Beauty and the marquess! Lady Eva Hastings story

Beauty and the Marquess, Eva, The Hastings. Book 1

Chapter 30

From bad to worse!

Marcus arrived home an hour before gulping down his expensive brandy in the crystal glass.

His pretend Valet Chester came inside expressionless fearing the outcome "I am bloody stupid in all my time pretending, I deflower a Ladies Maid" disgusted at his behavior.

"Hey" Marcus slurred his hey seeing Chester walk in "have a drink with me buddy" sloshing the liquid in the glass.

Chester thought for a moment before saying "no the demon drink would not make the ordeal disappear" needing to be frank.

Marcus lay disheveled on the couch "what hap...hap....happened to you Chester" slurring again?

"I was stupid" responded Chester expressing how he felt I wish I could rewind my behaviour.

"You're behaviour buddy" laughing "what about mine I attack Eva in the carriage nearly having sex with her" and slapping his face.

"I can see she fought you well" indicating Marcus's scratched face.

"Eva scratched my face then slapped me senseless until I planted my mouth over hers" boastful now.

"You need sleep Marcus" confessed Chester to his friend, "here let me help you up" lending Marcus a shoulder to hang off.

"Come on, one leg in front of the other Marcus" teaching his friend how to walk drunk. "I can't feel my legs chester" spitting his spit out as he conversed sagging.

Lifting Marcus's heavy frame they reached his room awkwardly before Chester unapologetic threw Marcus face down on his bed.

"Owe" complained Marcus turning his body around "someone is a cranky pants what happened to the Ladies Maid and you" snorting?

"Forget what happened with me" muttered Chester cranky.

"Awwe did the Ladies maid cause my friend trouble?"

"You may say that" clipped Chester frowning.

"Tell your best mate co..come on over here" patting the space.

"Good grief" argued Chester "fine, okay, I'll walk over" moving near Marcus smelling like a distillery.

"I..I...I slumping down yes Chester so many I's in you're speech Marcus said complaining deflowered her Ladies Maid Chester said being frank."

"Chester you didn't" said Marcus surprised?

"I did" nodding his head sick with dread.

"We'll talk tomorrow" dismissing Chester from his room. Marcus needing sleep replied turning over drifting into a drunken hazed sleep.

"Thank you" said Chester dryly regretting his indiscretion moved away into his room sober.

The sunlight shining through his Lordship's room.

He groaned, his throbing headache Marcus had been up till all hours drinking with his titled friend's at whites before venturing on home.

Chester the valet roughly swung open the curtains sunlight streamed in. Marcus holding his head "What the hell Chester, I need my beauty sleep go away" Marcus said grumpy as a bear.

"Come now your lordship you have some wedding planning to do" said Chester hearing the news stepping outside onto the streets of London awash full of gossip from last night. "Don't remind me Chester, that bloody chit is the hell of my life" he closed his eyes remembering her vanilla scent, her skin like silky cream, smooth as porcelain.