Chapter 9
Matilda Vaughn POV
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Anger spikes through my senses, as he watches me swallow the mushroom…
Alba rearranged the table for us, having a plaster around her neck,
Her eyes never sparing mine.
Like this was an unsettling business
“What do you expect me to do here?
Clean dishes, cook for you, eat with you?”
I question, as my fingers tighten around the end of my fork
And he laughs
His deep voice, echoing the room
A fake one.
The wide grin on his face. Turns into a sarcastic smirk.
Devil
“Cook for me?
I don't trust you to even take a sip of water from those hands.
Eat with me?
Depends, only if you are a good girl.
Clean dishes?
Oh, I know a better job to put that soft hands as well as that pouting lips to work.
Don't worry about what you are going to
