Desire and Decorum (book3), Mr Sinclaire x MC (Contess Beatrice of Edgewater)
Disclaimer:The characters belong to Pixelberry. I only own my OC. No copyright infringement intended. The last dialougue’s lines in italics are a quoted diretly from the book
Please Note: English is not my first language. Please, excuse me any typos and/or grammatical errors.
Rating:PG-13
So, when I played Desire and Decorum’s last chapter, I chose the option“I love you, but I’m angry”and soon after, I regretted it. In the next day, while I was talking with friend, this idea came up and I couldn’t let it go. That’s what I think could have happened next:
‘My anger is temporary, but my love for you is eternal,’ she said it cupping his cheeks and resting her forehead in his. Then, Beatrice kissed him tenderly. He kissed her back desperately. He wraped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. They kissed until felt bretheless.
‘For a moment, I was afraid of losing you… Your anger is legitim, Beatrice. I should have told you sooner…’
‘You’ll never lose me, my Ernest,’ she assured him with another fervent kiss.
She was running her hands through his hair, playing with some of his curls.
‘You really like them, don’t you?’ Mr. Sinclaire asked.
Beatrice answered with a mischievous smirk.
‘Sometimes, I think you like them more than you like me,’ he said teasingly
‘I beg your pardon, Mr. Sinclaire? Let me remind you how much I love you,’ she responded sliding her cold hands under his waistcoat.
His body heat radiated through his clothes.
‘Do you think is too hot here Mr.Sinclaire?’ Beatrice asked tugging his waistcoat.
‘Would you care to do something about it, honorable Countess?’
Beatrice started to undressed him while she planted kisses along his jawline
‘You are really become an expert,’ Mr. Sinclaire praised delighted
‘I just follow the best examples,’ she murmured kissing his neck.
Ernest groaned and started to lifting up her skirt, brushing his fingers along the way. Then, they heard a knock at the door. Once, twice, three times…
‘My lady, as much as love carry on with this…I must…’ she interromped kissing him, ‘I’m waiting for an important menssage’
Beatrice kiss him one last time and helped him to getting decent again.
‘Come in!’ Mr. Sinclaire.
The butler handed him a letter and left the room. Mr Sinclaire opened it and read it carefully. He looked disappointed.
‘What’s going on, Mr Sinclaire? Bad news?’ Beatrice asked worried.
‘Actually, the problem is the absence of news.’
‘I’m not sure if I’m understanding you, Sir..’
‘As soon as he appeared, I hired a person to investigate Comte Renard and apparently he is a ghost. No one has heard a word about him for years and, suddenly, he reappeared a few months ago.’
‘Now, I think it’s best if we press on. We must act fast!’ exclaimed Beatrice.
‘There is one thing that has been troubling me. What happened to the real Comte Renard?’
