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Chapter 30.
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The Waiting Lady's Affair.   Chapter 31
Alexander remained seated in his chair, taking his time to observe every curve and dip of her body. Heâd missed raking his hands all over her, sliding his tongue on her soft, creamy breasts. Her soft thighs heâd been between not enough times. He didnât understand what he ever saw in Isabel. But, despite all these thoughts swirling around in his head, his expression remained blank. He took a slow sip of his drink, taking his eyes off her, seemingly uninterested in the beautiful woman before him. This made Lila nervous. She could never understand him even though she said she did. He didnât even seem interested as she in her. Did he even like her? She felt extremely foolish. She had come to his office hoping to get his attention , but it was slowly becoming clear that he didnât see her as anything. Why else would he have sex with Isabel before he had sex with her, and even in front of her. She clenched her fists in anger, and emotion she had been feeling whenever Alexander was invo
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"Under the table," Alexander hissed, his voice sharp with urgency. Lila blinked once, twice, before quickly scrambling to gather her uniform and bra, diving under the desk. Her breath was ragged as she crouched there, clutching the fabric to her chest. The sound of knocking filled the room again, louder this time. "Alex?" Mrs. Harrington called from the other side. "We canât keep ignoring this rift between us. I know I said I didnât want to talk to you, and I appreciate the space youâve given me. But Iâm ready now. I need us to talk about what happened." Alexanderâs hands fumbled as he fixed his disheveled appearance, muttering a string of curses under his breath. Another knock. This one more insistent. "Alex? Iâm coming in." The door creaked open, and Victoria stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, shadows cast by the single desk lamp making the space feel smaller. She paused, her gaze sweeping over Alexander. He was sitting stiffly in his chair, his shirt slightly untucked, hi
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Lilaâs fingers curled tightly around the tulips in her hand, their delicate petals now crushed by the force of her grip. Her face was contorted in a frown as she walked behind Mrs. Harrington, who was barking orders at a poor man standing on a ladder, adjusting the curtains. It wasnât the curtains that irritated Lilaâit was everything else.She had woken up with that same frustrating, empty feeling from the night before. The night that had started with so much potential but ended in disappointment. Lila had nearly gotten what she wanted with Alexander, almostâĶ but once again, it had slipped through her fingers. It was becoming a familiar pattern, and the anger inside her had reached its boiling point.Mrs. Harringtonâs voice broke through her thoughts as she snapped, "Move them further to the right. To the right, you idiot!"Lila nearly rolled her eyes. "Itâs a dinner party, not a fashion show, why does it matter?" she muttered under her breath, her gaze falling on the curtains that w
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The evening began as expected, with the Harrington estate bathed in the golden glow of candlelight. Mr. and Mrs. Harrington stood at the entrance, warmly receiving their guests, laughter and light chatter filling the air. âMr. Harrington, how was the business trip?â one guest asked with genuine interest. âIt was quite alright,â he replied with a smile, âthough I must admit, I was a bit homesick. I missed my wife very much.â âOh, you two have always been so enchanted by each other,â another chimed in, prompting a round of laughter. Mrs. Harrington blushed but said nothing, her attention momentarily caught by the bustling of servants preparing for dinner. What she didnât notice, however, was that her lady-in-waiting, Lila, was nowhere to be seen. The dinner bell rang, and the guests made their way to the grand dining hall. As everyone settled into their seats, Lila finally appeared, taking her usual position behind Mrs. Harringtonâs chairâbut this time, she was dressed in something
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Mr. Paul followed Lila into a room that looked untouched. The room was dark, save for the moonlight that filtered in through the open balcony doors.He paused for a moment, taking in the scene. The air was cool, carrying a faint trace of garden jasmine from outside. His eyes adjusted to the dim light, finding Lila standing on the balcony, her silhouette framed by the night. The moonlight lay softly on her skin, making her appear almost ethereal. She had captured his attention the moment he saw her at the party, and he had been waiting for a chance to be alone with her.Her dress billowed slightly around her thighs as the breeze danced through the balcony. It was a delicate tease, revealing glimpses of her legs that stirred something primal in him. She turned around, resting her back against the railing as she watched him approach. Her gaze was steady, almost challenging, as though she knew the effect she had on him."You are beautiful," he said softly, stepping closer. He moved wit
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Lilaâs heart pounded in her chest as the door to her room clicked shut. She kept her eyes away from the intruder, forcing herself to steady her breathing. Sheâd known this was coming. The moment sheâd kissed Mr. Paul, her fate had been sealed. Sheâd flirted with him all night, testing Alexanderâs patience, and now the price had come due. But she wouldnât show fear. That was the one thing she had leftâher defiance. The tension in the room was suffocating, the silence stretching far too long. Finally, she turned to him, her feet hesitant but firm as they carried her to the figure standing in the shadows. âAlex, Iââ she began nervously, her voice trembling. âSir,â his deep voice cut her off, sharp and cold as steel. She blinked, caught off guard by the correction. âS-Sir,â she stammered, her words faltering under the weight of his gaze. âI donât know what came over me tonight,â she added weakly. âWhy is it,â he began, his tone low but filled with fury, âthat you continue to te
