I'm The King of Business & Technology in the Modern World-Chapter 122: Wasted

Matthew tightened his grip around Angel’s waist as they moved in sync with the rhythm of the music, the pulsing bass vibrating through the floor. The warmth of her body pressed against his, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air—a mix of something floral with a subtle edge of spice. It suited her.

Angel had always been sharp, calculating, and controlled. But here, in the dim neon glow of the club, she was something else entirely. Loose. Free. Beautiful.

She laughed softly, her breath warm against his ear. "I think I might have had one too many." Stay connected through novelbuddy

Matthew smirked, keeping her steady as she swayed slightly. "You think?"

Angel grinned up at him, her eyes glassy from the whiskey. "You’re surprisingly good at this."

"At what?"

"Not being a robot."

Matthew chuckled. "I’ll take that as a compliment."

Angel leaned in closer, pressing against him as the music slowed even more. Her hands trailed up his arms, her fingers light but deliberate. "Maybe I should drink more often," she teased.

He arched an eyebrow. "You already can’t stand straight. I think you’ve had enough."

She pouted. "Killjoy."

Matthew smirked, sliding an arm around her waist as he guided her off the dance floor. "Come on. Let’s get you out of here before you pass out in the middle of a crowd."

Angel groaned but didn’t resist, leaning heavily against him as they made their way toward the exit. By the time they reached the car, she was barely keeping her eyes open.

"You’re such a lightweight," Matthew muttered as he helped her into the Rolls-Royce.

She shot him a lazy smirk. "I can handle my drinks."

Matthew didn’t argue. He simply slid into the driver’s seat, instructing the chauffeur to take them back to her condo.

The drive was quiet, the city lights flashing past the tinted windows. Angel rested her head against the seat, her eyes half-lidded.

"You’re really warm," she murmured, tilting her head to look at him.

Matthew glanced at her, amusement flickering in his eyes. "You’re drunk."

Angel chuckled. "I know."

Silence stretched between them for a moment before she sighed, stretching her arms above her head, her dress hiking up slightly, revealing more of her toned legs.

Matthew exhaled slowly, forcing himself to look away. Focus, Borja.

Angel tilted her head, watching him with a knowing smirk. "You’re staring."

"You’re barely covered," Matthew replied dryly.

Angel laughed, closing her eyes. "Relax. I trust you."

Matthew didn’t respond, but his grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly.

By the time they arrived at Angel’s place, she was barely conscious.

"Angel," Matthew called, shaking her shoulder gently.

She groaned. "Five more minutes…"

Matthew rolled his eyes before getting out of the car, walking over to her side, and scooping her into his arms effortlessly.

She hummed against his chest. "Huh… you’re strong."

Matthew smirked. "I carry more weight in business deals."

Angel giggled against his shirt, her breath warm against his neck.

He stepped into the elevator, cradling her close as they rode up to her floor. The scent of her perfume filled his senses again, mixed with the faint scent of alcohol.

The moment the doors slid open, he carried her through the hallway, entering her condo with ease. The place was modern, minimalistic—just like her.

Matthew made his way toward the bedroom, gently placing her down on the bed. Angel shifted slightly, her dress riding up even more, revealing the smooth curve of her thighs.

Matthew exhaled sharply. He should leave. Now.

But as he turned, Angel’s hand shot out, grabbing his wrist.

"Stay," she murmured.

Matthew’s jaw clenched. Dangerous territory.

Angel blinked up at him, her lips slightly parted, her hair a mess against the pillows. She looked different from the sharp, composed woman he was used to.

More vulnerable. More tempting.

"I should go," he said, though his voice lacked conviction.

Angel smirked lazily. "Liar."

She tugged him closer, forcing him to brace himself on the bed. Their faces were inches apart now, the space between them charged with something neither of them wanted to name.

Matthew swallowed hard, his eyes flickering to her lips before he forced himself to focus on her face. "Angel…"

She tilted her head. "You’re really holding back, huh?"

Matthew let out a rough chuckle. "You have no idea."

Angel’s fingers trailed up his chest, toying with the buttons of his shirt. "What if I don’t want you to?"

Matthew grabbed her wrist, stopping her movements. His breathing was heavier now, his body reacting despite his best efforts.

"Angel," he warned, his voice low.

She smirked, her eyes dark with mischief. "I knew it. You’re not as composed as you pretend to be."

Matthew exhaled sharply. Of course, she’d turn this into a game.

Angel leaned up slightly, her lips brushing against his jaw, sending a jolt of heat straight through him.

He let out a low growl, gripping her wrist tighter. "You’re drunk, Angel."

She sighed dramatically. "I know."

"Which means you’re not thinking straight."

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She pouted. "I think I’m thinking very straight."

Matthew smirked, shaking his head. "And I think you’ll regret this in the morning."

Angel huffed. "You’re no fun."

Matthew pulled away slightly, ignoring the heat burning through him. "You’ll thank me later."

Angel rolled onto her side, watching him with lidded eyes. "Maybe. Maybe not."

Matthew chuckled, running a hand through his hair. This woman…

He stood up, grabbing a blanket and draping it over her. "Get some sleep, Angel."

She let out a content hum. "Mmm. Fine."

As he turned off the lights and made his way to the door, Angel’s voice stopped him.

"Matthew."

He glanced back.

She smirked. "You really wanted to, didn’t you?"

Matthew let out a slow exhale before shaking his head. "Go to sleep, Angel."

And with that, he walked out, shutting the door behind him.

Because yes, he really wanted to. But they are not even a couple so it felt very wrong. Maybe, if they are, he would not hesitate to eat her.