The Devil's Slave

Chapter 5

Arriving at the Havanna club, we were lucky we didn't have to stand in the queue as the bouncer was a friend of Dean.

Inside the club, it was like dancing on the Northern Lights; beneath the dry-ice smoke swirled an array of blues, acid greens, hot pinks, and gold.

The music played over the dance floor as if had fused with the bodies.

We made our way to the bar and ordered some drinks, and we had a shot competition. I'll be honest, I hate shots. I feel they're always a waste of savouring great alcohol or a quick way to get swill into your system. Neither option is all that appealing, even for someone who likes to drink their face off.

Anyways i was a little bit tipsy, i pulled Catty on the dance floor, and we started dancing, rubbing on each others butts. Well, it was quite wild, i would say when suddenly Dean pulled me out, and he told me that Mathias Devin was here and to behave from going mad lady on him.

Being the drunk crazy pysco, i made my way to where he was seated. He eyed me with surprise and looked at me from head to toe, and his eyes suddenly turned dark, almost like anger. If I was sober for sure, i would feel embarrassed, but once drunk, i had no shame. If i'm not mistaken, i could see a strange emotion through that stormy eyes, but again, i'm drunk, and i won't know.

I start screaming over the music
"Well, Mr. Devil opps my bad Mr. Devin, " i slur, putting a hand on my mouth while giggling.

"You know what, you so arrogant, you so full of yourself that you think you can destroy someone's life just because you don't like their fucking face or maybe by their way of pouring wine". I screamed and cursed loudly. No reaction was on his face he was looking at me with his hard eyes.

Bending on his level and said infront of his face.

"Hello there, come back to earth." I wave and snapped my fingers in front of his face.

I was completely drunk, and for sure, tomorrow i was going to regret that.

"Well, your highness," i slurred while i bowed and struble a little but regained my position with falling on the Devil.

"Mr. Devil, i wanted to say that. Hmmm, what was i saying?" i growl, i forgot my line damn.

I slowly start shaking my head as if it will help me recollect what i was going to say.

The folks with Mr. Devil looked at me as if i was a pysco. I noticed two beautiful art pieces sitting with him. Business meeting whatever.

The first one was well built up and had shoulder-length blond hair and green eyes with the perfect tan skin. He looked very rich with his Armani suit and a cigar in his hand and was smirking when he saw me.

The second one had soft features, a bit similar to Mr. Devil with brown hair but blue eyes and was in an Armani suit as well.

Damn rich people and their Armanis.

Mr. Devil was sitting with his hand at the back of soft features and slowly twirling his glass with cross legged, while studying me carefully.

He surely got a dangerous aura around him, intimidating i would say at the same time, looking mouthwatering.

Mr. Devil was looking at me with such fury, eyes completely dark as if a tornado who wanted the ground to swallow me that very instance.