The Second Bride

Episode 3

Chapter 3

The next morning, Greta couldn't stop singing praises of how lucky she got the previous night. She had left her room very early in the morning into Genoveva's room to spill the details since they'd retired late and tired last night and also thanked her for giving her her mask. Meanwhile, Genoveva is lost in her own thoughts. She would never know the man she almost had s*x with. She didn't even see the face under the mask because it was so dark. One thing scared her, that man raised the bar ridiculously high and she fears for her future husband not being able to attain that height of sexuality. What if she meets him again? Will she recognize him? Will he recognize her? Of course not.

"Are you listening to me at all!". Greta's scream breaks into her thoughts.

" yes, that my mask made magic and magically brought the Earl to you, I heard every bit" she straighten herself on the bed.

"Katherine was so jealous, I saw her look at us with envy when I was talking to the Early" she chuckles.

"What was the Earl doing there in the first place? I thought people like that were too busy for lame functions such as the debutante ball"

"Our father is one of them and he attended, Katherine's father too"

"That's because they actually have debutantes Greta"

"Girls" Nana walks in. "Did I interrupt something?"

"Nothing Nana, we were just talking about the Earl"

"Speaking of the Earl, a mail messenger just dropped this for you Greta, it has the Earl's seal"

Great make a squeal.

Dear Greta,

I have not been able to stop thinking about your gorgeous eyes and your tempting lips. Would you mind joining me for an evening walk tomorrow? I would love to get to know you better.

Lord William Smith

Earl of Wessex

"If this isn't romantic, I don't know what is"

Greta places the note on her chest.

"I think the Earl has taken interest in you Greta, I don't know much about him other than his position but you have to be careful."

Greta nods.

"Shall I go tell the mailman of your availability?"

"Yes Nana, I should go tell dad I've found my husband"  she and Nana leave.

Genoveva inhales a deep breath while staring at the ceiling. She still can't get her mystery man off her chest. If she had known it would be hard getting him off her thoughts, she swore she wouldn't have kissed him back.

William slides into the backseat of his black Hotchkiss Anjou luxurious car.

"Jalali crescent, Dennis" he instructs his chauffeur.

He's on his way to pick up Greta Kesington for their proposed evening walk. Lord William is one of the most eligible bachelors in the entire country and women practically queued to have an audience with him even though in the end he'll respond to them coldly or f**k them ruthlessly. He is the youngest Earl in the history of Earls who attained the position when both his parents died in an accident a year ago. He's secretly known for his frequent philandering escapades and widely known for his cold attitude. He's had over five mistresses in the last one year but one managed to keep up with his s****l needs and he didn't believe anyone could be as feisty as he is with women until he kissed Genoeva whom he supposes to be Greta. There was fire and ice in her soul, capable of burning him and cooling him off at the same time. They had a powerful connection from that moment and he's bent on having this woman in his bed. The lady's rude mannerisms gave him something interesting to look forward too. He'd never been talked back at all his life and this woman did.

Greta Kesington is going to join his long list of mistresses  Poor Greta.

He arrives at the Kesington house just in time to meet Louis before he went out.

"My lord"

"Call me William" he'll be damned to let him address him formally.

"How's the plantation doing?" William breaks the awkward silence.

"Extremely good, I am heading there as we speak, thanks for your concern"

"My lord" Greta graciously walks into the conversation.

"Greta, shall we?" He directs her to the car.

Louis couldn't do much to convince his daughter that he didn't want her with him. She's so engrossed and he had no power to rebuff the Earl and his intentions towards his daughter. The law states that a man can have any woman he wants, mistress or no mistress and whoever objects, except the lady in question, faces the wrath, that's why the streets of Sinclair harbor more of mistresses than wives. He has no chance against the Earl. Praying it all goes right is all he can do.  He knows about William's s****l rumors and he's afraid his daughter has been curbed in his web.  Greta is so into him to heed her father's warning.

She is the only one that can stop this mistake from happening and he is going to make sure of that. William is too toxic for his delicate daughter.

Lord William and Greta Kesington arrive at a maze like flower garden that left Greta jaw dropped.

"This is beautiful, How come I've never seen this my entire life!" She turns to face the Earl who is extremely pressed against her, ready to kiss and unleash how he'd felt at the ball.

"That's because beautiful things are meant to be seen by beautiful people and you Greta are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, which is why I can't get my thoughts of you" he draws near for a kiss but she steps back.

"I apologize for being forward again" he quickly says.

"I should be apologizing My lord, im not quite used to things like this"

"Call me William" he corrected and they begin walking. "Did you just say you've never been kissed before? I find that hard to believe or are we playing oblivious, do incline me so I can keep up"

Greta's cheeks turn bright red.

So apparently his mystery woman has different sides. Calm, sweet, lady like, rude, daring and feisty. Perfect. He'd never be able to get enough of her. In fact, he'd been trying to be gentlemanly with his bulging c**k even though she'd begged him to sleep with her and he declined. He's eager to get her under him in his bed but he couldn't forget the fact that she's still a minor and as a result he needs to be gentle.

"I hear you are a ruthless playboy, are you sure this is not a scheme of yours to have me in your list of mistresses, I shudder to think of that William"

"What if I told you I don't want you to be my mistress?"

"Would that be true?"

"Absolutely, there's something about you that has got me hooked"

"Are you sure that's not what you say when you meet a new girl and after you get what you want, you just leave her heartbroken"

"Not entirely"

"Then marry me if your intentions are pure, that's the only way I can give into your lustful eyes" she says with no hint of regret or shame.

"Then lets get married" and he didn't believe he just agreed to marry a lady just because he wants to have s*x with her.

He surprised himself but William always had a back up plan. He is going to sleep with her before they even picked a wedding day. She wants trust, he is going to give it to her.

He leans in to kiss her again and she steps backward.

"I'll tell my father first"

"Still playing hard to get? That's fine by me" he curved a smile on his lips.

The Earl had dropped Greta off at her place before joining his co irresponsible rich friends at their usual hang out full of alcohol and women. After informing them about what had happened with Greta, he takes a huge gulp of hot liquor that burned his throat.

"So you mean to say the almighty Lord William is going to get married?" Sebastian mocks.

"I'll be damned to see that happen" Mordred says.

"I am not going to get married to her, I only obliged to make her trust me, I'm certain you know fully well I don't find the word marriage suitable for me in the slightest bit"

"So you only accepted to get under her pants? That's a new technique, she must be special for you to crave for her this intense, this is the longest length you've gone to get your d**k in a hole" Sebastian laughs.

"Well she's very interesting, I like her but definitely not to wed her." William fills his cup.

"I still think this is a bad idea, what if rumor spreads that you're about to wed?" Mordred sighs.

"Well I'll be damned if that happens which means I have to be quick about her."

"You've lost it William, is she a virgin?"

"I'm not sure, the way she kissed me felt more than a novice but at the same time she just debutante two nights back so she should be a virgin"

A part of him wished she's a virgin because he wants to be her first and the other part totally wants her experienced, he's not ready to babysit a newbie into the art of intimacy.