The giggling of a child halts my feet. I stare, and stare. I had but one thing in mind during the flight back home. Sue. Her legs wrapped around me, her nails sinking into my skin as she took me deeper than any woman ever dared too. I have a meeting in thirty minutes, but my feet wouldn't take the turn to my bedroom for the much needed freezing shower.
Instead, I found myself heading to a different part of the house. One I've never been to. The servant's quarters, and now, I watch through the crack in the door, focusing at the figure in the centre of a dozen maids. I watch as Susanna lifts a child in her arms and kisses his eyes. His nose. He squeals and she laughs, grey eyes brighter than the stars in the skies. The joy on her face make her too beautiful to gaze upon.
"Aren't you a cute
