Chapter 58: YOU CAN'T RESIST ME!
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A few miles away from Vincardine was a small house, situated amid the green trees. The wind blew through the open window of the room that was situated on the left section of the house. The warbling sound of the birds woke up the beauty that was sprawled on the bed.
Her eyes flutter open, slowly adjusting to the bright sunlight that passed through the window. Her vision first settled on the white roof of the house. She blinked a couple of times to leave the slumber behind her brown hazel eyes.
Her flawless pale skin glistened under the mild sun rays due to the thin layer of perspiration.
'I shouldn't have taken the thick duvet to sleep in.'
She sat up in the bed then removing the duvet, she walked towards the full mirror that was placed against the white walls. Smiling softly at her reflection she ran her fingers through her curly brunette hairs to untangle the knots.
It had been three days that Florence was staying in this house, alone if you did not consider a chauffeur who had brought her there and accompanied her, tending to her needs.
The first two days went by in anticipation but then the wait started growing unbearable.
A knock resounded on the door that made her walk towards it to open it. That same chauffeur stood in the doorway with a tray in his hand.
"Good morning!" He bowed with a passive face. But Florence didn't miss how his eyes momentarily travelled down to look at her chest before coming back in the line of his nose.
Her black silk gown fitted her hourglass figure perfectly and the front of it was misplaced revealing the pale skin of her chest that she forgot to adjust after waking up.
She didn't bother with pleasantries neither she minded the man's short sinful stare. She was used to that and somewhere her heart craved for that attention from the men and liked it as well.
She was well aware of the fact that God had taken a good time to carve her every feature in detail. She was blessed with the physic that women die for and men craved for. And after her years of experience, she had learned how to use her sole weapon with skills to her benefit.
"Any news from, Milord?"
She asked while crossing her hands over her chest that made the man uncomfortable. Her action had pushed her heavy and round bosoms up making them look bigger and more attractive.
He gulped down his saliva and with earnest restraints warned his eyes to not get misled. Though temptatious she was out of the limits for him.
"A messenger came by and handed this letter for you."
He picked up the letter that he carried in the tray and handed it to Florence.
She excitedly opened it expecting good news that she was waiting for, her eyes roamed over the words that were written in beautiful handwriting with black ink.
'Florence, you may go back. I will not manage to come to visit you.'
Her eyes hardened after reading the message. It was a simple two-lined message, no use of any endearment nor he mentioned his name. He had just written that he couldn't come to visit her. That's it!
No apology, no fondness, no reason for his absence and no promise of the next meeting!
She turned the note in hope that he might have written something more somewhere but all her eyes got was a white, blank space.
She clenched her jaw as the tears of anger threatened to fall from her big eyes. Her hands crumpled the paper, her eyes set on the floor.
She couldn't believe this. She was ecstatic when the man she admired the most sent her a letter saying he wanted to spend some time with her. She was trying to contact him for months before that and he agreed to come for the dinner at her place.
But he didn't!
Like always he cancelled the plan at the last minute and didn't give any reason for it. Florence prepared a special meal for him and was waiting for his arrival in her best attire and jewellery. But that all went into vain. That was the same day when she helped Ruth with her landlord.
She was angry and hurt. But she tried to be considerate as the man she was waiting for was not some passable personality.
He was cherished by hundreds of women. It was sheer luck that they crossed each other's path and since then she started falling for him, slowly and deeply.
She always forgave him for his indifferent behaviour towards her thinking one day she would win him over. She just had to be patient.
Her heart blossomed like a garden of tulips bloomed in the spring when she got his invitation. This was the place where they always met and spent some time in each other's arms. Away from the judgemental sights of the world and away from the responsibilities and constraints that came with his name.
She was waiting for him. She had cancelled all the other plans that cost her a decent loss. She had travelled miles to reach this place. She had endured three gruesome days with impatience and longing.
