Lilly's POV
I woke up at the usual time for a Monday morning and dressed with Ella's help of course. The blasted clothes were impossible to wear without someone to assist you. My mind suddenly flashed back to South America when Rikkard was tightening my corset. I blushed when I remembered what had happened before the tightening of my corset.
As usual, I went out after breakfast with absolutely no pestering from Aunt and changed into my male clothes and cycled to Empire House. I greeted Mr Peoson or whatever his name was and started the trek upstairs to my office. I finally reached the top, panting. "Good morning, Mr Linton." said Mr Stone. I greeted him in the same fashion.
I walked up to Mr Ambrose's door and knocked. He opened the door and asked, " Who is it?". "Mr Linton." I replied. He let me in and walked back to his desk and sat down. "What are you doing here?" he asked me. " I work here." I replied. "No, you don't. My soon to be wife will not work." Anger started to flood through my veins. "Then I might have to decline your proposal.". "You will do no such thing." Rikkard replied. "I can and I will!" I shouted. "You cannot control me! You chauvinistic monkey's arse!". "You will not work." Rikkard said, with a signature frosty glare directed at me. Oh well. I guess it was time to pull out the big guns.
"Isn't it hot in here?" I asked him while I removed my peacock waistcoat. A strangled noise was what I heard before I was caged against the wall with Rikkard Ambrose's firm body pressing into my feminine one."Playing games again, are we Mr Linton?" Rikkard asked before he pressed his lips to mine. He ran his tongue across the seam of my lips for entry and when I opened my mouth he plunged his tongue in. We kissed passionately. After we parted I smiled at him and asked, "Are you sure I don't work for you?" "Fine! You can continue to work! Arguing with you will take me nowhere, and it is a waste of my time!" he said. My grin stretched even wider.
I walked into my office and entered Mr Ambrose's office again with his appointment book and a pen and sat down on one of the ungodly chairs in front of his desk. I looked at him with my grin still in place and asked, "So Sir, what day would you like me to reserve for your marriage to Miss Lillian Linton?"
"Next Sunday, Mr Linton."
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The Fiery Ifrit And The Stone-Cold Iceberg
FanfictionMr. Rikkard Ambrose. The richest and most powerful business magnate in London has found the one person who could break his unbreakable façade, Lillian Linton. Lilly Linton is a fiery, independent suffragist who harbors traitorous feelings towards he...
