James

After my little incident with Odessa, I have hardly any time to think for myself. I am so caught up with my duties that I haven't even spoken to Xavier since that night.

I've been so distracted working in the chamber room, discussing how to counterfeits against the rebel attacks and most importantly, how to be on Father's good side. From late night working on budget reports to meeting our dedicated doctors, it has all been pretty hectic.

So hectic I didn't even think about her.

After a warm shower there is an abrupt knock on my door sounds throughout the room. I am obliged to answer at first but I only answer back, 'Come in', even though I only have a simple frail towel wrapped around my waist.

Next thing I know, a young woman in a tight lilac corset with a long black silky flowing end waltz in, a deep smirk set on her luscious plump purple coloured lips.

She looks irresistible to say the least.
Long locks of jet black hair hangs at her shoulder s, making her pale complexion stand out. Her green eyes shine like cat's, keenly searching for its prey.

For me, my life has been mostly filled with manipulate, insensible and sexy woman, but with her, there is always something different, something intriguing, something strange about her that makes his skin crawl...in a good way.

If I hadn't have known who she is, I would have started flirting right away.

"Well, well, well" she grins, closing the door ever so slowly. When it clicks my body jerks.
"It's been a long time hasn't it James?"
I don't look at her, as I grab a pair of pants from my wardrobe.

'There's no need to get dressed darling, that ruins the moment' she eyes my entire body.
'Well you got in shape last time I saw you'

She's right to notice. I've been up to my eyeballs in combat training, as I've been instructed by Father since the rebel attacks are rising. You never know when it will come in handy.

But I ignore her blissful comment.
"I am no longer in need of your service" I stammer, pulling on a cotton black vest top.

She ignores me and makes her way towards my pride possession; my piano. A fresh bouquet of roses and lilies are set in a glass vase on the centre. With her delicate fingers she plucks one up and pulls it's stem. Placing a rose behind her ear, she taps on a few random keys ever so gently with her delicate slender fingers.

Ever so slightly she pouts "Oh James, remember when you use to play for me? Play for me now darling"
I glance at her perched position.
I only played for her as she was the only person who cared, but she will never replace Gerard.

I remember the first time I heard the piano playing. Mother was teaching Gerard who was having a hard time to grasp the concept of playing.
As I was only four at the time, I was left to play with Odessa but that didn't stop me from intruding.

With my chubby fingers I hammered down hard, creating a mixed array of sound that made mother cover her ears, but it made Gerard laugh.

Soon, he propped me on his knee and taught me the basic chord. For me, it was quite simple and I started to play nonstop after my first lesson.
Mother was so impressed she brought a professional pianist all the way from the boreal lands to teach me.

Once I was able to play many tunes, they instantly forgot about Gerard and his lessons, but he didn't seem to mind.
Instead he would often come to my lessons in the parlour and watch me play. It delighted him to hear me play. He admired my talent.

Coincidently, for my twelfth birthday Gerard ordered a grand piano for me, using all his savings to get it, not that it truly mattered, but still, it was the thought that counts.

Suddenly I am brought back into the room by her pounding on the keys. I jerk to see her leaning on the piano staring deep at me.
"Oh darling what seems the matter?"

"I am not your darling!" I immediately snap back.
"I am nothing to you, you understand?"
It's like talking to a child as she struts around the room in her five inch platforms, not paying attention to what I say.
"Well if you insist darling-" she emphasises sharply on darling.
"Then I should leave, but first, I must give you something"

I am ready for her to leave, not wanting to waste my time. My hair is still soaking wet as I stand away from her.
"You father hired me for you, as a little reward for your past few days of work. I can't believe I am fucking the next heir to the throne!"

Prostitution isn't something I'm too keen on, but it gave me the practise I needed.

Mother and Father didn't want me to be 'weak' when meeting my bride to be so once I turned 14, I had my own personal prostitute.
Of course, it's not something too glamorous.

I was mortified but Gerard warned me what to do. He just said to keep it easy and just practising kissing at first, nothing too complicated and once I was ready I could start.

And once I turned 17, I had an unlikely urge, a pulse that ran through my body.

I remember it still to this day. She came, in wearing a tight pink corset and netted stockings. Her lips were like fury, fury I yearned for and once we started, I couldn't get enough.

The sensation aroused me, so much that for awhile I often contacted her daily. But once Gerard was gone I stopped.

Now saying her name means some sort of attachment, an attachment I never wanted in the first place.

"MARLENE! Get out of here now!" I raise my voice, commanding her to leave.

"Or what?! You'll tell your precious daddy that you don't want your prostitute eh?"

She makes her way towards me, her hair behind her back, allowing her cleavage to show.
"Oh James, James, James, you should be grateful I'm here" She places a finger on my stubbly chin.

"I'm the best in the country you know, only the best for you"

I can only laugh. "The best? You shouldn't be doing this in the first place"
She flicks her hair and gives a hard stare. "Dearie, you should know by now that most girls my age do this for a living, it's not too bad, especially for the younger ones."

I shudder and back away from her.
"Stop manipulating me you whore"
We both know that for me that's something vicious to say, but to her it's a compliment.

She giggles in her high voice and snatches her hands around my vest top. As her nails dig in her skin, I can feel her breath against my neck as she whispers into my ear "I know you want it James, we never finished the last session"

Instantly I push her away.
"No, I won't have this" I can feel her fingers crawl everywhere on my back. My pulse races as her slender fingers do their magic.

Before I know it, she lifts off my top and stars feeling my entire torso. Her grip her touch, it radiates throughout my body. I cautiously allow her to inch slowly up to my neck and with a sharp twist she pulses me towards her.

She leans in and kisses me full on the lips. As our most lips meet, she places my hand around her back. I start untying her corset lace up as fast as I can. The strings are like thick vines against my fingertips and one by one, I slowly loosen her corset. She lets out a gasp of relief as she pulls me towards the bed as we rapidly kiss.

She kisses everywhere, my lips, my cheeks, my forehead, my neck, my bare chest, everywhere.

My head is spinning as she wraps her fingers sound my tousled hair. I start to relax and join in with her fun, wrapping my hands around her chest. It is all going well as she moans with passion.

Oh how I missed her...

Unanticipated, the door opens to reveal Xavier carrying a large bundle of towels. Swiftly we both back away panting. Xavier drops the towels as he tries to grasp what is going on.
Marlene looks unimpressed at our intrusion.

'I-I'm so sorry James...I didn't know, I don't mean -" I get up, bare chest and grab the towels. "It's fine Xavier, we were just finishing up anyways"
I cannot look at her while Xavier is in the room. I put back on my vest top as I dismiss Xavier for the rest of the night. Once again, he apologises and leaves.

Marlene lets out a harsh laugh 'I can't believe that is your butler! Where do you even find these people'

I only sigh 'Tell me about it! That's all he ever does!" but soon, I stop.
No. I am not letting her control me, not again.

With a stern voice, I command for her to leave.

"But we haven't finished, I'm hired all night long" she tangles her hair through her fingers.

"No Marlene, I have enough, leave me be!"
She huffs and ties back on her corset.

"You're no more fun after the accident" she mutters as she heads to the bathroom to prep her makeup.

"Well I have my duties. Important duties that you wouldn't understand" but before I can say more she places a kiss on my cheek and whispers "Maybe now you're not ready, but whenever you are, I'm here".
She intertwines our hands together and places one last longing kiss on my lips.

I smell her scent of lilies and fresh rain one last time as she closes the door behind her.

I look at the towels placed on my dresser and let out one big sigh.

No matter how hard I try, I never get anything right.    

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