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Chapter 16: Whiskey

Chapter 16: Whiskey

Just as the young master wanted, Ulysses led him to the wine room. Ulysses prayed to be swallowed by the ground because of the awkwardness. He hoped that Lord Damond was one of those who forgot everything once sober. He really did not know what everything would look like when it was all over. Lord Damond waited, sitting on a stool while watching him choose the whiskey he was going to drink.

Eventually, Ulysses picked up his favorite, Johnnie Walker. Since he was innocent regarding spirits, he examined the bottle first before he tried to open it. Ulysses cringed when Lord Damond laughed and stood up to pick up an object placed right in the whiskey cupboard. Ulysses watched as Lord Damond approached and leaned on the long, white table where the bottle sat. His grip on the table tightened when the young master stepped directly in front of him and showed him the object he was holding.

"You open alcohol..." he said, taking the whiskey in an unexpected way. Ulysses was almost out of breath because Damond seemed to hug him as he reached for the bottle from behind him. Ulysses was stunned as he stared into those mesmerizing eyes.

"Using this thing..." he added, opening the whiskey easily. Ulysses looked away in embarrassment. Lord Damond laughed and put the whiskey right behind them so that he could hug Ulysses and press his body against him.

Ulysses turned to his young master in shock and pushed him with all his might, but Lord Damond just grinned and wrapped his arms around him instead. Ulysses sighed and bowed as the master's gaze dropped to his lips. Is he really drunk?

[What are you doing, my Lord?] Ulysses asked, trembling. [I am sorry, I cannot be with you while you drink. I have to leave.]

"Hush..." he stopped him by pressing his thumb against his lips. Ulysses gasped even more when Lord Damond lifted his face to align with his own. Ulysses could feel his breath change; it was following him, accelerating.

[What are you doing?] Ulysses asked boldly and met his scorching gaze. [Please... let me go.]

He would not be this bold if his young master did not already have a love interest. But he is betrothed already, so Ulysses will be the one to adjust since he is the sober one.

"Pure... impeccable... innocent. Justice for my boner, please..." Lord Damond hoarsely whispered and let go of his chin. Tears welled up in Ulysses's eyes; he did not like what was said. He was not a fool and understood the meaning, and he did not like the way he was being stared at. Even though Damond was still one of the most handsome creatures in the world, the fear in a pining person like Ulysses could not be removed given this strange demeanor.

"P-please..." Ulysses almost whispered.

"Please what?" Lord Damond teased.

Ulysses swallowed. [This is wrong, young master...] he replied.

Lord Damond moved slightly backward when Ulysses reasoned with him. He could see how the lord suddenly felt a desire to move away, but there was something in him he could not control, so he could not truly get away from Ulysses.

"So beautiful... fucking beautiful freckles. Like the stars."

Lord Damond caught his face as Ulysses tried to avoid his sight. Ulysses seemed to regret his movements because now they were even closer to each other. Damond claimed a little more distance only to bring his face closer again.

[What are you doing, my Lord?] Ulysses asked while fighting that warm gaze. [You are drunk, just relax, my Lord. I will call someone to bring you to your room...] He suggested and swallowed hard.

"I am not drunk. I just had a bottle of whiskey, though..."

Ulysses's eyes widened. He is not drunk in that state yet? Does he want to drink until he goes berserk?