Three
622 Words
“What?” She blinked in utter disbelief.
“Marry me.” He repeated as his hands busied over he breasts and trailed dizzy lines on her body.
Blair pushed him away and jumped up to her feet.
She quickly began to dress herself.
“What are you doing?” He asked her.
“Don’t touch me!” She warned him as she tried to dress herself.
But he spun her around. “What are you hiding for? I’ve already seen it!”
Her mouth dropped. “You….you…..
“Look I don’t like repeating myself.” He said shocking her further. “I’ve asked you once and I’ll give you the decency to hear it again. Be my wife.”
She couldn’t believe it.
There were no words for her.
“You bastard!” She snapped.
He frowned. “I don’t take well in being called names.”
She need to get the hell out of here.
“You’re a Virgin.” He said. “I would like to take you before any man does.”
This was nothing like the man that had approached her earlier.
How has she been so stupid?
She needed to get out!
“For your bloody information!” She hissed at him. “Unmarried women are virgins.”
He rose a brow and folded his arms. “Really? But the one I had met a day ago wasn’t.”
Her face grew red and then utter humiliation struck her face.
He was just using her!
How hadn’t she seen it?!
“You….you….. I am a lady with pride and dignity.” She started. “How dare you say suck things to me!”
He gave her a wry smile. “Modest lady with pride and dignity? But weren’t you just under me moaning in pleasure at the way I massaged you?”
Her hand shot up and slapped him immediately.
With the greatest force she had ever conjured.
His face turned instantly.
“Stay away from me you bastard!”
And with that she rushed out of the garden.
She wanted to bust into tears.
What had she just done?!
Almost lain with a stranger! Given her virginity off to a bastard who she didn’t know and who had slept with another woman the day before.
When she got back into the hall, her mother looked at her like she had gone mad.
“Blair what is the matter with you?” Her mother asked her. “You look like you fell into a ditch.”
“Huh?” Blair said absent mindedly.
“You look like you need a sip of champagne.” Her mother said pulling her to a table and handing her a glass of champagne.
Blair took three!
“You’re embarrassing us.” Her mother sneaked.
She wanted to get the hell out of this ball and weep in her bed in absolute humiliation.
“Stop drinking!” Her mother warned. “Someone is here to see us!”
“Ahhhhh Duchess Monroe.” Her mother said.
Blair’s she’s opened.
That was the Duchess of Wales herself.
“Thank you for inviting us over.” Her mother said.
Blair tried her best to make less of her shiveled appearance.
“It’s always such an honor to host you lady Foxworth.” He duchess replied.
Her mother elbowed and then she turned.
“This is my daughter Blair.” Her mother introduced.
Blair curtsied.
“What a beautiful woman you are.” The elegant duchess said. “Such a beauty. I’ll like you to meet my nephew. Riyadh.”
Blair stopped blinking.
Now standing in front of them was the very same man who had ravaged her.
Her face became a complete white.
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