To Stay Afloat

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James felt his muscles relax in the hot bath that he had the servants run for him after that servant who was unpleasant to the eyes of his brother left. His bath chamber was by far the most elegant one in all of the estate. The bathtub was not a wooden crate or barrel that was made for a grown man instead it was made out of marble and dug into the earth and about the size of a small kid pool in a square firm. In this day and age, there was no plumbing so the servants had to physically put in water and drain it this task took hours to complete. Because of this, the third young master took pity on their hunched backs and only bathed twice a day one in the morning and one at night.

Despite being a wastrel man James did have good taste when it came to decorating his rooms and finding good scents for relaxing and other more nightly actives. The smell of jasmine wafted in the room from the scents of the bottles this was the young master's favorite scent. There were indoor plants decorating the floor in brown pots to give the bathing pool a lively atmosphere. Three windows one on each wall save for the entrance let in the natural sunlight in and was obscured by cloths to keep the young master's modesty from prying eyes. Tasteful paintings and poems framed the wall. They were all done by an unknown artist who went by the name of Devin Flower. James chuckled as he looked them over they were done by a past lover and student who was no longer clean and died.

James was a man who would love to go and enjoy himself in the brothel not caring if his lovers where virgins or not but sadly the medicine of this time could not prevent sexual diseases or unwanted pregnancies so he had to reign himself in and instead be known as the man who loved to eat virgins instead. He sighed when he thought of those wild rumors that he must be self-conscious or bad in bed.

James was not of this world. Oh, he was born from his mother and father so he was from the flesh and blood of his family but he also had another family light years away and probably millions of years dead or yet to be alive. He did not know time was a funny thing. What he did know is that Aden was his new home, not Earth. He was born into the McLean family and had loving parents and older brothers. That he was the third young master of a family line that produced countless scholars and officials and that a war was coming soon.

Just thinking about the unrest that his home was subjected too because of that traitor gave him a headache. He frowned subconsciously then immediately smoothed out his features. James was not a man who did not like showing emotions but he did not want to get wrinkles by frowning and smiling so his smiles were now considered "rare" to his family and the public. And if you made him frown well good luck to you-you may not live to see tomorrow. The creams of this world were little and not working very good and he wasn't a beautician that can just whip up a cream.

James was a lover of art. That is what he focused on in his last life and that passion continued on into his new life. This is why he had so many lovers because of their beauty or their intellect. He nurtured those who needed help and then let them out into the world whether they live or die was no longer up to him once they left his bed and arms. Some may call him cold blooded but that was the way of an artist life he would not and can not change his habit besides no one has captivated him long enough or nestled into his heart for him to even consider settling down.

James motioned for a servant to wash his hair. He was not allowed to bathe by himself because of an incident involving aphrodisiac burning scent that he was almost subjected to a few years back. Now he had to have maidservants inside the bathhouse and two guards outside guarding the entrance. The young lady came and washed and lathered his hair up with soap careful to avoid the neck in any way. Once the process was repeated twice James dismissed her to her original position. He then grabbed a hard sponge and brutally cleaned himself washing between the ears, toes, neck, and unmentionable places. The maid's faces were burning red no matter how many times they see their young master undressed it was still a sight to behold.

He wasn't overly muscular like those soldiers and generals but his body was lean and firm. He had a smooth stomach and no scars or birthmarks littered his body. His size down there was long and thick above average and had black curls at the base. His balls looked heavy ready to shoot their loads into wanton partners. But the most beautiful part of the third young master was his slender neck. Partner that up with his long black hair and red lips his side profile was the best to stare at.

James washed off the substances and dried himself. Instead of putting on decent clothes he opted for a bathrobe ignoring the warnings of his servants about catching a cold. His bath house was located two minutes from his quarters so that the bustling of the servants wouldn't bother him. He walked leisurely to his room not in any hurry since his plans for the day and upcoming weeks were now ruined. Arriving at his quarters he was in for a surprise. He watched the young maiden that was sitting on his bed nervously pluck at the silks on her sleeves. She was no beauty but just above average. A small nose and round brown eyes that reminded him of the innocence of a cow. Her brown hair was braided in a fishtail over her shoulder. The pink silk that was wrapped around her white body gave her the air of innocence. Hearing the doors opening she looked up at the young man looking like a scared bunny. Looking at the bewitching man she let out a soft gasp from her painted pink lips. The third young master was a beautiful man. He had the elegance and charm that other manly men could not accomplish she was hooked.