Betting on Love(USUK)

Chapter 9

"I'm sorry, what did you say again? You don't like men?" Francis laughed as he got out of the bed and started to put his shirt on, "maybe you should re-think that mon amie."
"Oh quiet!" I blushed in embarrassment, "you got me drunk so that was your fault not mine."
"Okay, Arthur." He winks at me, laughs and leaves the room. I hesitantly get up, my whole body shivering, and look around my room for clothes.
"That bloody frog, always getting me drunk." I sigh, disappointed in myself, "that's the last straw. I know we've kissed while I was drunk but this, this was too far."
After I found my clothes and got dressed I walked downstairs and saw Francis getting everything ready for later, "mon amie, when was this machine fixed?" He asked as he looked at the newly fixed lottery machine.
"Oh, so now you're going to act like nothing ever happened?!" I yell in anger and frustration.
"Oui, unless you want to do it again." He laughs lightly, his laugh was annoying.
"No! I don't like you!" I cross my arms and go behind the bar.
"Then who do you like, Arthur? Who is le belle rose from your love garden?" He leans on the counter, smiling.
"Why would I tell you that?"
"So there is someone?" He leans closer and smirks.
"No!" I blush lightly and cross my arms in anger and embarrassment. He laughs again and pats my head, "don't touch me, frog!" I back away and look away.
"Why are you ashamed of your love, mon amie?"
"It's not love, Francis. I just met him..."
"I knew you liked men! You're bad at hiding secrets, you know?"
"Bloody hell, Francis!" I slam my hands onto the bar in anger. Francis opens his mouth the speak then the door opens, we both look to see who it is, "bollocks..." I mumble to myself.
"Hey, sorry to bother you so early but I was wondering if you wouldn't mind if I bought a bottle of wine." He walked over as he spoke in his quiet voice. He was wearing a red shirt and he moved his curl out of face as he sat down at the bar.
"Bonjour, what's your name?" Francis asked Matthew.
"I'm sorry but who are you, eh?" Matthew asked Francis, looking at him confused.
"Francis Bonnefoy." He took Matthew's hand and kissed it. Matthew raised his eyebrows and his eyes widened, "et toi?"
"mon nom est Matthew Williams." He replied.
"You speak French?" He said a little shocked.
"Oui." I roll my eyes as they speak.
"Do you have a license to buy the alcohol?" I ask.
"Oh, yes of course." He puts the license on the bar table with the money to pay for it.
"Okay, what would you like?" I ask.
"Red wine please."
"Any red wine?"
"You like wine?" Francis asks.
"Yes and yes..." Matthew answers. I put the first red wine I find and put on the counter, "thank you, Arthur." He smiles, takes his license and wine and walks to the door, "Au Revoir, Francis." He smiles, opens the door and leaves.