She was waiting to be with him, feel him and touch him. She wanted to talk to him for hours, listen to his heart beating under his chest, smell his masculine fragrance that turned her body hot. She was hopeful that at least this time he would not break her heart but he had proven her wrong.
Not knowing what to do when Florence didn't react, the Chauffeur shifted his weight on the other leg uncomfortably.
"Miss, here is the coffee for you. Do you need anything else?" He asked still trying hard to not let his eyes travelled down from her face that was partially hidden with her brunette hairs.
"Put that tray on the table." Her voice came void of any emotions.
He did as he was told and stood straight again in front of her.
"Do you need anything else, miss?"
"Yes!"
And she crossed the distance between them in one stride and crashed her lips on his. Her actions startled the man and he tried to push her away from her. His face morphed into horror at her bold and unexpected action.
He was the only witness of his master and Florence's little secret. He had met her many times and was familiar with all her moods. But this was not what he anticipated even in his dreams.
The more he tried to push her away the more strength she put. His grip on her arms tightened to the point that his nails dug into her skin. His sounds of denial fell on deaf ears.
Her soft lips felt like heavens on his rough ones. The lust in him was trying to overpower his rationality. For a split moment, his corrupted mind urged him to taste her, to devour the feel of her lips on his.
His lips started moving along with hers and his heart sighed in bliss at the feeling. Florence smirked inwardly seeing that the man finally complied with her.
'Huh... I knew that you can't resist me!' But her short-lived satisfaction shattered when the fear of his master's wrath conquered his mind and actions again. His hold on her arms that was loosened a bit turned tighter than before and his lips stopped matching Florence's.
He again used his strength to push her away but Florence put all her weight on his chest and fought back to win over him.
After struggling for some seconds, he managed to create a little gap in between their faces but Florence had lean her full weight on him so he had to hold her with both of his hands.
"Miss, please. Stop it!" He sounded alarmed. Both of their breaths turned heavy and their chests heaved up and down to intake the air in their lungs.
He was well aware of his master's ire and was scared to death at the thought of he was touching something that his master had claimed as his.
But Florence was drawn deep into the ardour of hurt and rage. She felt offended by the man's actions and needed something to calm that fire in her. And the chauffeur that looked pale and shocked by her actions was near to the best chance she had for it.
"Why?" She whispered while peeking up at his face through her sweeping eyelashes.
But the chauffeur's mouth went dry at the look of madness in her brown hazel eyes. She looked like a different person altogether with her teary and red eyes.
She could see the hesitance prevailed in his eyes. "Master... he will kill me if he got to know this." His voice came raspy and shallow.
A coquettish grin stretched on her full and glossy lips as she stared straight into his eyes. "And how would he know if no one tells him?"
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A few miles away from Vincardine was a small house, situated amid the green trees. The wind blew through the open window of the room that was situated on the left section of the house. The warbling sound of the birds woke up the beauty that was sprawled on the bed.
Her eyes flutter open, slowly adjusting to the bright sunlight that passed through the window. Her vision first settled on the white roof of the house. She blinked a couple of times to leave the slumber behind her brown hazel eyes.
Her flawless pale skin glistened under the mild sun rays due to the thin layer of perspiration.
'I shouldn't have taken the thick duvet to sleep in.'
She sat up in the bed then removing the duvet, she walked towards the full mirror that was placed against the white walls. Smiling softly at her reflection she ran her fingers through her curly brunette hairs to untangle the knots.
It had been three days that Florence was staying in this house, alone if you did not consider a chauffeur who had brought her there and accompanied her, tending to her needs.
The first two days went by in anticipation but then the wait started growing unbearable.
A knock resounded on the door that made her walk towards it to open it. That same chauffeur stood in the doorway with a tray in his hand.
"Good morning!" He bowed with a passive face. But Florence didn't miss how his eyes momentarily travelled down to look at her chest before coming back in the line of his nose.
