Haven And Chaos

34) Did we fuck?

I carefully wiped off the blood from Gale's lip. He had asked me, no, ordered me to tend to his wound while he continued his conversation with his brother. They were discussing a Duke called Whitsun from Nebraska. From their talk, it seemed as if this Whitsun would be dining tonight with Gale and that was why Jones had visited. Even though he had lost his claim to the archduke position, he seemed involved in politics regardless.

Hearing him offer his mature and helpful opinions about their topic of discussion made me doubt whether he was the same bastard who had pulled that disgusting prank on me.

Once I was done with the cut, I gathered the kit and hurried away from him and the desk entirely. But as I hurried past the seat that Jones occupied, my wrist was grabbed and pulled.

I yelped dropping the aid kit while my body was hauled in his direction, ending up with my ass on his lap. His huge warm arm suddenly snaked my waist and his chin rested on my shoulder. "Are you running from me?" Jones asked.

"No... And this is inappropriate. Please let me go."

"Relax honey. I won't do anything to you against your will. It's just that-" I felt his chin tilt as he angled his face to take in my side profile, "-I think I have a crush on you."

My head snapped to the side to cast a harsh glare on him. He might have been a year older than Gale, but he was acting like a teenager, so ironic.
"Okay. Now may I leave?" Asked starting to lift my butt but his arm smacked me back down. "Please, respect yourself, Lord Jones." I used the title, to remind him of his noble status and how he should act like it.

That seemed to work from the hard frown eating up his face. "You're truly, truly, boring little girl."

"Thank you, old man," I mumbled the last part. All of a sudden, Jones broke out in a heavy laughter that made his body shake as he withdrew his chin from my shoulder.

"Oh gawd, what was that!" He said in between his laughter. "Brother, I like this one already. Hot and cold, fierce and meek. What a sexy combination."

I summoned all my strength in my hands and forcefully removed his arm from my front waist before rising and dashing out of reach. Only then did I look Gale's way. Catching the flat expression he wore, almost as if...jealous. But I was very much aware of the resentment he bore for me, envy was a word bound to miss from his dictionary.
"Have a lovely day, my Lords," bid with a mocking curtsy to irritate him.

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Gale pressed the hollow of his fist on his mouth, fighting a bloody battle within him as his cock continued throbbing under the desk, stirred by the desperate look Maya had had on when his brother pinned her on the very desk. That shocked expression had looked so similar to the one of many the 'illusionary' Maya had on the previous night.

It had knocked him off his senses that he almost blanked out with the two of them right before his eyes.

He watched her leave the room, drowning in his jumbled memories of the dream he had experienced.
"I want her," Jones declared in a lovely tone as if telling Gale to back off. "Since you haven't claimed her, I'll make her mine."

Gale's expression shifted from normal to annoyed as his eyes moved from the door and onto his brother. "She's the person who killed Cindy."

The mention of Cindy's death brought an instant frown fused with terror on Jones.
"What?!" He barked stunned.

"I'm keeping her around to make her pay."

Jones's shoulders began shaking as a rage-filled laughter bubbled from his mouth. He swept a hand through his hair. "You mean she's the drunk girl who killed my dear niece? Gawd, I almost fell for that brat."

"She has her charm," Gale added flipping a page of the large book before him.

"What about you? How can you sleep with your daughter's murderer?" Jones questioned bitterly. "You should send her to the-"

"I have my ways of punishing her. You don't need to concern yourself with this... And if you have so much free time, you should take care of the organ trafficking case. The Prince expects positive results in a month."

Jones rolled his eyes, sinking in his seat. "You're just like dad, all you two talk about is state affairs. You deserved that punch."

Gale glared in silence, before sighing, dispersing his rage. His gaze fell on the shut door, his mind drifting off for a second. Nobody knew of his ill fantasy. Nobody had to know what happened in his head with Maya. But damn, his cock couldn't shake off the feeling. Almost as if he had truly fucked her. Now that he was thinking about it in a clearer state, he did smell Maya's hair conditioner or shampoo in the morning. Which was odd given that the sheets were changed daily and he hadn't summoned her.

His eyes suddenly enlarged and the beating of his heart vanished for a millisecond.

She was all covered up from early in the morning and even now with the heat hanging in the air. Which was unlike her.
Suddenly, liquidized tension filled his stomach. Was it possible that it had all been...real?

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Someone was speaking, yet Gale couldn't understand or process a word they were saying. His eyes were restless just like his soul. It had been a few hours since the realization set in, yet he still couldn't confirm whether it was true or not. And with Jones at his shoulder, he hadn't had the time to confront Maya.

Confront her? He scolded himself. Now that was something he couldn't directly ask her. The only option was to summon her with the pretense of the usual night teddy and secretly inspect her body while she slept.
With that brilliant plan in mind, he felt like the hours were moving slower than a running slug.

He couldn't concentrate on anything. Yet here he was, expected to postpone the deal worth millions of dollars and act naturally. But how could he when there was a possibility that he had fucked his daughter's killer? Not once, not twice. Fuck! He hadn't even counted just how many times he had savaged her pussy.

"Gale? Gale?" A voice called, pulling him out of his desolate world and back to the living. His weak concentration fell on his brother who wore a concerned look.

"Uh? Oh, sorry... It's just that um... I'm not feeling so great right now."

"I'm sorry to hear that Lord Gale. Should we reschedule this dinner? I certainly don't wish to"

"Oh no. I can survive," he assured with half a smile.

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"Shit! These won't go away like the hickeys," Maya complained pressing a whisk on the bite mark around her left nipple. "That pretentious bastard had gone all out on me. Fuck him!"

She had spent almost an hour researching how to get rid of hickeys using the computer in the library which, thank heavens, was accessible to anyone in the house, including the servants. Getting Lisa to unlock it for her had been a piece of cake.

She didn't want to wear a pull-neck at school. One day of the aggravating cloth had been more than enough.