Earl of Billington and Miss Lyndon

Chapter 13

Charles narrowed his eyes. "You're not the kind of woman who likes to organize, are you?"

"What do you mean?"

"The last thing I need is a woman who doesn't want to control my life. I need a wife, not a guard."

"You're kind of picky for someone who only has fourteen days before his fortune is gone forever."

"Wedding is forever, Deliana."

"Trust me, I know."

"So?"

"No," said Ellie, looking as if she wanted to roll her eyeballs. "I'm not that kind of woman. But that doesn't mean I don't manage my own life."

"Sure," murmured Charles.

"But I will not interfere in your affairs. You won't even notice my existence."

"I'm a doubt."

Ellie looked at him sharply. "You know what I mean."

"Well, then" said Charles. "I think we've made a decent deal. I married you, and you got your money. You marry me, and I get my money."

Ellie blinked. "I haven't thought about it yet, but yeah, that's the conclusion."

"good. So we're in agreement?"

Ellie gulped, trying to hold back the guilty feelings because she had just sold her soul to the devil. As the earl has mentioned, marriage is forever, and Ellie has only known this man for two days. Ellie closed her eyes for a while, then nodded.

"perfect." Charles beamed while standing, holding on to the arm of the chair while he balanced his body with a cane. "We should celebrate it in a more fitting way."

"Champagne?" ellie asked, trying not to kick herself because it sounded so hopeful. He always wanted to try how the drink tasted.

"Good idea," Charles murmured as he walked toward the sofa Ellie had occupied. "I think I have it in my study. But I have another idea that's a little different."

"Different?"

"More intimate."

Ellie stopped breathing.

Charles sat next to him. "I think a kiss would be worth it."

"Oh," said Ellie quickly and loudly. "That's not necessary." And to confirm his statement, he shook his head strongly.

Charles held Ellie's chin gently but firmly. "Au contraire, my wife, I think it's very necessary."

"I'm not..."

"You're going to be my wife."

Ellie couldn't argue.

"I'm sure we'll fit in. We don't need to..."

Charles narrowed the distance between the two of them. "So someone told you that you're talking too much?"

"Oh, every time" said Ellie, intending to do whatever it takes for this man not to kiss her. "Even..."

"And at an inappropriate moment." Charles shook his head in a seductive style.

"Well, I don't have the time-wasting skills. You can see the moment..."

"Shh."

And Charles said it so softly that Ellie obeyed him. Or maybe because of Charles' burning eyes. No one had ever looked at Deliana Lyndon like that before. Feels amazing.

Charles' lips touched Ellie's lips, and a sharp glint was felt across Ellie's back when Charles' hand touched her neck. "Oh, my goodness." Whisper Ellie.

Charles chuckles. "And you also speak when you kiss."

"Oh." Ellie looked up nervously. "Shouldn't you?"

Charles laughed so hard that he had to pull away from Ellie and lean on her body. "Actually," he said when he was finally in control. "I think it's even charming. As long as it means praise."

"Oh," Ellie said again.

"Can we try again?" ask Charles.

Ellie felt like she had run out of excuses in her first kiss. After all, by already trying it, he wanted to know further. Ellie nodded small.

Charles's eyes implied something very manly and possessive, then his lips once again touched Ellie's lips. It felt as soft as the first one, but this time it was much deeper. Charles' tongue stroked Ellie's lips until Ellie opened her lips slightly while sighing. Then, with confidence Charles' tongue caressed the inside of Ellie's mouth.

Ellie fully surrendered herself, sinking into Charles' sturdy body. His warmth, his strength, and there was something shaking from the way this man's hand pressed against his back. Ellie felt burning, possessed, as if being marked as hers.

Charles' passion was burning. Ellie had never kissed a man before, but Ellie could tell that Charles was an expert at it. Ellie doesn't know what to do, but Charles knows too much... Ellie stiffened, suddenly waking up. This is not true. Ellie doesn't know him, and...

Charles pulled away, feeling Ellie's body deflecting. "You okay?" whispered.

Ellie recalled how to breathe, and when she finally found her voice, she said, "You've done this before, haven't you?" Then he closed his eyes and muttered to himself, "What am I talking about? Of course it is."

Charles nodded, his body somewhat shaken somewhat shaken due to the laughter he was holding back. "Is there a problem with that?"

"I'm not sure. I just feel like I'm like..." Ellie's sentence is hanging.

"What-like?"

"Gift."

"Well, it's true" said Charles. His voice told him that his words were a compliment.

But Ellie doesn't think of it that way. He did not like himself to be considered a winnable item, and especially, he did not like the fact that Billington made his head spin so fast that when he kissed him, his brain could no longer think. Quickly Ellie moved away from him and sat down on the chair that Charles had occupied earlier. The chair was still warm from Charles' body, and Ellie swore she could smell it, and...

Ellie shook her head. What did that kiss do to his brain? His mind jumped to and fro in an uncertain direction. He wasn't sure he liked himself acting silly like this and looked breathless. Ellie strengthened her heart and looked up.