Her black silk gown fitted her hourglass figure perfectly and the front of it was misplaced revealing the pale skin of her chest that she forgot to adjust after waking up.
She didn't bother with pleasantries neither she minded the man's short sinful stare. She was used to that and somewhere her heart craved for that attention from the men and liked it as well.
She was well aware of the fact that God had taken a good time to carve her every feature in detail. She was blessed with the physic that women die for and men craved for. And after her years of experience, she had learned how to use her sole weapon with skills to her benefit.
"Any news from, Milord?"
She asked while crossing her hands over her chest that made the man uncomfortable. Her action had pushed her heavy and round bosoms up making them look bigger and more attractive.
He gulped down his saliva and with earnest restraints warned his eyes to not get misled. Though temptatious she was out of the limits for him.
"A messenger came by and handed this letter for you."
He picked up the letter that he carried in the tray and handed it to Florence.
She excitedly opened it expecting good news that she was waiting for, her eyes roamed over the words that were written in beautiful handwriting with black ink.
'Florence, you may go back. I will not manage to come to visit you.'
Her eyes hardened after reading the message. It was a simple two-lined message, no use of any endearment nor he mentioned his name. He had just written that he couldn't come to visit her. That's it!
No apology, no fondness, no reason for his absence and no promise of the next meeting!
She turned the note in hope that he might have written something more somewhere but all her eyes got was a white, blank space.
She clenched her jaw as the tears of anger threatened to fall from her big eyes. Her hands crumpled the paper, her eyes set on the floor.
She couldn't believe this. She was ecstatic when the man she admired the most sent her a letter saying he wanted to spend some time with her. She was trying to contact him for months before that and he agreed to come for the dinner at her place.
But he didn't!
Like always he cancelled the plan at the last minute and didn't give any reason for it. Florence prepared a special meal for him and was waiting for his arrival in her best attire and jewellery. But that all went into vain. That was the same day when she helped Ruth with her landlord.
She was angry and hurt. But she tried to be considerate as the man she was waiting for was not some passable personality.
He was cherished by hundreds of women. It was sheer luck that they crossed each other's path and since then she started falling for him, slowly and deeply.
She always forgave him for his indifferent behaviour towards her thinking one day she would win him over. She just had to be patient.
Her heart blossomed like a garden of tulips bloomed in the spring when she got his invitation. This was the place where they always met and spent some time in each other's arms. Away from the judgemental sights of the world and away from the responsibilities and constraints that came with his name.
She was waiting for him. She had cancelled all the other plans that cost her a decent loss. She had travelled miles to reach this place. She had endured three gruesome days with impatience and longing.
She was waiting to be with him, feel him and touch him. She wanted to talk to him for hours, listen to his heart beating under his chest, smell his masculine fragrance that turned her body hot. She was hopeful that at least this time he would not break her heart but he had proven her wrong.
Not knowing what to do when Florence didn't react, the Chauffeur shifted his weight on the other leg uncomfortably.
"Miss, here is the coffee for you. Do you need anything else?" He asked still trying hard to not let his eyes travelled down from her face that was partially hidden with her brunette hairs.
"Put that tray on the table." Her voice came void of any emotions.
He did as he was told and stood straight again in front of her.
"Do you need anything else, miss?"
"Yes!"
And she crossed the distance between them in one stride and crashed her lips on his. Her actions startled the man and he tried to push her away from her. His face morphed into horror at her bold and unexpected action.
He was the only witness of his master and Florence's little secret. He had met her many times and was familiar with all her moods. But this was not what he anticipated even in his dreams.
The more he tried to push her away the more strength she put. His grip on her arms tightened to the point that his nails dug into her skin. His sounds of denial fell on deaf ears.
Her soft lips felt like heavens on his rough ones. The lust in him was trying to overpower his rationality. For a split moment, his corrupted mind urged him to taste her, to devour the feel of her lips on his.
