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Estelle swatted the air, clearing the cloud of dust around her, and stepped into the attic. Dark places like these made adventure stories all the more surreal. What kind of secrets would she find in here? Would she uncover a murderous plot? Knowing that she wouldn’t have too much time to explore, she walked around the small room, looking for a trunk or anything that appeared feminine.
“Over there, Miss, by the window. That is where the mistress wanted Helen’s belongings moved to.”
Estelle quickly made her way and opened the trunk. The top had been cluttered with articles of clothing and personal effects. Shifting the items to the side, she found some books and a bag. When she opened the bag, its contents felt like folded up pieces of paper, but the lack of light hindered any possibility to verify what they were. She pulled them out, and a book to hide them in. Estelle got up and closed the trunk, returning to the door where the maid and footman waited for her.
“What are you doing with that book, Miss?”
“I thought I should like to read it.”
“The master has a well-stocked library. Why not choose something from there?”
“If Helen had a book stowed away, it is likely deemed more suitable for the female populace. I am sure nothing in your master’s library is romantic.”
The footman snorted and showed her the way out, ensuring he locked the door behind him.
“Come along now, you two. I think we have tarried long enough.”
And that we have, I cannot wait to see what’s in those letters. Estelle tugged on the maid’s arm to pull her closer. “Do you think there is any chance my room can be changed?”
“I’m certain, but I will ask the housekeeper in the morning if it’s possible.”
Estelle couldn’t possibly wait that long to see Ben. She’d have to wait until the maid left her, and would sneak into his room before anyone noticed.
How she hoped Ben would allow her to stay and keep him company. She wanted to be held, consoled, and she wanted to hear his sweet, deep voice until it lulled her to sleep. No longer was she satisfied with his soft fingers cradling her face while he kissed her gently; Estelle needed him in an unfamiliar, yet warm way.
These sentiments flooded her with a foreign desire. They had shared light intimate moments when her father left the room; Ben stepped closer to her one day, as she looked out of the window in the morning room, his arousal pressing against her bottom when he wrapped his arms around her, whispering of the delights in which they would both indulge. Behaving with decorum ceased to exist when he stood so close to her. Ben shared with her a deep connection she did not realize had ever existed before now. Why on earth did she feel so confused by these complex emotions?
Estelle supposed people married for less, but to truly be married to a person who loved and idolized her…If only her mama was here to see how content he made her.
Chapter 7
Edwin paced the length of the passageway. Frantic and concerned that if someone were to closely examine where the gentleman had fallen from, his secret would be exposed. Seeing Estelle with her fiancé earlier did nothing for the anxiety and loneliness rising beneath his surface. How he longed to feel the soft touch of a woman, Estelle’s in particular. No one understood that since Helen died.
His uncle and the countess were useless, too stuck on society and its niceties. They were too self-absorbed to even comprehend the menace living behind these walls. Sure, his past did not help, and if Edwin had an opportunity to turn back time, perhaps things would have been different. Yet, time could not be undone, and he would suffer eternally as would the rest of his bloody family.
“Quit your muttering, you fool. Someone is bound to hear us,” his cousin growled quietly.
“Why are you even here, George? Should you not be chasing one of the married women or maids into a broom closet? Or has your cock suddenly
Estelle swatted the air, clearing the cloud of dust around her, and stepped into the attic. Dark places like these made adventure stories all the more surreal. What kind of secrets would she find in here? Would she uncover a murderous plot? Knowing that she wouldn’t have too much time to explore, she walked around the small room, looking for a trunk or anything that appeared feminine.
“Over there, Miss, by the window. That is where the mistress wanted Helen’s belongings moved to.”
Estelle quickly made her way and opened the trunk. The top had been cluttered with articles of clothing and personal effects. Shifting the items to the side, she found some books and a bag. When she opened the bag, its contents felt like folded up pieces of paper, but the lack of light hindered any possibility to verify what they were. She pulled them out, and a book to hide them in. Estelle got up and closed the trunk, returning to the door where the maid and footman waited for her.
“What are you doing with that book, Miss?”
“I thought I should like to read it.”
“The master has a well-stocked library. Why not choose something from there?”
“If Helen had a book stowed away, it is likely deemed more suitable for the female populace. I am sure nothing in your master’s library is romantic.”
The footman snorted and showed her the way out, ensuring he locked the door behind him.
“Come along now, you two. I think we have tarried long enough.”
And that we have, I cannot wait to see what’s in those letters. Estelle tugged on the maid’s arm to pull her closer. “Do you think there is any chance my room can be changed?”
“I’m certain, but I will ask the housekeeper in the morning if it’s possible.”
Estelle couldn’t possibly wait that long to see Ben. She’d have to wait until the maid left her, and would sneak into his room before anyone noticed.
How she hoped Ben would allow her to stay and keep him company. She wanted to be held, consoled, and she wanted to hear his sweet, deep voice until it lulled her to sleep. No longer was she satisfied with his soft fingers cradling her face while he kissed her gently; Estelle needed him in an unfamiliar, yet warm way.
These sentiments flooded her with a foreign desire. They had shared light intimate moments when her father left the room; Ben stepped closer to her one day, as she looked out of the window in the morning room, his arousal pressing against her bottom when he wrapped his arms around her, whispering of the delights in which they would both indulge. Behaving with decorum ceased to exist when he stood so close to her. Ben shared with her a deep connection she did not realize had ever existed before now. Why on earth did she feel so confused by these complex emotions?
Estelle supposed people married for less, but to truly be married to a person who loved and idolized her…If only her mama was here to see how content he made her.
Chapter 7
Edwin paced the length of the passageway. Frantic and concerned that if someone were to closely examine where the gentleman had fallen from, his secret would be exposed. Seeing Estelle with her fiancé earlier did nothing for the anxiety and loneliness rising beneath his surface. How he longed to feel the soft touch of a woman, Estelle’s in particular. No one understood that since Helen died.
His uncle and the countess were useless, too stuck on society and its niceties. They were too self-absorbed to even comprehend the menace living behind these walls. Sure, his past did not help, and if Edwin had an opportunity to turn back time, perhaps things would have been different. Yet, time could not be undone, and he would suffer eternally as would the rest of his bloody family.
“Quit your muttering, you fool. Someone is bound to hear us,” his cousin growled quietly.
“Why are you even here, George? Should you not be chasing one of the married women or maids into a broom closet? Or has your cock suddenly
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