The Earls lie or a scoundrels promise

The She-Devil

                  

Chapter 7 - The she-devil

'Hush now dear, I want him back and you want her. We can both have what we want.' Melissa purred into the Barons ear as she slid her arms over his shoulders and down his chest. 'we can work together'

He rested the back of his head against her full round bosoms. Her dress almost so low, it almost revealed the tops of her nipples. He'd pushed the empty plate away after they had indulged in a private dinner at the Barons town house.

'She defied me once' Thomas spat through his teeth 'I want her, what would have been mine by right had the little tease never broken off the engagement. Does she think she can turn me away, me!? And with no repercussions?' He scoffed 'slut'

Melissa soothed his anger, rubbing at his shoulders, down his arms as if slowly dampening a flame. After they had both witnessed what happened on that balcony, she had see the look in the barons face, they had decided they did not care for the relationship that seemed to be blossoming between her past lover and his ex fiance,

'Shhh, it will all work out. You'll have your teasing whore, and you can show her what she missed all those years ago, how dare she lead you on in such a fashion, and then deny you what you so obviously deserve, what you were...are entitled too'

she tutted a pout 'And in doing so I shall have back the Earl. We were both wronged darling, Both treated so badly.' She spoke as if a siren, signing a song to lure and deceive, to encourage the darkness she saw in the Baron, to waken it to its full and unleash it like he was so beast, some dark pet.
'And we shall have our recompenses.'

Melissa had always been good at getting what she wanted. It wasn't hard to convince the Baron he should take what would have been his, especially once she slipped him nearly half a bottle of brandy after the ball in which she saw her man, the man she lost, with another.

And Melissa Ashton never lost, especially not to a plain little nobody, why would he even be interested in such a simpleton. She wasn't that pretty, certainly not Blake's usual type, because she was Blake's type. She didn't come from an impeccable background and if what the Baron had told her was correct, was dull as sin, but surprisingly wealthy. That was all she had going for her. She would have Blake back, once the girl was out of the way, and Winters would do just that.

One less obstacle to deal with. She had made such a mess before, had she not she would be Lady Arrington. A Handsome Earl as a husband, an enormous fortune at her disposal with several Huge Properties chucked in too, she would have been welcomed into circles beyond her and admired by the ton. And as much as it pained her to admit it, she really had lost out, but never again. She wasn't about to let him go again.

Melissa had been grateful when her old husband had finally died, it took longer than she wanted, than she'd planned but she couldn't stand to let him share her bed anymore, not that he would come to her often, he was old, weak and repulsively unsatisfying. She would never have accepted his proposal, but after losing out on one Earl, she had taken what was on offer as soon as possible, then after quickly tying the knot, Blake had never outed her to society like she had expected, so she needn't have bothered. Tho she wasn't sure how long she would have survived without any real income.

She straightened up and slowly withdrew her hands from inside his waist jacket and resumed her seat next to him

'The girls mother and brother are coming to town for her sister's engagement ball at the end of the week. Do they know what happened, why your engagement was called off?'

He barked laughter 'Are you kidding? of course not, she wouldn't tell them anything. Her mother is some sort of recluse. I'm surprised she is even coming to London. And her brother, well he would have called me out if she had, so I doubt that very much.'