Right and left. When he finally stood in front of me, he frowned. "Or your boyfriend? Why did you bring a clown to my house?"