Novel & Cerita The First Night With The Duke

The maid's eyes were on her which made her feel a little uncomfortable. She was about to question one of the maids when Axel walked down the stairs. She stared at him as her lips parted slightly. She couldn't believe he was the man she had a one night stand with, she couldn't admire his looks on that day, she was too bothered too. She could see him clearly now, he looked so elegant in his black tuxedo, and his looks screamed ‘perfection!’ He walked to Lily who was still lost staring at him, he looked around the living room and the maids got the message, they bowed and left leaving them all alone.

It was one of the Duke’s own guards, the one who had been stationed at the mansion’s gates. “I should have known,” the Duke muttered, his voice laced with disbelief. The man smirked, his eyes gleaming with malice. “Lord Thomas isn’t happy with you, Duke. And now, neither am I.” He leveled his gun at Victoria once more, his finger twitching on the trigger. “Give her up, and you might just get out of here alive.” The Duke took a step forward, his face hardening. “You’ll regret this.” Victoria’s mind raced as the man’s words echoed in her ears. This was it. They were trapped, cornered by one of their own. But as her gaze met the Duke’s, she saw a flicker of something else—something dangerous, s

Never crossed in her mind that everything will be so easy! “But, with two conditions. I want to have a duel with Duke Lancia. Don't worry, no one need to die since it just a friendship duel." Desmond smiled and he threw his lustful gaze to Cecilia. "And then, you have to stay the night with me!"

The maid asked. Fiona looked at her and thought of something. "Why does the Duke have that man tied to a tree?" She asked plainly, eager to know what had happened. "Didn't you hear, Your Highness?" The maid said. "Hear what?" Fiona inquired. "That man had snuck into the Duchess' room last night and try to rape her." The maid said softly. "Rape?" Fiona said, with her brow furrowed. The maid replied in a nod. Fiona looked at the man and scowled at him.

Just for one night. "Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked, my voice small. "Nice?" He laughed, the sound dark and rough. "E, I'm being selfish. I want you completely present when I take you. I want you thinking about me, remembering me, choosing me—even if it's only for tonight." "I already chose you," I said. "The moment I left the bar with you." "Then let me make it worth it." He stood suddenly, lifting me with him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively. "Let me give you one night where you make every choice. Where you control everything. Where you're free."

"No one really knows." A maid walked to them and bowed. "Your Grace, my Lady, the table has been set." Finally! Beth screamed in her head. She wanted the morning to end as soon as possible. The Duke nodded to the maid who left immediately. He looked at her, when he wouldn't stop, she became unnerved. "Something wrong, Your Grace?" The Duke raised himself off the wall. "I believed I behaved rudely towards you last night." Her eyebrow rose. "I apologize. I had no right."

Dale caught the key and stared at her door in silence for a few minutes. It was late; he should really find a bed to sleep in. Instead, he found himself quietly unlocking her door and glancing inside. She was fast asleep on the queen bed, unaware of his presence. He found himself stepping inside, breathing deeply of her scent that calmed Duke and permeated every inch of the room. He closed the door and locked it; still she slept through it all. Dale sat in the chair nearby and watched her for long moments, then Duke took over and pulled off his boots and clothes, down to his boxers and slipped into bed behind her.

Duke pushed past her and entered inside the house. "You didn't go out with your owner?" She asked as she locked the door. Duke barked and sat on his hunches. "Well then, I guess it's just you and I tonight." She smiled. ***** Alexandro nursed his wine slowly trying to think through the loud music....and failing miserably. He glanced at his best friend, Mark was already wasted, dancing in the middle of all those celebrities. "Hey, handsome." Alexandro turned towards the feminine voice. "Hey, beautiful." He shouted through the loud music.

The duke’s heart already hardened with the repeated petty scandals she got herself into, and with the additional convincing from his new wife. Just last month, she ditched the dance in the middle of the musical piece with the renowned gentleman Earl of Yorkshire just to catch a glimpse of the beautiful northern skies outside. Ridiculous excuse of all reason to spout, but with the lady’s infamous reputation, she sure managed to convinced the man. Then recently, the badmouthing scandal on the widow Countess Candace added more fuel to the fire. Duke Landon was nowhere near persuaded on Lady Francesca’s word. The rest of the population knew how prestigious tonight’s ball is, for it was to honor

The kind of man you read about but never meet. Except I had. Last night. Oh God. My pulse thundered in my ears. What had I done? I tried to think past the blur, past the heat and the music and the taste of champagne. I remembered my friend tugging at my wrist, telling me to loosen up, to live a little. Just one night, Daphne, she’d said. One night to forget about everything. And now here I was, in a stranger’s bed, except he wasn’t just any stranger.