Kisses from you (Complete)

A dance with Charles

Another party in this season. As usual the ballroom is crowded.

Emmie is standing at the edge of ballroom. When that man approaches him. No sign of Doug in the ballroom.

This man used to be her brother-in-law. It would be rude to decline his offer to dance. Everyone is watching her reaction right now.

She has no choice but to accept his hand. They dance waltz together after many years they have known each others.

"You still felt perfect in my arms," praises him.

She looks another way. He always stares her with great admiration.

"Charles...stop it...I'm a married woman."

"I don't care about him. I just want you."

They kept dancing. She has to fake a smile so no one would be suspicious.

His hand on her waist rubs a bit too intimate way.

"Charles, stop it..." whispers her.

The music stops. But he wouldn't let her go. They just stand there in the middle of ballroom. Attracting eyes, making tongues wag.

She struggles to be freed from him.

The waltz music starts again.

Charles leads the dance and she has to follow his lead.

"Waltz is just making love. You and I shall be a good pair in bed."

"Charles, please stop...I never like you in that way..."

He hugs her a bit too intimately. Too close based on normal standards. The gossips shall be great.

He asks, "Why? George and Doug? Not me? Because of my bad leg? I'm a great dancer."

"It isn't that. You can't force love..."

"I shall take what's mine."

The music stops again.

Emmie looks around. The scandal would be enormous if they danced for the third time. She's a married woman. Doug would be disgraced.

She struggles harder to get free.

"Why? Why not me? What should I do to make you choose me?"

"Charles, stop it..."

Suddenly Charles got pulled away from her. Doug punches him straight on his nose. Emmie's husband has finally arrived to save her.

Charles' nose is bleeding. He takes off his handkerchief and wipes the blood away.

He says coldly, "I'll remember this, Doug."

The villain smiles and asks Emmie, "If he's gone, would you be mine?"

Emmie's world turns dark instantly. Doug quickly catches her wife before she crashes to the dance floor.

(Charles has gone mad! How could he make such a scene in a crowded ballroom? Earlier, few noblemen kept insisted me joining them for a card game in game room. Charles must have sent them! I'm a gullible fool!)

Doug carries his poor wife out of the manor. They shouldn't have come here. Charles wasn't invited to this party. And yet he could enter it without any invitation.

Tongues wag describing Emmie as a wild woman. Unsatisfied with her late husband, George. She must have seduced his brother-in-law, Charles.

Now both men wanted her. Fighting like two wolves over a rabbit.

*****

"Oh, Emmie...I'm sorry..." whispers him.

He kisses her forehead. His wife looks troubled in her sleep. She cried to sleep again.

(Charles hurt her and I couldn't do anything for her. I'm such a useless husband).

Doug holds her hand and she stirs in her sleep.

He whispers, "We will leave London, Emmie. We will go where you would be safe from harm. That man shall not troubled us again."

Tomorrow morning he shall arrange everything.

They never went for a decent honeymoon. It's time they see the world and forget about Charles.

*****

"Idiot!" yells an old man before throwing a shoe to Charles' head.

The dirty shoe hits his face perfectly. Charles doesn't dodge it. He knew too well his birth father wouldn't like it if he avoided it.

"Plenty decent ladies and you have to chase her. A married woman. It would put dirt to your political career. Forget her! Got it?"

"Yes, Prime Minister."

Charles might say yes.

But his heart refused to give up on her. The way she felt perfect in his arms. Union with her in bed shall be very rewarding. Look how Doug is beaming with happiness after his marriage.

The old man says, "Heard the devil's heir is heading to Cornwall. I want him out. His death shall be a major blow to Duke Exeter."

"I shall arrange my best men to wipe him out."

"Do it neatly, Charles. Don't let any witness alive."

Charles smiles coldly.

He asks, "Of course. Don't you remember who I am?"

The old man finally smiles proudly.

Like father, like son, people said. They both have thick faces and black hearts. They are ready to do anything to keep his seat as Prime Minister of England.

Charles bows slightly.

He says, "I will go and arrange everything, Milord."

The old man only snorts. He has three legitimate sons. Weaklings all of them. Only Charles really resembles him.

Charles leaves to do his errand.

Killing a man is nothing but an errand for him. He lost count how many men sent to early graves since he followed his birth father's footsteps.

Charles walks out of the manor. He sees the full moon above. The silver light reminded him of Emmie's ballroom gown. She looks dazzling in it. Bewitching him as usual. Made him forced a dance to her, twice in a row.

His father is wrong.

He wouldn't give up on her. She's the reason for his aching heart.

Charles whispers, "Wait for me, Emmie, my love. Once Lucien kicked the bucket, it would be Doug's turn. Nothing, no one could stop our Union."

He walks toward his carriage. Time to contact his goons.

Other noblemen might collect art works or rare wines. Charles collects criminals. The most deadly ones in the Continent. Criminals from different backgrounds. From thieves to killers. He collected them all.

Sometimes he would pair a thief with a killer. Breaking entry into a nobleman's house. Kill the Lord and made it looked like robbery.

The Prime Minister has many political rivals. Only one left. The most annoying ones: Duke Exeter and his son.

Planning assassination is just his favorite mind games.

---------------------------------------------------
Please vote and comment:)

Thanks:)