After an intense session of caresses with Seraphina, Kaiser felt his entire body still vibrating from the desire he had been forced to contain.
His fingers retained the mory of her so soft skin, his lips that of her shivers. Yet when she gently placed her hand on his chest to signal a pause, he understood.
She wasn’t ready to go further.
He could have insisted, of course. He could clearly feel her wavering, and a little more persuasion would have been enough to tip her into his bed. But what would be the point? Forcing her now would risk her waking up tomorrow with regrets, hating herself for that weakness and associating him, in turn, with that retrospective sha.
That would be quite annoying...
’No, better to leave her with that delicious hunger.’
"I have to go," he murmured, gently sliding one strap of her dress back up in an almost tender gesture. "But I’m taking your taste with , Lady Seraphina."
She remained there, leaning against the window, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, gaze lost in a mixture of confusion and unfulfilled desire. He knew she would spend the night replaying every caress in her mind. And when that sensation beca too strong, when she could no longer bear the ache, she would co to him on her own.
’It was just a matter of patience.’
He left the academy office whistling, his steps echoing in the corridors. Outside, night had almost fallen, and the cool evening air brushed his face.
His small car waited where he had left it.
As he settled behind the wheel, his pocket communicator vibrated. He glanced at the screen: it was his butler.
"Sir, a woman ca to visit you at the manor. She has been waiting in the salon for about twenty minutes."
Kaiser raised an eyebrow. "A woman? Did she give her na?"
"Your beloved milf, sir."
A smile spread across his lips. Irene? He had almost forgotten she existed lately, between Ariana, Olivia, Kara who was pouting... But here she was, paying him a visit.
"I’m on my way," he simply replied before cutting the communication.
He started the car, which silently pulled onto the road leading to the residential area.
He slowed gently upon spotting the gate of his manor. Noticing silhouettes near the gate.
He turned off the engine and stepped out of the car.
"Oh, what are you doing here, my ladies?" he asked in an amused voice, a smile on his lips.
...
A few minutes earlier
In her office, Dyana Donoghan stared at the window without really seeing it. It had been two weeks now since she decided to end her leave. Two weeks of trying to regain so semblance of normalcy, answering mail, handling routine affairs. But her thoughts had never truly returned to normal.
She hadn’t seen Kaiser since that ti. That ti when...
Her face flushed slightly, warmth rising to her cheeks despite herself. She placed a hand on her chest, feeling her heart race at the re mory.
"Was it a mistake?" she murmured to herself, her voice barely audible in the silence of the room. "I finally ended up cheating on my husband, on the day of my daughter’s funeral... I really am beyond redemption."
She bit her lower lip, a nervous habit that had beco usual lately. Her fingers drumd on the armrest of her chair, betraying her inner agitation. She needed soone to reassure her, to tell her it wasn’t so bad. But around her, there was no one.
"Where is this famous Kaiser?" she asked the ceiling, as if it could hear her. "Is he busy? No. But he should still make ti for ... After what we did... We’re a couple, right?"
After what they had shared, after that intimacy, they couldn’t simply go back to their lives as if nothing had happened. He had responsibilities toward her now.
’Right?’
She stood up so abruptly that her chair tipped slightly before stabilizing. She grabbed her coat hanging near the door.
"There’s no going back," she declared in a firm voice, as if convincing herself. "You must now take responsibility..."
Since her daughter’s death, Dyana knew her mind was no longer quite the sa.
But she simply felt that her thoughts had taken a different, more dangerous, more erratic path. Social barriers, propriety, everything suddenly seed utterly trivial compared to the imnsity of her pain. And in that inner chaos, Kaiser had appeared as an anchor, a fixed point to cling to.
On her way to the residential area, she let her mind wander back to that precise mont. His fingers on her skin, his mouth against hers, the way he had...
"It was so... intense," she breathed, a smile forming at the corner of her lips.
She caught herself imagining what would co next. How they would reunite? She pictured the scene: he would open the door, see her, and in his eyes would shine that look of desire she had seen that day. He would pull her inside without a word, pin her against the hallway wall, his lips seeking hers and then...
"It’s going to be so hot!" she laughed to herself, a light laugh that surprised even her. It had been so long since she had laughed.
With the back of her hand, she brushed away the thoughts of regret that tried to resurface. She didn’t need that right now. What she needed was to be by his side. To feel his presence, his warmth. To feel alive again.
"When I was at my lowest that day, he helped ," she recalled, quickening her pace. "And since then... I think I’d be better by his side. And you too, since I please him!"
She had been seduced by him, by his charm and his attention. But since then, that attraction had turned into sothing deeper. An addiction to the warmth he had given her, to the feeling of finally existing in soone’s eyes. She wanted more.
She arrived in front of the gate of Kaiser’s manor. She rang, but no one answered. The butler eventually appeared, an elderly man with an impassive face.
"Duchess Donoghan, I presu? Master Kaiser has not yet returned, but you may wait inside if you wish."
She refused with a shake of her head, preferring to stay outside. The cool air helped calm the tumult of her thoughts. She began pacing the driveway, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the road by which he would arrive.
The minutes passed, long and slow. She thought briefly of her husband. He had never really been there for her, not as he should have. Not like Kaiser had been, even if only that day.
When the headlights of a car finally lit up the end of the street, her heart leaped in her chest. She froze, suddenly nervous, and watched the vehicle approach and stop in front of the gate.
The door of the small car opened with a soft click. Kaiser stepped out, placed a foot on the gravel of the driveway, and closed it behind him. The light from the manor’s exterior lamps didn’t reach very far, but Dyana, hidden in the shadow of a bush about ten ters away, imdiately recognized his slender silhouette, broad shoulders, and the way he slightly lifted his head when observing his surroundings.
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