บททั้งหมดของ Matched to the devil: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

JANICE downed the Scotch Whisky with her in one gulp. She hissed, and her eyes brimmed with tears as the liquor burnt her throat. “Another one, please.” She mumbled, shoving the now empty glass towards the bartender. He eyed her warily as she set the glass in front of him yet again with another dollar bill. This would be her third order this evening if he filled the cup. Also, wondered what would have made a young pretty girl like her result in drinking away her pains, and he sensed she was depressed the instant she had strolled through the door and stalked to where he was. He felt her feelings even before she had dropped the first bill on the counter. Likewise, he couldn't ignore the other eyes burning through him from across the room. The bartender zeroed his gaze on a man not very far from him. He noticed his aloof grey eyes fixated on the girl, who was now slightly drunk. He didn't blame the man for staring at her. She was gorgeous, even in her drunken state. Him as well, i

Jules let out a loud groan as the red-haired girl, seated next to him, kept on hitting on him. Her left hand rested on his leg, and she stroked it in an up and down manner, irking him the more. He couldn't hide the sign of irritation that was present on his chiselled face. He scowled and plucked her hands off for the umpteenth time. Yet, she didn't relent.Jules wasn't only annoyed by the girl, but also by the event going on. He had been dragged to this wedding ceremony by his mother, who never ceases to meddle in his affair. She had forced him to be present here to see if he would find any girl that would interest him.Though she hadn't said that, he knew what her motives were. And the red-haired made it worse because everything she was doing was getting him pissed off. She fanned her perfectly made-up face with a manicured hand, and undid the only two buttons on the red blouse she donned.Her ample bosoms almost sprang out of the cloth, and Jules couldn't help himself as his gaz

“Flowers,” Checked. “Decorations.” Checked. Janice listed as she ticked the box in front of each category. Her eyes dimmed, and she let out a groan as she realized she had been working for a long time without eating. “I should go on a coffee break soon.” She mumbled, staring at the pile of unfinished work in front of her. Yet, she knew it wouldn't be possible soon. Because she needed to finish the paperwork in front of her, and she loathed procrastination, which was becoming a part of her now. A few seconds into the work, her shoulder drooped, and her hands trembled. The pen she gripped in her hand clattered on the brown mahogany desk and rolled down to the floor. “I should probably get something to eat now, else I would pass out.” Janice rubbed her temple as she felt a headache brewing. She nudged the remaining paperwork aside before pushing herself out of the brown leather chair she was in. She undid the button of the black skinny jeans she donned to allow freedom as she

She paced the vast living room, which had only a large brown love sofa and a 32 inches flat screen that was at the corner of the wall. Glancing at where she was now, she noticed how frigid and void the room was. Without the dark painting, it still was cold. Everything around him depicted his stiff personality. She reckoned that was how he always had been and would be. Even the night they had met, if she wasn't too drunk, she'd have noticed the type of man he was- a controlling, arrogant b*st*rd. And she'd have stopped herself from going in with him. At least, it would save her from what she was experiencing currently. Getting married? She pondered as her mind drifted yet again to what he had said. Her lips curled up in distaste. She glared at him as he casually stepped into the room. “I'm not getting married to you because I'm carrying your child. That is the last thing I will ever do because it is the wrong purpose for marriage. And marriage should be for love!” Jules stared a

Janice awoke to the sound of a knock on her door. Slowly, she lifted her body from the bed and discarded the brown duvet that was draped around her body. She glanced at the clock on the brown-coated wall and realized she had slept for just two hours. Also, she noticed she was alone in the room, and she wondered where Jules had gone. Janice sighed as she remembered him mentioning he had some business to do. The knock sounded again, snapping her out of her thoughts. “I'll be with you shortly,” she said whilst yanking the robe that was hung on the chair next to her. Trudging to the door, she unlocked the door, and her head peeked out. Startled, her brows creased when she saw three women with wide grins on their faces, and each curtsied. They donned the same black fashionable button-down maxi gown and a French straw bonnet was on each head. Momentarily, Janice's eyes travelled to her right as the door leading to a room next to the one she was in opened, and a male servant stepped