Keith's Secret - Bloody Seduction Vol 1

Chapter 1

Cynthia

Passport in hand, I walk up to the controller. He checks that everything is in order before letting me pass.

Here I am in Scotland. A new life is beginning and I hope it will be better. I leave behind so many bad memories, which I am happy to leave in France.

I leave the airport in a hurry. My heart is compressed and excitement is pulsating through my veins. Outside, I take a breath of air, squint and scan the parking lot. Lord Keith MacKay told me that his driver would take me to their house. I see the black car, and this time my heart misses a beat. A huge limousine is waiting for me. They don't do things by halves!

My steps are quick. I only have eyes for the vehicle a few meters away.

I don't know much about the MacKays. I have only conversed with them a few times and have found that they are polite. The photos I received from them showed me two lovely men. They are magnificent. I must have looked at their portraits for an eternity. I'd recognize their faces in the dim light.

At the limousine, the driver calls out to me. He's still inside, sitting behind the wheel. The passenger side window is down. He nods, inviting me upstairs.

Wow! It's off to a good start, you know! I made way too many films during the trip. I imagined a gallant chauffeur; the door and carries my luggage to the trunk. Not even. Well done for me! I should stop watching stupid movies! I finally have proof that it only happens on screen.

In the limousine, my eyes are all over the place. There is a tray with a glass filled with a red liquid, a box adorned with a gold design, a letter, and a white rose. Everything you need to seduce a woman! I look up, but can't find the driver. A black tinted window prevents me from speaking with him. I sigh, before turning my attention back to the presents.

I grasped the letter with a trembling hand. It smells like a man's perfume, virile. I don't know which one, but it's powerful.

The vehicle starts, while I immerse myself in reading.

Dear Cynthia Ryce, I hope you had a good trip.

I am delighted that you are finally honouring us with your presence. Since we've been talking about it, my brother and I have been looking forward to meeting you.

Unfortunately, I won't be able to be there when you arrive at the manor. My brother, Steafan, will show you your apartments. But I will be with you as soon as possible.

A glass of wine and cupcakes are provided. Feed yourself.

Lord Keith MacKay.

Classical music plays in the background. I recognize immediately. It's Vivaldi, the Four Seasons. The atmosphere immediately becomes relaxed. I sit at the back of the leather bench, after grabbing the glass filled with a red liquid.

I don't know how long the car has been driving, but through the windows I can see the change of scenery.

Goodbye to the many roads and houses. Here we are at BettyHill.

I didn't expect this, although I looked at each path via Google Maps. It's much quieter and charming. In the end, the fear I felt for weeks was silly! I feel like I'm going to like it here, much more than in France.

The limousine turns right onto a dirt track. Trees hide the sunlight from us until we arrive in front of a large gate. The driver appears to have gotten out to open it. With a lump in my stomach and pressed against the glass, I detail the exterior of the manor. To get to the gates, you have to go around a body of water with a weeping willow. My eyes don't miss a beat of the show. A frog jumps from one lily pad to another.