His lips started moving along with hers and his heart sighed in bliss at the feeling. Florence smirked inwardly seeing that the man finally complied with her.
'Huh... I knew that you can't resist me!' But her short-lived satisfaction shattered when the fear of his master's wrath conquered his mind and actions again. His hold on her arms that was loosened a bit turned tighter than before and his lips stopped matching Florence's.
He again used his strength to push her away but Florence put all her weight on his chest and fought back to win over him.
After struggling for some seconds, he managed to create a little gap in between their faces but Florence had lean her full weight on him so he had to hold her with both of his hands.
"Miss, please. Stop it!" He sounded alarmed. Both of their breaths turned heavy and their chests heaved up and down to intake the air in their lungs.
He was well aware of his master's ire and was scared to death at the thought of he was touching something that his master had claimed as his.
But Florence was drawn deep into the ardour of hurt and rage. She felt offended by the man's actions and needed something to calm that fire in her. And the chauffeur that looked pale and shocked by her actions was near to the best chance she had for it.
"Why?" She whispered while peeking up at his face through her sweeping eyelashes.
But the chauffeur's mouth went dry at the look of madness in her brown hazel eyes. She looked like a different person altogether with her teary and red eyes.
She could see the hesitance prevailed in his eyes. "Master... he will kill me if he got to know this." His voice came raspy and shallow.
A coquettish grin stretched on her full and glossy lips as she stared straight into his eyes. "And how would he know if no one tells him?"
A few miles away from Vincardine was a small house, situated amid the green trees. The wind blew through the open window of the room that was situated on the left section of the house. The warbling sound of the birds woke up the beauty that was sprawled on the bed. Her eyes flutter open, slowly adjusting to the bright sunlight that passed through the window. Her vision first settled on the white roof of the house. She blinked a couple of times to leave the slumber behind her brown hazel eyes. Her flawless pale skin glistened under the mild sun rays due to the thin layer of perspiration. 'I shouldn't have taken the thick duvet to sleep in.' She sat up in the bed then removing the duvet, she walked towards the full mirror that was placed against the white walls. Smiling softly at her reflection she ran her fingers through her curly brunette hairs to untangle the knots. It had been three days that Florence was staying in this house, alone if you did not consider a chauffeur who had brought her there and accompanied her, tending to her needs. The first two days went by in anticipation but then the wait started growing unbearable. A knock resounded on the door that made her walk towards it to open it. That same chauffeur stood in the doorway with a tray in his hand. "Good morning!" He bowed with a passive face. But Florence didn't miss how his eyes momentarily travelled down to look at her chest before coming back in the line of his nose. Her black silk gown fitted her hourglass figure perfectly and the front of it was misplaced revealing the pale skin of her chest that she forgot to adjust after waking up. She didn't bother with pleasantries neither she minded the man's short sinful stare. She was used to that and somewhere her heart craved for that attention from the men and liked it as well. She was well aware of the fact that God had taken a good time to carve her every feature in detail. She was blessed with the physic that women die for and men craved for. And after her years of experience, she had learned how to use her sole weapon with skills to her benefit. "Any news from, Milord?" She asked while crossing her hands over her chest that made the man uncomfortable. Her action had pushed her heavy and round bosoms up making them look bigger and more attractive. He gulped down his saliva and with earnest restraints warned his eyes to not get misled. Though temptatious she was out of the limits for him. "A messenger came by and handed this letter for you." He picked up the letter that he carried in the tray and handed it to Florence. She excitedly opened it expecting good news that she was waiting for, her eyes roamed over the words that were written in beautiful handwriting with black ink. 