Jacob waited patiently.
He'd waited until Olivia had danced every set, each with a different man. He had waited even as Merrick lead her to dinner, whispering in her ear all the while. He had waited as the gentlemen were chased away for the ridiculous practice of consuming port while the ladies stayed back doing god knows what.
He was still waiting by the empty stairway, well hidden behind a pillar when he heard the twittering sounds of the ladies as they made their way up to their respective rooms.
Olivia was filling the room with her soft sighs and breathily murmured encouragements and Jacob had to fight to keep his control on a tight leash. The woman was driving him mad. He quickly shucked his clothing while she lay on the bed, appreciation shining in her blue eyes as she took in his form. Jacob had to resist the urge to preen before her as he made his way to her. "Like what you see, my lady?" he murmured, lying atop her, groaning at the sensation of skin against hot skin, softness against his hardness, her skin pale against his bronzed
"What do you think?" Olivia asked Jacob who was reading the clue with nary a wrinkle upon his brow. "The hunting lodge," he said confidently. "What? Allow me to read it," she reached for the piece of paper that held the riddle which would direct them to their next clue. He moved his hand away from her reach and Olivia instinctively went after it, inadvertently pressing up against him with a mu
Although he was right beside her, Olivia felt like he was very far from her. And what worried her was that she might never find a way to bring him back. They were both solemn when they reached Remington hall. As it turned out, Lord Merrick and Winifred had won the treasure hunt. Nobody questioned Olivia and Jacob about their whereabouts. Jacob quietly excused himself and disappeared into
Jacob felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice-cold water onto his head and without a warning, at that. "He took it in exchange for settling a debt?" he asked, needing to be sure if he'd heard her right. She nodded, her eyes pitying. He didn't know what to say. He took the necklace dangling from her hands–his mother's necklace and motioned her to turn around. He put it against her ne
When Olivia awoke, it was quite late—almost noon. She found a note lying beside her. I'll be back in a day, it read. She sighed, missing Jacob already but glad he'd thought to leave a note. And it was only a day, she tried to pacify herself.
"George, please darling. You must eat," Melissa pleaded with her fiancé. data-p-id=73562c872f390bc18a836fc4b1cf93e0,style=text-align:left;,"Eat? How can I eat when my neph
Jacob had gone through a week of hell. So he couldn't be blamed for thinking he was suddenly in heaven when he saw Olivia walk into the courtroom. She took his breath away, dressed in a simple morning gown with her hair pulled back under a hat. But the surprise and pleasure lasted only for a moment. Because after that it was replaced by fear. She was either here to testify against or for
A lot could change in less than a day, Olivia discovered the day after Jacob’s trial. For one, her father had refused to acknowledge her after calling her 'another Townshend bitch.' Although it had hurt quite a bit, she figured she was better off without him anyway. Jacob had tried to talk to her but she had rebuffed his efforts. She had just discovered that her father had been responsib