Chapter 2

Chapter 2

( Two Days later)

" Oh... Yeah... Oh God..." Scarlett moaned as Gerald thrust in and out of her at an incredible pace. Her eyes clamped shut and sweat dripping from her forehead, it was obvious she was enjoying it. Way too much.

" Oh God... I'm coming... I'm cumm..." she didn't get to finish her sentence as she groaned aloud, her body spasming, jerking uncontrollably. Gerald continued for a few more moments and pulled out just in time to have his release on the bed. Scarlett lay slumped on the bed, unduly satisfied. Staring at Gerald with lazy eyes, her face broke in to a grin.

" I missed you so much." She muttered, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

Gerald shrugged, breathing heavily as he arranged his clothes. He had come here to release all the pent up energy he had stored after Serena's rejection. So, he couldn't really say he missed her. He realized Scarlett was still talking and gave her his full attention.

" Can't believe you spent two weeks with that slut of a wife." Scarlett muttered, grimacing. A frown tugged at Gerald's lips. Even if Scarlett was right, he still didn't like the way he called her a slut. She was anything but.

" But I'm here for a week." He replied, sitting on the bed. Scarlett rose up, placing her head on bus shoulders as she stared up at him.

" A week I look forward to." She whispered, then giggled. Her face turning serious, she glanced at him. " When will you be getting rid of her?"

" Soon." Was all the reply she got. Scarlett wasn't satisfied. She needed to exactly when Serena would be out of the picture.

" I cant wait. She doesn't belong to that house."

Gerald managed a smile before wrapping a towel round himself and proceeded to the bathroom.

" Want me to join you?" She called out.

" No thanks. I'm fine on my own." He replied. He heard her giggle before closing the door behind him, blocking any other noise.

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Back at home, Serena couldn't help but miss Gerald. Even if they barely talked, she found out that she enjoyed his presence. It rattled her up in a good way. Every other man eyes on her made her nervous, eager to bolt out of the room... Not Gerald's, his stares set her on fire, making her tingle in places she didn't know existed. Staring out the window, she couldn't help but think about the first day she met him.

** Flashback**

She had just arrived at the outskirts of Berkshire. It was first time of leaving her quiet but busy farmhouse to somewhere exotic. Stepping into the building, Sarah was there to welcome her with open arms. She had told Serena there would be a party in the evening and the maids would be helping her prepare. It was her first time, so she was especially nervous.

She's heard all about Gerald who was Sarah's Wilson son and this would be first time she would be seeing him. She wanted to know if he was as angry as he looked or if it was just a mask. When the evening rolled by, Serena could barely recognize herself. From a lowly farm girl, she had been transformed to an aristocrat lady. She stepped into the ball room and all eyes zeroed in on her. But the only one she was looking at was the Duke. And my, was he looking at her.

He was just like they said, all of it and more. A brow permanently arched, and a grim expression on his face. Sharp jawline and eyes that seemed to stare into your soul. She had ignored everyone else, walking up to him and asking for a dance. Though she barely knew the steps, suprisingly she didn't make a fool of herself. They barely talked but in such scenarios, speech wasn't necessary. Sarah later introduced to everyone that she was his wife.

She remembered the shock on their faces as the news was so unexpected. No one had told her she was going to a wife to anyone, much less to a Duke. Even Gerald seemed to be surprised by the news. But Sarah had assured her, saying it was all part of the plan. She had more than enough time to train to be the lady that suited the Duke but she also refuse if she wanted to.

Serena didn't think as a bad idea at that time. She was also willing to be good wife under all circumstances. Not because the power that came with being a duchess, but for the feeling she had when she first met him. She hoped that with time, she would get him to feel the same for her too.

**Flashback ends**

Now it doesn't seem to be the case right now. He's barely around and when he is, she's too terrified to talk to him. She doesn't know how long she can last with this stilted exchange between them. A knock came on her door, interrupting her thoughts. Lana peeked in before finally entering the room.

" The governess has arrived. " She announced, her voice mellow.

" Okay. Thanks." Serena replied as she stepped out from the bed. Lana bowed and exited the room, leaving Serena alone.

Since she married, she's been training to be a proper lady. Having lived on the farm all her life, this is a totally new experience for her but she's doing her best and she's been been applauded by her teachers. If anyone saw her now, they'll think she was from the well off families. Mother Wilson has really invested in her and it wasn't in her to let anyone down.

Putting her appearance in order, she took in a deep breath and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

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Gerald had met up with his friend that lived in London. Staring at the people as they went about their business, he took a sip of wine, hoping something would distract him.

" So... You're back in London again?" Frederick, Swirling the drink his hands. Gerald shrugged, not in the mood to answer.

" Why?" He asked, even if he clearly knew the answer.

" I hate the sight of her." He finally muttered, his eyes darkening. Fredrick emptied the content in his cup, standing up and walking towards Gerald who was staring out the verandah, his gaze unseeing.

" I don't share that sentiment." Frederick replied. " Your wife is quite beautiful. Any man would be lucky to have her."

Gerald scoffed, chuckling bitterly. Any man would be lucky to have her? Then he must be ready for a lot of rejection. Especially in the bedroom. If only his mother hadn't cornered him to marrying her. If he had known beforehand, he would've done something to stop the union.

" Be honest Gerald, why don't you like her?" Frederick asked, seeing the expressions on Gerald face."

" She's a fake." Gerald blurted out without thinking. " Pretending to be something she's not."

" That's all? I'm pretty sure your mom already made it clear she's not from an affluent family."

" If she's not, why did my mother insist on me marrying her? I thought men like us are paired with even more powerful women?!" He shot back, his voice a tad higher. Frederick shrugged.

" I'm sure your mother had her reasons. Come on, try to be nicer. Maybe she's not as bad. She's actually quite lovable."

" I just want her out of my life." He muttered through gritted teeth. Frederick stared at Gerald, surprised at the heavy emotions he was exhibiting. Gerald isn't someone to be rattled up by anything, no matter how serious. What did Serena do to have this much effect on him?

" If you kick her out, who would you then marry?"

Gerald features relaxed and he sighed, taking a sip from his drink. Frederick already put two and two together.

" Scarlett?" He asked.

Gerald shrugged. " At least, she's from an affluent family." He muttered.

This time, Frederick was surprised. " Do you know how many men Scarlett has been with before she finally decided to latch on to you even though she knew you were married? And she's the one you want to make your wife?"

" We understand each other." Was all Gerald could mutter. No love, No unduly commitment. Just sex.

Frederick shrugged, folding his hands. " Sometimes, I don't know if I should laugh or feel sorry for you."

Gerald glanced at frederick, to see if he meant it. The look on his face showed he did. He sighed, staring out again.

Sometimes, he doesn't know too.