Chapter 5 : Walton’s sister

"I'm... I'm not running," I lied, my voice shaking slightly.

"You look beautiful when you're nervous," he murmured, his eyes dropping straight to my lips. "But you don't need to be afraid of me. I told you this morning... I can give you exactly what you're missing." "I'm actually starving," Charles said, breaking the tension with a small shrug. "Can you make me something quick to eat?"

I nodded, glad to have something else to do. "I can heat up some dinner for you."

I turned around to the stove, feeling his eyes on my back the entire time. I quickly warmed up the food, put it on a plate, and set it down in front of him.

"Thanks," he said, taking a bite. He looked up at me and smiled. "Why are you always so formal with me? I’m your husband's brother. You don't need to be so scared or stiff around me."

I stayed on the other side of the kitchen island. "I'm just trying to be respectful, Charles."

"Are you this formal with Walton, too?" he asked, looking at me closely.

I didn't answer. I just looked down, hoping my milk would finish heating up so I could run upstairs.

"By the way," he murmured, his eyes moving down my shirt. "You're not wearing a bra, are you?"

My face turned completely red. "How... how do you know that?"

"Because when you were pouring the milk just now, your boobs were bouncing a lot," he said with a slow smirk. "It looked really good. I liked watching it."

"You shouldn't say things like that to me," I whispered, feeling incredibly embarrassed.

"Oh, come on," he chuckled, shaking his head. "Why are you so serious all the time? You're so young. Is this how you talk to your husband, too? Do you just formally say, 'Please pick up your penis and put it inside my vagina'?"

He leaned back and laughed out loud at his own joke, while I stood there completely frozen, not knowing what to say.

Charles’s laugh cut off instantly.

Thud.

We both stopped dead. It sounded like a heavy door shutting upstairs. In the absolute quiet of the house, the sound was incredibly loud.

A sudden slap of reality hit me. It was the middle of the night, the kitchen lights were low, and I was standing here in a thin nightshirt while my husband's brother talked dirty to me.

"Stay here," Charles whispered, his smirk completely gone as he stepped toward the doorway. "I'll go check."

I didn't say a word back to his crude joke. With my face burning, I snatched my glass of milk, turned around, and slipped out through the back door. I practically flew up the dark staircase, my heart hammering against my ribs. The moment I got into my room, I locked the door with a quiet click.

Standing by the window in the dark, I saw a flashlight beam cut across the courtyard. It was one of the estate guards.

Walton’s sister, I realized, a cold shiver running down my spine. I remembered her whispering to the head of security a few days ago, telling him to keep a close eye on me while Walton was in London. She was spying on me. If that guard had looked through the kitchen window a minute earlier, he would have seen everything.

I crawled into bed, my skin still tingling from Charles's words.

I lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, completely messed up inside. As much as I wanted to be furious, his dirty comments had actually worked. "Please put it inside my vagina," his voice echoed in my mind, making a sudden heat spread under the covers. I pulled the blanket tighter, totally trapped by a dangerous craving I couldn't control.