Free Web NovelChapter 23: It Hurts
The next morning when Isadora woke up, she was startled awake by nightmares, relieved to open her eyes, looking everywhere and not find the maid Berta anywhere in sight.
Patting her chest in relief, considering the fact that in her sleep she had not drank the tea, but the pain had just began to set in.
Glancing at the clock, relieved to have woken up earlier than usual, she headed to the bathroom to take her bath before heading out.
Drying her hair and dressing up in a different gown, even as she stopped herself from blushing simply from the memory of the day before. freēwēbηovel.c૦m
The thought that she had been half naked in front of him set her heart to thumping so heavily in her chest that she could almost assume she was on the verge of a heart attack.
’I won’t even be surprised if he looks unbothered by it!’ Isadora thought, staring at her face in the mirror and trying to pretend to be the same.
Lifting her head high and squaring her shoulders with a neutral expression on her face as she fixed her collar.
An expression that instantly crumbled as she balled her fists over her eyes and squatted down in shame, squealing as her cheeks flushed crimson at the thought of how she had placed his cock into her mouth the night before and bitten him.
Her research the night before had showed that it was not only a rookie mistake but one even eighteen year olds wouldn’t make.
She stayed on the floor for a while, groaning in shame and despair that after she walked out her door she would have to make eye contact with him.
It only got worse since she couldn’t get the thought of his lower appendage out of her head.
’He smelled nice!’ she thought, slapping herself a bit at the thought of it as she scrambled back to her feet, trying to go back to her previous unbothered image and barely savaging it as she made her way out of her room.
’At this point, sleeping with him will be impossible,’ she thought, wondering to herself, thinking that she could simply just let time pass.
’Maybe the incident with Berta was a one time thing! He killed her! Who in their right mind would try to poison me after that?’ she thought to herself, slowly getting much more calmer at the thoughts that slowly went through her head as she wore her home sandals and headed towards the dinning table.
’Act normal! Act cold! Act normal! Act cold!’ she mentally told herself as she walked closer to the dinning room, doing her best to look unbothered.
Hesitating just the slightest bit as she placed her hand on the door handle before she walked in.
Prepared to meet Dante’s cold gaze only to be taken aback and immensely relieved when she stared at his seat and realized that he wasn’t there.
A slow smile blooming across her face as she wondered if today was her lucky day. If the God’s had somehow looked down at her and seen her plight, determined to help her not make a fool of herself.
’Just one day of peace!’ Prepared to avoid him completely in the evening as best as she could, even as she stood by the door staring at the empty dinning room with a wild smile on her face.
But she had just been prepared to walk in when she heard a voice from right beside her. It was surprising enough to make her jerk back, considering the fact that she had been unaware of anyone walking towards her.
Jerking to the side and turning around shocked, her stomach flipping upside down as she came face to face with Dante.
More like she stared up at him a bit considering the height difference between them.
"You looked excited. Were you that hungry?" Dante asked her as he stood in front of her with both his hands in his pocket, wearing a beige colored suit that suited him even more than the black.
His hair, his demeanor, the cold distant way he carried himself, and his intense gaze as he fixed his eye on her made her open her mouth only for words that sounded more like letters to come out.
"Y-Ye-yes!" she hurriedly said, even as she looked away, unable to meet his gaze, ensuring that her eyes only stopped at his jaw before looking away and heading into the dinning room the next instant.
Her heart thumping too fast in her chest for her to be able to quiet it as she headed straight for the seat she previously sat in the day before.
It was right beside Dante’s own, but it wasn’t like she had a choice as she sat down on her chair as stiff as rod.
Doing her best to look relaxed but failing and unable to do anything else to fix it.
The only thing she could applaud herself for was making sure not to recall the events of the day before—but barely had she congratulated herself on that when she recalled it.
Her cheeks instantly tinged red, and redder when she realized that Dante was staring at her, considering the food was yet to arrive.
The silence only grew more unbearable considering she couldn’t hide her face even though she wanted to, as she opened her mouth to speak as gently as she could.
"Are—I mean, How—how do we call the servants?" she asked him, looking in his general direction without meeting his gaze while wondering how people had normal conversations with people they had sex with.
’This is so uncomfortable!’ she thought.
"I already did!" he answered her, even as Isadora lowered her head and squeezed her fists in her palms, not even trying to ask how even though she wanted to.
But her mind was drifting—something she was thankful for—only to suddenly hear Dante’s deep and cool voice speak to her, jarring her back to reality.
"Dora!" he said, calling her in that intimate way that she liked but also seemed to grate on her nerves in a way that she couldn’t explain, as she turned her head to look at him. Again making sure not to look at his eyes but doing better by looking at his nose.
"Wh-what?" she asked, wondering why he called her name so suddenly.
’Did he want to talk about the events of last night?’
’Was the bite that terrible?’
’Was it something else I did?’ she wondered, on the edge of a panic, only to hear him speak again.
"You were much bolder last night! Today, you’ve not looked at me once!" he said, even as Isadora looked right at him, regretting it the instant she did as she felt her cheeks warm up even more.
Taken aback by the slight smile she could see on the edge of his lips, one that showed that he was clearly enjoying her reactions—something she couldn’t blame him for, since she would have done the same in his place.
"I’m looking at you now!" she told him, intending to wipe the satisfaction from his face as fast as she could.
But Dante simply nodded as he leaned forward on the table, something she hadn’t seen him do since he always sat completely straight with his shoulders squared. freewēbnoveℓ.com
Leaning towards her like he was about to tell her a secret, something that surprised her, as she leaned her side towards him to try and hear him better as she heard him speak.
Only to hear him whisper, "It hurts!"
Isadora’s eyes fluttered as she turned to look at him, surprised to find that he had a completely neutral expression on his face, almost solemn.
Isadora couldn’t help it. She knew what he was alluding to, and even more it was his sober expression that had her cheeks heating so red she was sure it could be seen from a mile away.
She couldn’t help it—glaring at him and prepared to change seats if that was what it took—as she noticed his eyes twinkled the lightest but with mirth.
Only to hear the doors be pushed open as servants walked in with platters of food, rows after rows.
The table was filled in a way that one would think a whole party of people were prepared to eat it, but Isadora knew it was only the two of them.
They were served, and most of the servants left, leaving one who stayed way back in the room waiting to be called when needed.
Isadora instantly began to serve herself, relieved that if they ate then there wouldn’t be a need to talk. But barely had she dug into the pieces of chicken on her plate when she heard Dante speak.
His fork and spoon poised elegantly in his hand.
"According to the schedule you should be picking your wedding gown today!" he said, his voice back to being completely cold and deadly serious, even as Isadora sighed with relief, doing her best to recall her dining lessons and not make any mistakes.
"Yes!" she responded, wondering how a man like him could recall insignificant details like when she would be getting her wedding gown.
"You will have many guards, and your personal guard will always stay by your side!" he told her, even as Isadora nodded her head, still chewing, only to pause when she heard him say the next words.
"If you meet any of my family members just get up and run!" he told her, his tone serious, but the words almost made her crack a smile if not for the deadly sober expression on his face when he said it.
"Just leave! It’s what I would do if I were you!" he told her, even as Isadora blinked as she watched him go back to eating his food, even as she went back to eating hers.
