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Chapter 15

Darcel

"I am really sorry Mr.Karwitz" Eriantha finally broke the silence between us which was anything but awkward to me, because right now, I was so out of it, that having a civic conversation with her was an uphill task. Our first meeting was  a well thought out plan, and I hate anomalies, but then everything about my future wife was an anomaly.

I am not mad at those videos which are going viral right now where I broke that fucker Mathew's nose. I am glad I did, and I would do it again if I would go back in time and may be I would do worse. But, then some cheeky bastard had recorded him grounding his excuse of a dick against Eriantha in the name of dancing. Of course, Leon was the initiator of this whole orgy, damn that cock-head.

"That video should be out of the internet now, and hunt down the moron who had dared to take it in the first place. Do it RIGHT NOW." I snarled at Sebastian.
I am sure he curses me everyday or maybe he curses himself for coming back to this job, but then Sebastian knows I value him and his salary speaks for itself.

I turned to Eriantha, her once white dress was stenched in grape juice, the pulp remnants were sticking around everywhere, she had pulled up her hair in the familiar bun, the way I had seen her at the meeting room, where her scent had hit me hard and made me lose my mind to the point that I can't freaking control my senses when she's around. Right now, the car smelled like fucking grapes, and I am not a fan of grapes, but then there was Eriantha, even as a sticky mess of grape pulp she looked delectable and suddenly I was hungry for those grapes.

The scene from the party replayed on my mind, she was wearing this little sundress, every inch of her was soaked in grape juice, and the leach's hand was right on her bare back. I felt something burn inside me and my head throbbed with the intensity of a furnace.

"Video? Which Video were you talking about Mr.Karwitz?" I heard her asking again, she has been trying to make small conversations all this time, especially apologising about soiling my jacket and my car seat, and how Leonel had hurt Vivian's feelings. The last things I cared about right now were those things.

However, from her shaking legs I could tell she was scared, even though she had been trying to put up a front.
Does she think I even care about somebody else's feelings? If Leon is an ass hole with Vivian that's none of my concern.

My eyes zeroed on her lips which she had been biting nervously and it hasn't been helping me much with my self restraint, from the moment I have had a taste of her lips, I craved for nothing else but those sweet plumps.
Like the jerk that I am knowing fully well how uncomfortable she was at the party, instead of answering her queries, I asked her instead, "Are you two close?"

Eriantha didn't have a history I knew of, the research which I had done on her was as thorough as a high ranking investigating officer.
She blinked a couple of times, obviously the sudden nature of my question had confused her, "Whom are you referring to Mr. Karwitz?"
I inched my left arm a bit, and the next moment she was scooped on my lap, where she should have been all this, time. She squeaked out of surprise, and the little noise, sent electric signals to my cock.
My hands held her firmly around my waist so that she was straddled around me.
No escaping Nectar.

"Are you by chance acting ignorant?"
She shook her head, looked at me with wide eyes, her nervousness was enticing me, and, before I realised my fingers were caressing her bare thighs, as the dress had scooted up further in this position.
I was vexed at how Mathew had his hands all over her.
"Let me ask you straight, Mathew Amber? Are you both..." I knew the answer and yet I felt apprehensive, maybe they had something nobody knew about, Mathew was no less of a skirt chaser after all, and Eriantha is irresistible, maybe he had a past with her, a weak moment...