Top Note

Chapter 35

Eriantha

I woke up with Darcel snuggled against my chest, he was sleeping like a baby, without a worry in the world. I looked at him, his sleeping face appeared no less than that of an angel, and unlike the usual mask that he always managed to keep on, controlling this real emotions,at this moment he looked innocent, and kind, this man was just too gorgeous to be my husband. Before I knew it my lips touched his forehead. Darcel stirred briefly, but he was fast asleep. I have never regretted having to get up from the bed, not atleast when I would have to go out to do my favourite thing in the world, making perfumes. However, today I wasn't ready to leave this peaceful bubble.

Come on Eri , you had just promised him last night that you would make the best perfume for him. What about it?

I tried to give some pep talk to myself.

My resolve to wake up early and head straight to my work station was fucked hard and rough,just like my pussy it's there but not quite ready. In fact, my entire body was sore.

I winced the moment I tried to free myself from my husband's huge arms, to get out of the bed, I was feeling hot and sweaty, but even in the discomfort there was a feeling of warm relief in my heart.

Last night, both of us bared ourselves, especially Darce. I was in a stupor  when I heard about his past. He must have endured all of that by himself, and how hard it must have been for a kid. Every word spoken by him emanated pain, no wonder he despises that man, Viktor  Cedine.

Right now, even to me the thought of Viktor Cedine makes me unsettled, how could he do that to Carnelia and Darcel?

Love is a fleeting emotion, one that never sticks. In a marriage it's the sense of duty and sincerity that's most important.

Why was love so cruel? Is it always the same for everyone? Aren't there really no forever and ever?

My heart sobbed for the child who had been scorned for his existence his entire life, no wonder Darcel is so overprotective, it's self preservation after a ll, and I can see it now.

However, something wasn't quite sitting well with me, and my gut feeling told me that there was more to the story, than Darce knows, not that I was in any way sympathising with that jerk Viktor.
But,what I  didn't quite understand was about Maximilian Karwitz.

If he knew who the father of Carnelia's child was all through, then why did he completely discard the prospect of marrying her off to Viktor? That was the easiest way, it would have subdued the scandal and made it all look clean.

Even if Viktor had nothing, the Karwitz had enough wealth to support him to start his own business, I am sure Carnelia's own shares at the Karwitz corporations were no less than a fortune.

It couldn't be about status.

I am certain Maximilian Karwitz was ruthless enough to drag Viktor by the leash and make him fall at Carnelia's feet no matter which rathole he had chosen to hide himself. Maximilian wouldn't have risked his family's reputation.

Darcel's existence, a bastard child, maligned the entire family's image. Somehow a piece of the puzzle wasn't fitting but I was unable to point it out.

"Nectar"

Darcel's voice dragged me back from my wayward thoughts. His sleepy voice was panty wetting sexy. His hair felt like feathers, as I stroked it absentmindedly.
Darcel nuzzled against my boobs, which were already perked up to his attention.

"How are we this morning?" 
Before I was going to answer that I quickly realised that the question was directed at my girls, he sucked in one of the nipples leisurely, while his fingers were playing with the other one.
"Dar" I moaned out his name, as he continued to play in his own rhythm.
He was obsessed with my boobs, while all my life I had felt nothing but weird and conscious about my body, Darcel literally worshipped it.