The First Night With The Duke Novels & Stories

She happened to arrived at the mansion late so Lady Geneva was already waiting for her at the living room, while the duke was reading a magazine in the corner. Sydnee roamed her eyes around. Catarina was not here? "Who are you with?" Lady Geneva asked and crossed her arms against her chest. "Is this what a noble lady would do? Hooking up with someone and not even introducing him to the family?" She pursed her lips and greeted the duke and Lady Geneva. She then stood straight and lowered her gaze. "I was with Duke Anthony. He invited me to a dinner and enjoyed the capital before he dropped me home."

“Kyler, what is this? The two of you?” Kyler was her fiancé, her childhood friend. They’d been together for years now and their wedding was only weeks away. How could he? How could Charlotte do this to her as well? Her childhood best friend, the woman she trusted to handle her affairs in the business world when she had needed someone to. She was in bed with her fiancé… At first, the two of them didn’t say anything. They glanced at each other then looked down at the rumpled bed sheets, avoiding Sabrina’s eyes. Then, Charlotte sighed and rolled her eyes, flipping her thick red hair over one shoulder.

Silas growls at me. Dinner went by smooth and so did bedtime but for some reason I didn't want to do anything intimate tonight. "are you okay Duke?",I smile. "yes just tired, I lie to her again, had so much expansion paperwork I thought my eyes would cross",her giggle warmed my heart and she laid down. I felt she knew why I was hesitant but I didn't ask. We fell asleep or at least I did and when I woke her side was cold. May pov

The Duke calmly watches his mate fall into a blissful sleep. He came to this place for something else. Never in his wildest imagination did he think that he would run into his mate. And that too someone he knows very well. The arena is empty except for him, Roseanne and Pyodor. “Er...sir?” Pyodor begins. “About that two hundred million creds…” “Ah yes,” the Duke nods. “Send the guards away.” Pyodor motions his guards to leave while the Duke tends to his mate. He lays Roseanne tenderly on the ground as if she is as fragile as glass. His mate really is delicate and he will take good care of her.

# Bonus Chapter 4: Coming Home **Valentina's POV - Their First Night Together After Reuniting** Valentina stood in Duke's apartment, heart hammering. They'd been circling each other for weeks since she'd returned to Riverdale. Tension building. Want growing. Need consuming. Tonight, it all came to a head. "You sure about this?" Duke asked, standing by the door like he might bolt. "Once we do this, there's no going back. No pretending we're just old friends."

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you." The Duke whispered in Melissa's ear, comforting her. Melissa nodded slightly and she ran her fingers through the Duke's hair, while enjoying his touch and kisses. The Duke seemed to be under the impression that she's young and naive in this area, and had taken the lead in their first night together. Melissa had allowed the man to do whatever he wanted, especially when she was inexperienced herself. However, she had read and watched enough movies in her previous life to know what to expect and therefore she braced herself for her first time.

I exclaimed, standing up unable to hide the relief in my voice. Chase didn't answer me, just gave me a quick glance and turned back to face the Duke. " How the hell are you here? We're on the second floor!" The Duke stood up too, his posture was tense, his eyes red, and now it was obvious that he had been drinking heavily. Chase settled himself on the ledge and crossed his arms, took a deep breath and replied: " I'm not sure it's appropriate for the Duke to be in a married woman's bedroom in the middle of the night."

"Divorce won't be a quick process. The Duke won't be back anytime soon. We must be patient." Dorothy leaned in, her eyes gleaming. "Then let her enjoy her little kingdom for a while longer… and you, Vivi, use this chance. Get close to the Duke. Make him even more dependent on you." Vivian's smile turned predatory. "Exactly. I will stay glued to his side. I'll follow him to the battlefield if I have to. I will make him mine completely."

"What are you doing? You're back, can't we just be a family again? I don't want any dancers, and Father won't either!" I looked at my son. This was the same boy who once told me, "A man of Father's station is expected to have mistresses." Now he was panicked over a few dancers. "What kind of duke doesn't have a mistress?" I said with a light laugh. "I must see to your father's needs, after all." I turned back to Alistair, my perfect smile still in place. "Your Grace, which one will you be spending the night with?" "Get out!" Alistair roared. "All of you, get out!"

If he preferred tall, curvy brunettes with caramel skin and brown eyes, then I clearly didn't fit the mold, not even one bit. I forced myself to stop biting my nails nervously and concentrate on their conversation. "Well, I wouldn't read too much into it," I heard the Duke say to her. "You probably don't check his boxes for marriage, and that has nothing to do with your hair or skin color." "But how can he judge anything about me when he wouldn't spare a minute to talk to me? Like the last time we met, for example," she continued explaining, giving a good show of her bubble butt as she bent down to grab her panties. "I found out he was going to be at Faust Park, so I waited for him at the pa