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The morning light crept into the room, dragging with it a dull ache that woke Lila before she was ready. She lay on the bed, her body heavy with pain. Her skin burned where Alexanderâs belt had landed, and her throat ached from where his hand had been. "I love you." The words rang louder than the pain, filling every space in her head. She blinked away tears and sat up, wincing as the motion sent a sting down her back. But there was no time to feel sorry for herself. Mrs. Harrington would need her, and Lila couldnât afford to give her a reason to yell. Lilaâs movements were slow as she worked in the dining room. Every time she bent or reached, the bruises made her flinch. Her hands shook slightly as she poured tea into a cup. âWhat is wrong with you this morning?â Mrs. Harringtonâs voice snapped across the room. âYouâre slower than a sick dog.â âIâm sorry, maâam,â Lila muttered, focusing on steadying the cup. âSorry doesnât get the job done, does it?â Mrs. Harringtonâs sharp e
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The morning light seeped into the servantâs quarters, pulling Lila from a restless sleep. Her thoughts were tangled in Alexanderâs voice from the day before, his confession of love haunting her. Yet her bruises ached as much as her heart, serving as reminders of the complex, dangerous man who claimed to love her. She tiptoed through the hallways, ensuring she wouldn't cross paths with him. She longed to be near him but was terrified of the intensity he brought with him. She couldnât risk another interaction like yesterdayânot yet. By late morning, she found herself accompanying Mrs. Harrington to a high-end dress shop in the city. Lila had never been in a place so grand. The walls shimmered with gold accents, and the chandeliers sparkled like diamonds. Every dress looked like it could buy her freedom ten times over. She kept her hands clasped tightly, determined not to touch anything unless explicitly told to. Mrs. Harrington, meanwhile, settled into a plush chair alongside her fr
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The Waiting Lady's Affair.   Chapter 44
Alexander strolled leisurely along the grand pathway leading to his mansion. Today, he hadnât taken a carâhe felt no need. There were days when normalcy was a welcome change in his otherwise complicated life. The crisp morning air, the rustle of leaves, and the crunch of gravel under his feet were oddly soothing, but his mind was far from calm. Lila. Her name lingered in his thoughts, bringing with it a whirlwind of emotions. He wanted to see her. No, he needed to see her. She was like an addiction he couldnât shake. But unlike most addictions, where the substance controls the user, he felt in complete command. Command of her emotions, her body, her very essence. A virgin. That revelation had taken him by surprise. Lilaâs auraâtimid yet undeniably sensualâhad misled him into thinking sheâd been with someone before. Her innocence had only fueled his desire, and knowing he had been her first filled him with a smug satisfaction. He found himself smiling at the memory, a warmth spre
The Waiting Lady's Affair.   Chapter 43
Lila stood at the door, her stomach twisting with shock as Victoria and Rose continued their lively conversation.âI found him on the balcony late in the night,â Mrs. Harrington was saying, fanning herself with a hand as a wide smile lit up her face. âHe was so uneasy and desperate to have me. He could barely control himself.â Her cheeks flushed a deep red as though the memory was unfolding before her again.âAnd none of the servants caught you?â Rose asked with wide eyes, her tone a mix of horror and excitement.âI donât think so,â Victoria replied, though her voice wavered. âBut theyâve been avoiding eye contact with me more than usual. And some of the young girls blush whenever I speak to them.âRose squealed, clapping her hands together. âThen they definitely saw you two!âVictoria waved her hand as if brushing off the idea, though her expression betrayed her mortification. âWhatever. Itâs my house. I can do what I want.âDespite her dismissive words, Lila could see the unease in
The Waiting Lady's Affair.   Chapter 42
The events of last night replayed vividly in Alexander's mind. âDarling, what are you doing?â His wife took in the sight before her, confusion and shock flickering across her features. Alexander stood bare on the balcony, his sweat-slicked skin gleaming under the moonlight. His broad chest heaved with each heavy breath, his discarded clothes lying carelessly at his feet. The air was heavy with a familiar musk, the unmistakable scent of desire lingering between them. Her robe swirled around her ankles as she rushed to his side, pulling it off to drape around his shoulders in an attempt to shield him from prying eyesâor perhaps from her growing questions. "Alex, whatâs going on?" Her voice wavered, searching his eyes for answers. Alexander dropped his gaze, shame coloring his expression. He avoided her probing stare until her fingers gently tilted his chin up, forcing him to meet her. He sighed deeply, the words spilling reluctantly from his lips. âI didnât want to wake youâĶ but I
The Waiting Lady's Affair.   Chapter 41
