~Isabel ~
“You should leave.”
The words felt like a lie the moment they left my mouth, they were thin and shaky, lacking any real conviction.
The risk was too much, at any moment, my mother could decide she hadn't said enough about the gala or a maid could knock calling me down for dinner, the mansion was full of eyes, even behind closed doors.
William didn't move, instead he stood his ground,
“And what if I don’t want to go? You know what I’m here for.”
“I do?”
A small smile touched his lips, a look that wasn't kind it was a dirty smirk,
“Isabel, I can see your eyes. They’re begging me to ravish you, but your lips are saying otherwise. Which should I listen to, huh?”
“Someone can come in, William we aren’t on the yacht, we’re at home now, my mother is just down the hall.”
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