My Notorious Gentleman's

#8

Now it's time to disappear. Trevor takes a detour in the marques mansion in order to disappear from them. Looking at the work of the amateur architect, Trevor resisted the temptation to stop and pay more attention to the spiral staircase he passed through. It must be Adam's work, no doubt about it.

Trevor enters the music room, only to find a countess with her single daughter who is now staring at Trevor with a defiant look from behind the piano. Last week Trevor was barely able to escape their claws.

Ah, fucker. Acting relaxed as if there was nothing, Trevor immediately turned around and headed towards the nearest door.

Looking back, Trevor could see that the countess was trying to penetrate the crowd to reach her. Damn, now it's blocked from both directions.

Never once did he imagine while still a shy and acne-prone young man that he would face this kind of problem.

Trevor leads to the door of the servant, but the motorcade of the servant exits from there, blocking his way, trapping him.

Trevor looked back, looking for another way to escape, then slipped in a corner and rushed along the passageway. He could still hear the women chasing him.

"Oh, Lord Trevor, honey, where are you?"

"We want to ask you something, handsome!"

Trevor.

"Oh, Lord Trevor? Where are you going, my dear?"

"We have a wonderful idea that can entertain you!"

They sound louder and louder.

"Fuck," Trevor sizzled softly. Looking at the doorknob, he immediately opened it and entered the dimly lit room, then locked it. After hastily wetting his fingertips, he turned off the nearby candle.

Then he did not move at all in the darkness, waiting until the women passed.

Trevor held his breath as the women tried to open the door.

"No, Cecily, this door's in the lock."

"Come on, maybe he went upstairs."

"Ooh! Yep! Oh, that's so naughty! Maybe he's found a bed for us..."

Trevor rolled his eyes, but he finally heard them go away. He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned his forehead against the door. Just barely.

"Um, sorry," came a woman's voice from within the darkness.

Trevor almost jumped in shock. There's no more! He turned around, acting more alert than a former spy should have shown. But then he felt annoyed by himself because of his attitude.

Proof of how upset he has been about, well, almost everything lately.

This must be a joke, Trevor thought. Another woman was waiting for him.

What the fuck?

Trevor's eyes narrowed.

Is this what women think of me? That they could do anything to me? Taking advantage of me? Utilizing me?

*Is this what women think of me? That they could do anything to me? Taking advantage of me? Utilizing me?

Well then*. Maybe Nick has a point. His friend always reminded Trevor of being too kind to others. This is what a good, responsible, honorable man would do; keep going forward abstinence.

That's enough, he said, suddenly feeling very angry about being trapped and feeling fed up with this game.

How this little vultured predator could know and wait for him here, Trevor was too angry to wonder. He really doesn't care about any of that.

No longer heeding manners and manners, Trevor decided the time had come to fight fire with fire.

It was time to give an unforgettable lesson to the women of the hunter.

Trevor doesn't know which woman managed to frame him this time, but that woman will get something more than she can bear.

"Well, honey," muttered Trevor, walking slowly towards the shadow of the woman.

"Here we are" said Trevor coldly.

"In the end it's just the two of us."

"What's? Oh.. I. um. I'm sorry... I..."

"Don't lose your nerve now, Cherie," teased Trevor in a soft, smooth voice.

"You managed to get me for yourself. I will serve you, I assure you. Someone who has tried hard deserves to get a reward."

It's moving closer.

"I'm here to give you what you want. So how about we start now?"

Grace could only stand there with a muffled tongue as Lord Trevor Montgomery stepped out of the shadow, then moved towards her like a fallen angel with a glint of hatred emanating in his eyes.

Grace didn't even get a chance to scream as the man grabbed her and pulled her in a hug; the man trapped Grace in his iron chest and impudently kissed her full of anger.