'Florence, you may go back. I will not manage to come to visit you.' Her eyes hardened after reading the message. It was a simple two-lined message, no use of any endearment nor he mentioned his name. He had just written that he couldn't come to visit her. That's it! No apology, no fondness, no reason for his absence and no promise of the next meeting! She turned the note in hope that he might have written something more somewhere but all her eyes got was a white, blank space. She clenched her jaw as the tears of anger threatened to fall from her big eyes. Her hands crumpled the paper, her eyes set on the floor. She couldn't believe this. She was ecstatic when the man she admired the most sent her a letter saying he wanted to spend some time with her. She was trying to contact him for months before that and he agreed to come for the dinner at her place. But he didn't! Like always he cancelled the plan at the last minute and didn't give any reason for it. Florence prepared a special meal for him and was waiting for his arrival in her best attire and jewellery. But that all went into vain. That was the same day when she helped Ruth with her landlord. She was angry and hurt. But she tried to be considerate as the man she was waiting for was not some passable personality. He was cherished by hundreds of women. It was sheer luck that they crossed each other's path and since then she started falling for him, slowly and deeply. She always forgave him for his indifferent behaviour towards her thinking one day she would win him over. She just had to be patient. Her heart blossomed like a garden of tulips bloomed in the spring when she got his invitation. This was the place where they always met and spent some time in each other's arms. Away from the judgemental sights of the world and away from the responsibilities and constraints that came with his name. She was waiting for him. She had cancelled all the other plans that cost her a decent loss. She had travelled miles to reach this place. She had endured three gruesome days with impatience and longing. She was waiting to be with him, feel him and touch him. She wanted to talk to him for hours, listen to his heart beating under his chest, smell his masculine fragrance that turned her body hot. She was hopeful that at least this time he would not break her heart but he had proven her wrong. Not knowing what to do when Florence didn't react, the Chauffeur shifted his weight on the other leg uncomfortably. "Miss, here is the coffee for you. Do you need anything else?" He asked still trying hard to not let his eyes travelled down from her face that was partially hidden with her brunette hairs. "Put that tray on the table." Her voice came void of any emotions. He did as he was told and stood straight again in front of her. "Do you need anything else, miss?" "Yes!" And she crossed the distance between them in one stride and crashed her lips on his. Her actions startled the man and he tried to push her away from her. His face morphed into horror at her bold and unexpected action. He was the only witness of his master and Florence's little secret. He had met her many times and was familiar with all her moods. But this was not what he anticipated even in his dreams. The more he tried to push her away the more strength she put. His grip on her arms tightened to the point that his nails dug into her skin. His sounds of denial fell on deaf ears. Her soft lips felt like heavens on his rough ones. The lust in him was trying to overpower his rationality. For a split moment, his corrupted mind urged him to taste her, to devour the feel of her lips on his. His lips started moving along with hers and his heart sighed in bliss at the feeling. Florence smirked inwardly seeing that the man finally complied with her. 'Huh... I knew that you can't resist me!' But her short-lived satisfaction shattered when the fear of his master's wrath conquered his mind and actions again. His hold on her arms that was loosened a bit turned tighter than before and his lips stopped matching Florence's. He again used his strength to push her away but Florence put all her weight on his chest and fought back to win over him. After struggling for some seconds, he managed to create a little gap in between their faces but Florence had lean her full weight on him so he had to hold her with both of his hands. "Miss, please. Stop it!" He sounded alarmed. Both of their breaths turned heavy and their chests heaved up and down to intake the air in their lungs. He was well aware of his master's ire and was scared to death at the thought of he was touching something that his master had claimed as his. But Florence was drawn deep into the ardour of hurt and rage. She felt offended by the man's actions and needed something to calm that fire in her. And the chauffeur that looked pale and shocked by her actions was near to the best chance she had for it. "Why?" She whispered while peeking up at his face through her sweeping eyelashes. But the chauffeur's mouth went dry at the look of madness in her brown hazel eyes. She looked like a different person altogether with her teary and red eyes. She could see the hesitance prevailed in his eyes. "Master... he will kill me if he got to know this." His voice came raspy and shallow. A coquettish grin stretched on her full and glossy lips as she stared straight into his eyes. "And how would he know if no one tells him?"
