Page 9 of Secret Confession
One wall is a floor to ceiling window that folds up to make a door out onto the patio, which overlooks the large expanse of grass at the back of the Mansion. The large wooden table we’re sitting at is in front of the window, bathing us in the bright morning sun, whilst giving us a beautiful view as we sip on our coffee.
“In the past, it was used all of the time. Mrs Morelli, Marcus’ mum, loved to cook. This room was designed just the way she wanted it, and although it has been modernised several times over the years, it’s still very reminiscent of her original design, and what she loved.”
At the mention of Marcus’ mum, I recoil slightly, so shocked to hear her being spoken about. She died when Marcus was five, and I hadn’t even been born then. Miles told me that Marcus rarely mentions his mum anymore, but he used to talk about her when they were younger.
I haven’t seen a single trace of her as I’ve been exploring the Mansion. I expected to see at least a picture of her, or some hint that she once called this place home. But since it’s been over twenty years since she died, and there are no other personal items on display either, it’s not too surprising.
“Has nobody really used the kitchen since?” I ask, trying to distract myself from asking more questions about the woman Maximus once loved and married.
Mrs Branch narrows her gaze on me, clearly having picked up on the question I asked without actually saying the words. “Mr Morelli has never publicly dated since his wife’s death. Other than Marcus, you’re the only person to have ever stayed at the Mansion.”
My eyes widen a little at that, and I have to blink quickly to try and hide my shock from Mrs Branch, who seems to see everything. In some ways, it’s not that much of a surprise that nobody else has ever lived at the Mansion. Maximus is clearly a very private person, who doesn’t like to share his personal space.
I also can’t help but wonder if Mrs Branch chose her words carefully.She said that Maximus hasn’t dated in public, but does that mean she’s aware of the less than savoury things he gets up to in private?
I’m pulled out of my thoughts when Mrs Branch’s chair scrapes along the marble floor as she pushes it back, getting to her feet. She places her mug in the sink, and makes her way towards the door, pausing only to pull out her phone.
Her brow furrows as she stares at the screen, looking confused by whatever she’s reading. She then turns to me, a curious expression on her face. “Mr Morelli would like me to request that you join him for dinner in the informal dining room at seven tonight.”
“What?” I blurt out, my eyes growing wide as my cheeks heat.
Mrs Branch continues like she didn’t hear my outburst. “I will stop by your room this afternoon to help you choose something suitable to wear, and then I’ll collect you just before seven to show you to the informal dining room, so you don’t get lost.”
I breathe a sigh of relief when I hear that, as I have no fucking clue which room is the informal dining room, or if I even know where it is. Then my nerves return with a vengeance as I consider what type of event it might be to require having a pre-approved outfit.
Mrs Branch takes my stunned silence as agreement, telling me she’ll see me soon, before leaving me lost in my anxiety. Why does he want to have dinner with me now, after what happened last night? He’s been more than content to ignore more for the last week, but now he isn’t?
Although my nerves are dominating my body, making me tremble as I start to sweat, there’s a small part of me that’s a bit excited. No matter how much I try to ignore it, Maximus Morelli intrigues me, especially after what I witnessed last night.
I know I should be scared, but I’m not. I also should want to keep my distance, since he’s the epitome of off-limits—he’s significantly older than me, he’s dangerous, he’s far more sexually experienced than I am, and he’s my brother’s boss. The list could go on, yet I don’t seem to care about any of those things.
Maximus Morelli draws me in like a moth to a flame. He’s pulling me in without even trying, and I’m not sure I want to stop him.
What the hell was I thinking?
I sent the text to Rosa—Mrs Branch—demanding that Courtney join me for dinner tonight before I even thought it through. I’ve spent the last week actively avoiding her, despite seeing her everywhere I fucking look.
I can’t even sit on my damn balcony anymore without seeing her wandering through the rose garden, looking like sin incarnate.
From the moment Marcus and Miles arrived with her, I knew I’d regret letting her stay here. She’s sweet and innocent, with those bright-blue doe eyes, cheeks that flush whenever she looks at me, and pink pouty lips that she keeps fucking biting.
Don’t even get me started on her tiny body, her perfect curves, her pert tits, or her juicy arse. She looks young, innocent, and breakable—everything I avoid in women.
I was doing a perfectly fine job of pretending she didn’t exist, until last night. When I heard a gasp and looked up, only to find her staring at me, her innocent eyes darkening as lust overtook her.
I expected her to run, but when she didn’t, I made sure to let her see my dark side in all its glory. Anya is in the middle of a punishment, but she gets off ondegradation and power-play, something I’ve always been more than happy to help her with.
Recently, Anya has been demanding more from me, breaking the rules I’ve had in place since the beginning, and she’s generally just being more clingy. If she didn’t know how to deepthroat like a fucking pro, I’d have gotten rid of her weeks ago.
I meant it when I said she could be easily replaced. There are a string of women who would give anything to take her place, not to mention my other whores who’d enjoy more time with me. I don’t keep any of them around for longer than I should, and they all know this.
I watched as Courtney got more drawn in with each dirty word that left my lips. I shudder when I remember that, other than a brief glance at Anya when she first found us, Courtney’s eyes never left me or my body.
When she pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth, my balls began to tingle. I should have been concerned that I was more turned on by Courtney looking at me than I was by the girl gagging on my dick, but I wasn’t.
Instead, I made sure to speak directly to her, loving the way her breath hitched in response, making me think that the sweet, innocent girl isn’t all that she seems.
She looked needy and desperate as she watched me come, and I almost pushed Anya out of the way to get to her, until I remembered all the reasons why that would have been a bad idea.
