Page 30 of Bad Duke

“I think we should give them what they came here for,” he tells me, giving no warning when he slides his hand under my ear and draws me closer, kissing my lips and taking my breath away. He’s smiling when he pulls back and I feel the blood rush to my cheeks.

“Come on, let's get you home before I fuck you up against that glass and really give them a headline.” He drops his hand into mine, leading me back outside, through the chaos, and into the back of the car.

ALEX

“Morning.” I breathe a sigh of relief when I find her already at the breakfast table. I’d panicked when I woke up and she wasn’t there beside me.

“I took the dogs out for an early morning walk,” she explains, twisting the ring that's on her finger. It reminds me of what she said when I gave her it last night and it pisses me off.

“We have the garden party to look forward to today,” I remind her with a sarcastic smile that I know will irritate her. Olivia looks hot when she’s angry and I know she’s not happy about spending the afternoon pretending to be my betrothed.

“What time would you like me to be ready for?” She keeps her mouth straight and her eyes serious as they glare across the table at me.

“We’ll leave here at one, so we're fashionably late.” I tuck into the breakfast Kristoff has prepared me, looking up when I hear her chair scrape the floor. There's no sound of footsteps because she’s barefoot, and when I notice that all she’s wearing is a shirt that belongs to me, it makes me want to chase her to wherever she’s going and fill her pussy with more of my cum. I don’t know much about trying to get a woman pregnant. I’ve spent my whole life trying to avoid it, but I figure the more times we have sex the better our chances and I’d happily dedicate the entire day to making my mission a success.

* * *

I don’t see Olivia for the rest of the morning, instead, I get a visit from the private investigator Marina recommended to look into the whole Beatrice situation. I give him a swab of my DNA and send him on his way, still not entirely sure what I’m going to do about her if it comes back that she’s my sister.

I look at the grandfather clock and check it against my Rolex when it gets to 1 pm and I’m standing in the hall waiting for her. Paul waits by the door and smirks when it gets to two minutes past and there's still no sign, then just as I’m about to charge up the stairs and drag her down here myself, she steps in to view. I swear, I forget how to breathe as I watch her elegantly take each step in the high-heeled shoes that make her legs look like they never end. The dress she has on is light and floaty, perfect for a garden party, and the way the top half ruffles around her tits draws attention to how round and pert they are. Paul isn’t smirking anymore when I glance back over my shoulder at him, he looks every bit as mesmerised as I am.

“You're late.” I turn my attention back to Olivia.

“I had to pick out the right thing to wear,” she answers back unapologetically.

“Well, you did a good job of that.” I look her over and when I smile, she continues to walk towards me.

“Come on, let’s get this dumb-assed party over with.” She shakes her head and struts out the door and I close my eyes, taking a calming breath before following her. When I notice that Paul’s eyes are still lingering I get right up in his face and make him jump when he turns back around.

“Unless you want to pick every single one of your teeth up off my floor, I suggest you keep your eyes off what's mine.” I tap him firmly on the back before rushing to the car so I can open the door for her.

* * *

Fair play to Elizabeth Winfield, she’s pulled out all the stops. Her garden looks immaculate, she’s used our family colours in her decor, and she’s even hired entertainment.

“Wow!” Olivia gets excited when a man juggles past us on a pair of stilts, and I grab us both a glass of champagne from the person dressed as a harlequin, who greets us with a tray. “Make it look like you're drinking it, or trust me you’ll be questioned,” I point out. I have no issue with anyone here knowing that Olivia might be pregnant, but I know she’s not ready for the attention it would cause and I don’t want anything to jeopardise how accommodating she’s being.

“This party is all for you.” She looks around with her big and bright eyes.

“Not really, this party is for Elizabeth Winfield to show off. I’m just the excuse for it,” I tell her under my breath when I see that we’ve been spotted. I raise my glass to her, noting how she's abandoned Lord Malory mid-conversation so she can rush up her long gravel path to greet us.

“Surprise!” She throws out her arms. “Us Winfields don’t do things by half measures.” She proves that modesty isn’t her strong point when she shakes her head proudly.

“It’s awesome.” Olivia feeds her ego as her eyes continue to wander around the grounds in awe of what she’s seeing.

“Now, Alex, there are some people you must meet. Come, come…” Elizabeth marches on towards the older gentleman and his wife who are still talking to her husband. “This is Lord Malory and his wife.”

“Bill and Sylvia.” The Lord reaches out to shake my hand and smiles.

“Pleased to meet you, Bill.” I shake his hand and then take the hand of his wife. “Sylvia.” I kiss the top of her hand and make her blush.

“This is Olivia, my fiancée.” I use my hand to urge her forward and present her. I want every man here to know that she belongs to me.

“Pleased to meet you, Olivia, we heard all about you from Elizabeth, do you have a date set yet?” Sylvia asks, genuinely sounding interested.

“September,” I answer so Olivia doesn’t have to stutter on it.

“Oh, September, and will it be a church wedding?”

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