The morning sun streamed through the tall windows, casting a warm glow over the sprawling Harrington estate. Inside, the maids scurried around, replacing every flower arrangement in the house with brighter, fresher ones, just as Mrs. Harrington had instructed. Lila stood off to the side, arms crossed and posture stiff, overseeing their work with hawk-like precision. She wasnât friends with any of these womenâdidnât want to be. To her, they were fossils stuck in a life she couldnât comprehend or care to understand. Her legs began to ache after standing for so long. Sighing, she lowered herself onto the grass, grateful for the reprieve. Of course, her legs hurt. After last night, how could they not? She was sore from the passionate night. The thought made her cheeks flush bright red. She couldnât stop the images flooding her mind: Alexanderâs hands and lips on hers, his body pressing against hers, the sheer intensity of his touch. The memory made her shiver in the morning heat. âShe
The Waiting Lady's Affair.   Chapter 40
Lila nearly lost it when Alexander slipped his hand into her bra. He had slipped off her robe and was now fondling with her left breast. The warmth of his hand against her hard nipple sent goosebumps rising all over her skin. She threw her head back in ecstasy as he squeezed the mound gently. Alexander loved watching how sensitive she was to his touch. She was always so ready to receive him and today she will. He reached around her with his free hand and unclasped the hook of her bra in one motion, Lila slightly came out of her trance to marvel at the action. The lace material covering her chest fell to the floor and before she could react, Alexander's warm mouth covered her erect nipple and suckled greedily. He lifted her up by her thighs, carried her and placed her on the balcony railing. She felt fear for a second before it evaporated and was replaced with desire.She drew in a deep breath as the intense pleasure had stolen the air from her lungs. She opened her legs wider, m
The Waiting Lady's Affair.   Chapter 39
Lila stood on the living room balcony, her fingers gripping the silk robe tightly around her body. The cool night air whipped against her skin, making the material swirl around her like a wave. She could feel the weight of her thoughts pressing against her chest, but it was the unease, the fear that gnawed at her the most. She had been feeling it for days now. The confidence she had built up when Isabel was here had vanished into thin air, leaving only the remnants of dread. She couldnât stop thinking about what would happen when Alexander came for her tonight. The last punishment still haunted herâher wounds, still fresh and painful, reminded her every moment of how far he could go. The possessiveness that clung to him had become like a shadow, following her everywhere. It wasnât just his eyes, the way they pierced through her like a blade; it was everything about him that made her feel small, controlled. But it wasnât her fault. She never asked for Reagan to approach her like tha
The Waiting Lady's Affair.   Chapter 38
The morning light seeped into the servantâs quarters, pulling Lila from a restless sleep. Her thoughts were tangled in Alexanderâs voice from the day before, his confession of love haunting her. Yet her bruises ached as much as her heart, serving as reminders of the complex, dangerous man who claimed to love her. She tiptoed through the hallways, ensuring she wouldn't cross paths with him. She longed to be near him but was terrified of the intensity he brought with him. She couldnât risk another interaction like yesterdayânot yet. By late morning, she found herself accompanying Mrs. Harrington to a high-end dress shop in the city. Lila had never been in a place so grand. The walls shimmered with gold accents, and the chandeliers sparkled like diamonds. Every dress looked like it could buy her freedom ten times over. She kept her hands clasped tightly, determined not to touch anything unless explicitly told to. Mrs. Harrington, meanwhile, settled into a plush chair alongside her fr
The Waiting Lady's Affair.   Chapter 37
The morning light crept into the room, dragging with it a dull ache that woke Lila before she was ready. She lay on the bed, her body heavy with pain. Her skin burned where Alexanderâs belt had landed, and her throat ached from where his hand had been. "I love you." The words rang louder than the pain, filling every space in her head. She blinked away tears and sat up, wincing as the motion sent a sting down her back. But there was no time to feel sorry for herself. Mrs. Harrington would need her, and Lila couldnât afford to give her a reason to yell. Lilaâs movements were slow as she worked in the dining room. Every time she bent or reached, the bruises made her flinch. Her hands shook slightly as she poured tea into a cup. âWhat is wrong with you this morning?â Mrs. Harringtonâs voice snapped across the room. âYouâre slower than a sick dog.â âIâm sorry, maâam,â Lila muttered, focusing on steadying the cup. âSorry doesnât get the job done, does it?â Mrs. Harringtonâs sharp e
The Waiting Lady's Affair.   Chapter 36
Lilaâs heart pounded in her chest as the door to her room clicked shut. She kept her eyes away from the intruder, forcing herself to steady her breathing. Sheâd known this was coming. The moment sheâd kissed Mr. Paul, her fate had been sealed. Sheâd flirted with him all night, testing Alexanderâs patience, and now the price had come due. But she wouldnât show fear. That was the one thing she had leftâher defiance. The tension in the room was suffocating, the silence stretching far too long. Finally, she turned to him, her feet hesitant but firm as they carried her to the figure standing in the shadows. âAlex, Iââ she began nervously, her voice trembling. âSir,â his deep voice cut her off, sharp and cold as steel. She blinked, caught off guard by the correction. âS-Sir,â she stammered, her words faltering under the weight of his gaze. âI donât know what came over me tonight,â she added weakly. âWhy is it,â he began, his tone low but filled with fury, âthat you continue to te
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