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He was there. Eliot have his head on his palm, and he seems frustrated. Raquel hesitated at first, but taking the courage and following her heart, she take the initiative to be closer.
How ironic that she tend to pushed Eliot away in fear that it could ruin everything, her life, her family and her name.
“Are you alright?” Averse doubt, she behest what she was urging herself to.
Eliot seems unwilling, when he raised his head to meet her eyes, “What are you doing here?”
“I followed you.” She bit her lips. “I just wanted to make sure that you are alright—”
“Really?” He was extremely cold. It was as if Raquel was facing a stranger, and not Eliot.
“Yeah.” She trailed off and frowns.
“Are you really worried about me or are you worried that I am not going to marry your sister, Raq?” His words condemned the proposal.
But why was his resentment directed to Raquel?
“I don’t know what you are talking about…”
“Oh, spill it.” Blinded by his anger with Lauren, Eliot began to stalked her. “Isn’t that what you have been planning all along? Meeting me accidentally on the store, and pretending as if you don’t know me, just so I could take a bait to marry off to your family, huh—”
SLAP.
“How dare you accuse me of such things!”
If he was mad, then she was enraged.
Her palms are throbbing. However, the pain inside her chest are incomparable to it. Distraught agony, and subdued pangs shoots and spread. Afflicted through the words and his false assumption that Raquel was planning their meeting all along just so her family could benefit from it.
“I don’t care, if you don’t marry Grace, but don’t you dare insult me, Eliot.” She clenched her jaw. “I have no idea that it was you whom my mother has been talking about earlier. If I had known, I wouldn’t even come here. I wouldn’t even wanted to see you, knowing how much I wanted to get away from you.”
That’s not true.
“Seeing your face, your eyes… I despised everything that happened between us in Bali. That night disgust me—”
Those nights were their memories.
“I hated you!”
She never hates him.
“You hated me that much?” The intensity of his gaze made her shudder.
The tension between them is much thicker.
“Yes—”
“Then, you may have hated what I am going to do with you.”
“What—”
Raquel was caught off guard, when Eliot crashed his lips against her own. The bittersweet taste of the wine they drank travel across her throat. Raquel’s heart pounded in her chest as her knees grew weaker each second. She could only focus on how soft he felt against her mouth, how addictively he invaded all her senses, but guilt peek in between.
“Eliot—”
It’s wrong. But his lips sucked all the strength she has to pushed him away.
Her whole body shivered, the feel of his frame leaning on hers as his arms wrapped around her felt nearly f*******n. He pulled her in, claiming her mouth again, hungry and intense, until her knees gave in.
Heat rose from her stomach. When Raquel felt his hand slipped underneath her dress, she pulled away in fear that somebody may saw them doing the deeds there.
“N—not here.” Her voice shook.
The intense exchange nearly silenced all her thoughts.
“But I wanted you here, baby.” Eliot’s eyes are dark with desire.
That was it – at that very moment his lips brushed over her own was like a wave of warmth and her body reacted to him instinctively. When he kisses her again, Raquel lost it.
Her mind shut down from everything.
Her toes curled, her eyes zeroed in on his.
It is a reckless bet, she heard him carried her on his arms and guided him to his car. The seat felt soft, but Eliot’s lips was much softer. His smell washed away the worries. The wave of warmth devoured her with pleasure.
Adrenaline rush. So much of it that she nearly forgot to breathe.
“I wanted to kiss you so bad, Raquel.” Eliot’s breathe was harsh.
She couldn’t control her heart fluttering. Her chest skipped a beat, her eyes widened for a moment, when he tore open her dress.
It left her expose, but Raquel do not feel shameless, not even a bit embarrassed, when he trailed off his finger to her mound.
“So beautiful.” He whispered.
She isn’t wearing anything underneath, and so Eliot have the freedom to cupped her breast on his palms and knead them.
“E—Eliot~” Raquel sucked in a breathe.
It felt good.
His other hand slid around her head, pulling her back to his mouth.
She felt hot. Both of them are damp with sweat, of the heat they craved for.
Raquel tugged at his shirt. He broke apart long enough to pull it over his head and toss it aside. His hands were moving down, under the only cloth that hide everything from his sight, his fingers skimming over her skin, sending a rush of blood to every part of her body. And her hands went down. His stomach was hard, dipped and rippled in all the right places. And then her ripped dress joined his on the floor. Skin against skin. His hummed, brimming full of power.
“I want you, baby.” His possessive voice left no room for thought.
There is only wanting, and overwhelming emotions on the right places. That was all. What matter was what lies in between, and when she wrapped her legs around his hips, Raquel knew that she wanted him as much as he does.
And Eliot knew it by one glance.
The moment he took her, her body shook, and convulsed with pleasure. His thrust was deep leaving Raquel in daze with her soft moans and groans for his name. The fire gleamed on their eyes, and the wanting that neither of the two could deny.
“f**k!”
CRASH.
“That damn bastard!”
Lauren was beyond furious. Recalling how Eliot goes against her words infuriated the Duke’s matriarch. She felt embarrassed, enraged that he dare mocked her, and refused to followed her whims.
How dare he?!
Her burning rage and the clamors upstairs woke up the bedridden Mathew Alfred Duke.
“Laure!” Eliot’s father coughed, but he shows no weakness apart from the sickness that was slowly eating away his strength.
Mathew has long been diagnosed of cancer. It is on the 2nd stage. There is a chance, but the medication and chemo had left him almost frail that he can no longer visit his own company, but entrust it to Eliot and Lauren.
However, he’s no fool that the pair could not stand each other.
Lauren is still blinded by her hatred, and Eliot have the grudge rooted deep within him. His son. Oh, his only son, who bear the mistake of his own father.
Alfred’s mistake.
“Then, go f*****g talk to your bastard!” When she faced him, her visage are red, her eyes are glaring with daggers. “I don’t care how, but I wanted him to follow every words that I am going to say, Mathew!”
“Will you at least calm down?”
But it was futile.
“How can I f*****g calm down, when that bastard embarrassed me, Mathew?!” She clenched her jaw.
“Lauren—” The patriarchal Duke cough.
Lauren clicked her tongue, seeing him on that state, “I still couldn’t believed that I manage to live with a bedridden husband like you in the first place!”
“W—water, Lauren….” Mathew Alfred clutched his chest.
But Lauren did not budge.
“Water?” She hisses. “Go get it yourself, old man.”
She turned her back and marched to the door, leaving Mathew gasping for air. His chest is contracting. He couldn’t breathe well, and Lauren isn’t much of a help.
With a helpless cry, Eliot’s father jerked himself to pushed the button that could alert his personal nurse.
“W—water….!” Tears pour from his eyes.
His lungs felt like it would explode in a any minute, and the agony was nonstop.
Alfred convulsed, he let one loud gasp of air, before his body went limp, and the only thing that was ringing on that room was the heart monitor in a long beep.
Beeeeeeep.
However, Mathew Alfred knew that it might have been the karma he was asked to be pay with his life.
His sin. The mistake he still regret up until today.
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