Knowledge Is Power Is Time Is Money ₪₪₪ ONE SHOTS!

Homeless Ifrit (Part 2)

Unfortunately, we could not dance forever. Propriety dictates a maximum of three dances in a row, unless you are engaged or married of course.

So after the first two dances, as Sir Anthony came over to claim me, Mr Ambrose swung me away from his grasp and claimed a third dance. But he could not do so after that.

My one dance with Sir Anthony was hopefully his hell. I made every second, every step as painful as possible. He didn't dare go for round two. He was barely able to stand as it was.

'I am terribly sorry Sir Anthony, I don't know what could possibly have happened for this sudden cramp in your foot. I do hope it does not affect you for long. I would very much like to continue our dancing.' I smiled innocently up at him.

'Uhh... Of course, Miss, but maybe a break for a short while would do us both some good?' He lead me through a door I hadn't noticed we were headed towards.

'Where are we going Sir Anthony?'

'Remember I had a question for you? I would like a bit of privacy to ask it.'

'I'm not sure that is proper sir! Surely you can ask me a simple question back out there.' I pointed back through the door towards the crowds and dancers hopefully. 'You know where there are witnesses.' I mumbled to myself.

'Certainly not Miss. Not this question anyway.' He turned to me then and there was a triumphant look about him.

Oh no!

'If it is not a question suitable for society then it is not suitable for me.' I tried to leave the room but he blocked me in. 'Let me pass!'

'Please Miss Linton. Just let me speak.' He did not say this pleadingly as he should have. It was more intimidating than anything and made me want to leave more than ever.

The alarming realisation slammed into and would have knocked me out had I not been aware of what was possible if I were unconscious at this very moment. This man isn't just trying to marry me. He would hurt me if I didn't, and probably even if I did. 'I have come to admire you greatly.' He continued. 'Your tenacity, your stark sense of humour, your beauty...'

He tried to stroke my face with the backs of his fingers but I flinched away from him.

He chuckled.

The maniacal son of a bachelor!

I was speechless. What was going through this mans head? After all I have put him through, he is still in this delusion. Is he truly insane?

I mentally checked what I held on my person. Anything I could use as protection? Nothing! Not even a blasted fan!

I'm screwed!

I backed up to give myself some distance. He advanced on me.

'Do not be afraid my dear.' He leered. 'I am in love with you.' I stepped away again. This time he stormed my perimeter and fastened his hand behind my head in my hair, holding me in place. His grip pulled at my hair painfully making me visibly wince.

I don't think I've ever been afraid of a man before. Not of the bandits in Egypt nor the soldiers in Brazil, not even of Mr Ambrose.

But I was right now.

In the grip of this man, whom I had insulted thoroughly not too long ago. In the presence of the richest and possibly most powerful man in London.

Oops!

'Do not shy away from your feelings for me.' He stepped closer to tower over me. I was frozen in place.

Frantically I tried to think of a way out of this.