Page 26 of Queen of Vice
I knew this dinner would be the last meal we shared before everything changed between us.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
One drink had turned into a few too many, and I was pleasantly buzzed. The city lights blurred into streaks of color outside the window, creating a surreal, dreamlike atmosphere. I slouched in Mateo's passenger seat, more comfortable than I should've been as we headed back towards the estates. I glanced over at him, his profile illuminated by the passing streetlights. He looked composed, every bit the powerful man he was, even in this relaxed setting.
My mind swirled with the events of the evening, his words, his promises, and the undeniable pull between us I was trying to ignore. I laughed to myself wondering what the point of that was. If I were to be this man's wife, I would most certainly be in his bed. I didn't entirely hate the idea of being pinned beneath him. If that's what it took to bring my sister back to me, well, I could think of worse fates.
"You seem to be in a good mood," he observed, his tone casual but with an undercurrent of satisfaction.
"I am, I think," I admitted.
He chuckled softly, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the steering wheel. "Good."
I leaned back in the seat, closing my eyes for a moment. The reality of my situation was beginning to sink in, but in this hazy state, it didn't seem quite as daunting. I knew that once the buzz wore off, the weight of it all would return, but for now, I allowed myself a moment of respite. Melody and Peyton would have had a stroke if they had seen me right then.
It wasn't until we passed through the gates that I realized Mateo's destination was his own home. The mansion loomed ahead, impressive and intimidating despite the darkness. The driveway curved elegantly around a central fountain, its waters shimmering under the soft ambient lighting.
As we approached, I spotted two men patrolling the perimeter, each moving in a different direction. I knew there were probably more unseen guards ensuring the safety of the estate.
My first instinct was to message Peyton and Melody about my whereabouts. I hurriedly pulled out my phone from my clutch and sent them a quick update. Just as I hit send, Mateo drove into a massive garage filled with three other luxury cars that easily cost more than my entire life. He parked and turned off the engine, leaving us in an eerie silence.
"Why did you bring me here?" I asked, trying to sound brave.
"To do exactly what I promised," he replied with a smirk as he stepped out of the car and came around to open my door. He offered me his hand, which completely engulfed mine. His grip was strong yet surprisingly gentle. As I followed him out of the car, his presence seemed to fill up the entire space around us.
Mateo’s eyes met mine, a flicker of something unreadable in them. "Come," he said softly, his voice a mix of command and invitation.
We walked through the garage, the luxury cars gleaming under the soft overhead lights. I felt a sense of unreality as he led me through a side entrance into the house. The interior was just as opulent as I had imagined, with high ceilings, elegant chandeliers, and an artful blend of classic and modern decor. The air was scented with something subtle and expensive.
The space between us crackled with unspoken tension as he leaned in closer, his voice low and dangerous. "There are a few things we need to discuss, but first, would you like another drink?"
I felt my heart race at the suggestive tone, but I played it cool. "Trying to get me drunk?"
He chuckled. "I'll cut you off when you've had enough. You'll want to remember everything that happens tonight."
My mind swirled with desire and confusion as I struggled to keep up with his game.
"Is that a yes?"
I nodded, unable to resist the magnetic pull he had over me. "Yes...please."
He guided me into a luxurious room that took my breath away. The space was a perfect blend of opulence and comfort, designed to impress. The first thing that caught my eye was the stunning pool table at the center, its dark, polished wood gleaming under the ambient lighting. A rich, black carpet lay beneath it.
Above the table, intricate chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their crystals catching the light and casting a warm, inviting glow across the room. The chandeliers themselves were works of art, with branches of gold intertwined and adorned with delicate crystal drops, resembling a cascade of light. To one side of the room was a stocked bar, its shelves lined with an impressive array of spirits
Behind the bar, a mirrored backdrop reflected the room. Golden accents and artistic designs complemented the overall decor, giving the room a cohesive and sophisticated look. Plush chairs were arranged strategically, offering intimate seating areas for conversation and relaxation. The overall effect was one of refined luxury, a space designed for both entertainment and relaxation.
"Make yourself comfortable," Mateo said, gesturing to the barstools as he moved behind the bar to mix our drinks. He went behind the bar with practiced ease, selecting a few bottles and ingredients. He began to mix a drink, his movements smooth and confident. A moment later, he handed me a beautifully garnished glass filled with a light, pink-hued cocktail.
"This is a French 75," he said, watching my reaction. "It's lighter than what I'm having."
I took a tentative sip, the refreshing citrus flavor mingling with the subtle sweetness of the champagne.
"It's good," I said, genuinely appreciating the choice. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he replied, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
He came around the bar with his drink and took a stool beside me, his presence as imposing as ever. We sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, the luxurious room providing a backdrop to the weight of our conversation.