ChapterEight
Felipe
“How did it go?” my little brother River asks when we get home.
My parents went in opposite directions, and I went to the kitchen to find him sitting in there with his tutor having a snack.
“As well as could be expected,” I sigh, grabbing a cookie off his plate. “Where’s Glenda?”
He rolls his eyes. “She’s still in her room.”
“Hmm.” I should check on her later.
“So tell me about this girl you’re marrying. Is she pretty?” River is still young enough to think that’s all that matters, but he’s sweet about it.
“The most beautiful bride in the world. I’m a lucky man.”
“So she loves you?”
“Umm…” I hesitate and think it over. “Not yet?”
“Why not?” He makes things seem so simple.
“I don’t know. But I think she’s been listening to gossip.”
He shrugs and looks away. “Then you should tell her the truth.”
“She doesn’t seem eager to listen.”
“Well, you know what that means.” He hops off the stool, and I grab the back of his shirt to stop him from leaving.
“What? What does it mean?”
“You have to show her. Isn’t that what you’re always telling me? Show people who you are with your actions, not just with your words.”
I smile down at him and shake my head. “You’re smarter than I give you credit for, little man.” I grab the plate of cookies off the counter and put them in his hand. “Go take these up to your sister.”
“Later,” he calls out before he and his tutor leave the kitchen.
I walk outside and sit down next to the pool as I take out my phone. I’ve had Amelia’s number for a while now, but I was hoping she would eventually give it to me and I wouldn’t have to use it before then. She seemed eager to have the masked stranger at the ball, so maybe it’s something she needs to get out of her system to make the playing field even. If she thinks I’ve been fucking everything that walks all this time, she’s sorely mistaken. But if she wants to have a little adventure before I take her down the aisle, then I can give her some excitement.
Her brother and little sister weren’t at the house today, and although I didn’t get a full tour, I’ve got an idea of how the house is laid out. She mentioned in passing that she and her siblings lived in the east wing, so why not pay her a visit?
Taking out my phone, I send a quick text to Amelia.
Me: Hello kitten
Amelia: Who is this?
Me: How can you forget me so quickly? I thought I made quite the impression before you ran away from me.
Amelia: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Me: Don’t worry, our little secret is safe. If…
Amelia: “If” what?
Me: If you let me have another taste.
There’s a long moment that passes, but eventually she responds.
Amelia: I’m engaged.
Me: Engaged isn’t married. Let me have one more taste before you say I do.
Amelia: This is wrong.
Me: It didn’t feel wrong to me. It felt really fucking right.
Amelia: I should say no.
Me: Tell you what…leave your balcony doors open tonight and go to sleep. Maybe you’ll have a really good dream.
Amelia: I don’t even know you.
Me: Let me taste you, kitten. I’m so hard for it. Just one more time, I promise.
Amelia: And what if I leave my balcony doors closed?
Me: I guess we’ll have to find out, won’t we?
Amelia: I guess we will.