"Actually Peony...she was telling me about a rumor she had heard..." Anne speaks up.
"What rumor?"
"It was about Lord Arron..."
"What!? Yeah, and what was it??"
"That- well before she could complete, The Lord appeared before us"
On hearing those words, I bite my lips drawing blood off them.
That motherfucker...
How dare he!?
Just how low will you stoop down to Arron??
"Understood." That is all I say.
"Duchess...What are you going to do??" She asks.
"Whatever I need to do to make him confess" I reply.
"Don't tell me you think that..."
"Yes, I do think that he's the one who killed Peony" I reply in a cold voice.
Anne falls silent.
The Lord of this manor...
The one she followed...
Did he murder her dearest friend?
She was unable to find words to speak.
But more than ever she felt regret.
Regret of ever following him.
Instead of the Duchess...
Tears drop down from Anne's eyes.
"I'm sorry" she cries.
"For?"
"I shouldn't have tried to poison you with the others...I shouldn't have followed their orders" she cries.
"Yes, you should be," I say.
And then walk away.
It's great that she realized her fault.
That's all I need.
I don't need to say anything more or anything less.
Now all that is left is...
I strut across the hallway that leads to Arron's room.
Then slam the door open...
Sitting on the bed, Arron looks behind to see who it is.
His usual nonchalant eyes meet mine.
Then as if expecting me, his lips curl up into a smirk.
"Ah well, hello there." He says.
I enter his room and sit on the armchair opposite of him.
"Did you kill Peony?" I ask directly.
"What if I did?"
So he's not even denying it.
"And why exactly did you do that? What will you get from killing a mere maid?"
"You know that very well Duchess, you know that I don't like it when they chat about me"
"What?"
"You know I did it for your sake too. It was for the both of us"
"What are you even talking about???"
"Rosetta..." He calls out my name with the same nonchalant eyes.
I keep on looking into his blue eyes trying to find answers...
But I can never find any...
Arron breathes out a sigh.
"What do you want to have?" He asks.
"What???" I get taken aback by his sudden question.
"Wine?"
"No thanks. Just answer my question"
"Hah," he smiles covering his eyes with his hands.
"Arron, just answer my question. What the fuck are you trying??" I ask again.
"I'll answer if you have one glass"
"Fuck you."
Arron breaks into a chuckle.
"But anyways it's very bold of you to come here alone at night"
"Oh yeah? Why so?" This is my manor, I can go wherever and whenever I want"
"So since you are here again, should I take that as a 'yes' that you liked what we did last time??"
I immediately remember that night.
And roll my eyes like hell.
Ugh, I can't-
I can't deal with this pervert!!
Without another word, I get up to leave.
But just when I am about to...
I see him standing near the door.
Lorenzo.
Half naked.
Covering his torso with his arms.
"Ah, Lorenzo you are here?" Arron stands up from his place with a smile.
I look back at Arron, then look at Lorenzo again.
THESE TWO-WHAT THE FUCK!? PLEASE NOT AGAIN!!?
"Duchess you are here-" Lorenzo blushes trying to avert his gaze from mine.
"NO I'M NOT!! I'M OUT-" I say and try to escape.
But Lorenzo pulls onto my dress's sleeve.
"Please...please don't leave" He cries bashfully.
"Huh!?"
"He's asking you not to leave..." Arron whispers into my ears.
*BA-DUMP*
I flinch as I find him leaning close to me.
FUCK WHEN DID HE GET HERE!?
At this point, every cell in my body keeps screaming, "GET OUT OF HERE!!!"
I try to get away but I realize Lorenzo is still holding onto my sleeve.
And no sooner, did I realize I am trapped between the both of them.
"Duchess...Can't you just stay here...?" Lorenzo begs.
"Just for the night...?"
"What the...uh-" I struggle to find words.
As if yearning for me, Lorenzo's yellow eyes look at me.
Why do you always look at me like that?
I always end up losing my cool...
And why the fuck do I keep getting dragged into this mess???
"Have a seat Duchess" Arron pulls the armchair from behind.
And subconsciously my butt falls down on the chair getting seated between those two.
Arron looks at Lorenzo and he catches his signal.
Slowly bending down on his knees, Lorenzo caresses my foot with his hands.
"What-what do you think you are doing?" I flinch at his sudden touch.
"Duchess...Please allow me to worship you this once" He cries.
"Huh??"
Then bringing my foot to his mouth, he kisses it gently.
*BA-DUMP*
"I'd devote my entire life to your worship, if only you let me," He says it like a promise.
Ahhh, what is this...??
Why is he being like that??
Lorenzo kisses every single toe on my foot sincerely, as if begging for my love.
And even though, it makes me very uncomfortable...
I don't hate it.
Slowly reaching out my hands towards his head, I run my fingers through his jet-black hair.
Lorenzo looks up at my touch.
His eyes always remind me of that night.
They always beg me to look at them.
And a part of me wants to look away but...
How do I do that when he looks at me like that?
"Did you like it?" Arron asks.
I flinch to see Arron leaning close to my chair, his lips just a few inches away from my ears.
"WILL YOU STOP GETTING CLOSE LIKE THAT ALL OF A SUDDEN!?" I scream at him.
"Why so? Don't you like it?" He says in the most casual tone possible.
"No, I don't! Now get the fuck out of here" I slap his face hard.
But obviously, this guy doesn't even have the slightest shame!
He looks back at me...
And his lips curl up to that same smirk he always has...
"You know he's really good with his tongue"
"What-"
"Why don't you show her Lorenzo?"
"Huh?"
And before I can even react, Lorenzo sticks out his tongue and licks my toes from top to bottom, twirling it in the corners and then sucking them gently.
"What the fuck!?" I immediately try to pull my foot away.
But it is held in place by Lorenzo's hands.
"What the hell are you doing!??" I scream at them.
"Please let me serve you, master, just for this night...Let me prove myself worthy of your attention!" he begs.
His devotion truly surprises me...
Unable to find any more words, I let him do whatever he wants.