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by Violet Walker

  Adam downed his last glass of whiskey and moved to his chamber for a peaceful night’s sleep. Tomorrow he would have to leave early for London.

  “My Goodness, Lord Sonhurst! Why, it has been ages since you attended my ball. I hope everything here is to your liking,” Lady Botsworth exclaimed in delight upon seeing Adam.

  “I am extremely sorry for my absence at your previous functions, Lady Botsworth,” Adam unleashed his charm on the Baroness. “You see, Norfolk is a large estate and I have been extremely busy these past days with some pressing matters. As for the party, I assure you your arrangements are par excellence as always. I don’t remember having so much fun of late.” Lady Botsworth swelled with pride at his words.

  Adam politely excused himself and moved towards the refreshment tables for another drink. The Season was in full swing. He could feel a lot of curious gazes upon him but ignored them. Many pretty faces tried catching his attention but none really caught his fancy. He was sure Lady….er… what was her name - Eleanor Rothert was among these eager looking debutantes. He had to avoid her at all costs. He had already seen her father, the Earl of Dunkirk, engaged in a deep conversation with a few gentlemen on his right. He planned to go to the opposite side of the room lest the Earl notice him and subject him to his daughter’s attentions. He would not marry Lady Eleanor Rothert, not if she were the last woman on this Earth.

  And just when he started towards the other end of the ballroom, he saw his mother. She was laughing merrily apparently at some joke that the balding man accompanying her had just shared. Upon further scrutiny, he found that the man was none other than Lord Collin, his late father’s best friend.

  After his father’s demise, Lord Collin had been like a father-figure to Adam. He was a widower and Adam held him in high regard. But the way his mother and Lord Collin were getting cozy, Adam just couldn’t stand it. He didn’t understand how any intelligent and sane man could easily fall into his mother’s trap. No doubt she was a charming lady, but surely any man could see behind that pretty façade. When he saw his mother literally batting her eyelashes at Lord Collin, Adam could take it no more. He wanted leave this party as soon as he could.

  Suddenly, Adam started feeling as if the room was closing in on him. He felt suffocated and couldn’t stand the music and the noise anymore. He started moving towards the balcony for some fresh air. As soon as he opened the doors to the balcony, he felt relieved. Outside, the night was quiet and peaceful. A mild breeze was blowing and he thought to himself that he would prefer the chirping of crickets any day to the loud music that was playing inside. He thought of staying there for a few moments and then making an early exit.

  He had yet not accomplished his purpose of attending the ball, but he couldn’t torture himself anymore. He just had to leave. He probably needed a woman’s company for the night. The thought made him smile and he decided to pay a visit to one of his old acquaintances in London.

  As he was thinking of a valid excuse to give for his early departure, the swishing noise of doors made him turn. A beautiful, no, exquisitely beautiful lady was walking out of the ballroom and moving towards the terrace. Apparently, she too was in need of some fresh air. From where Adam was standing, she could not see him. But Adam caught a full view of her small frame. Yes, she was small, she would hardly reach his shoulders. In the darkness of the night, Adam couldn’t clearly see the color of her dress, but he could tell that it was some pastel shade. And a beautiful dress it was, hugging her curves at all the right places.

  She had worn her hair in a loose bun and few tendrils had escaped that were now teasing her bare shoulder. How his fingers ached to put those daring tendrils back to their place. He was amazed at his body’s reaction towards a complete stranger. It had been too many days since he’d had a woman in his bed. This reaction was probably a result of that only.

  Now Adam suddenly didn’t want to leave early. He wanted to talk to this lady who had caught his attention. By the way she walked, he could make out that she was from nobility. He stood there mesmerized by her beauty. In the soft moonlight, she looked no less than an angel. Adam decided to go up to her and introduce himself. He knew it would be improper to do so as he could see the lady was unchaperoned. But he could not resist himself. And his “Devil may care” attitude was not famous without reason!

  Chapter Four

  What a beautiful night it was! Eleanor was truly enjoying herself. She was wearing an off shoulder baby pink gown, a little too daring for her own taste, but she knew that she was looking gorgeous in it. Eliza had forced her to buy this gown and now she was thanking her in her heart for it. Her mother too had loved the gown at the first glance.

  By the way she was attracting gentlemen, she was sure that the gown had worked its charm. Her dance card was almost full and her cheeks were aching terribly with constant smiling. Almost every man in the party had requested a dance with her. She was a bit overwhelmed, what with the continuous introductions, dances and chatting. Eleanor now knew the names of almost all the gentlemen in the party but none of them was Lord Adam Sonhurst. She wondered if he was actually attending the party or not.

  She had asked Eliza about the elusive Lord but she too didn’t have much information about him. She had only told her that Lord Sonhurst had a rakish reputation and was a treat to look at. It wouldn’t be such a task to fall in love with a man who is a ‘treat to look at’, Eleanor had thought in her heart. She smiled to herself at the thought.

  Eleanor could see Eliza was having a great time too. Dressed in a lilac gown complete with intricate embroidery, she looked like an angel from Heaven. Apparently she had caught the fancy of a young Baron and he seemed completely besotted with her. She was hoping to hear an announcement of Eliza’s engagement soon.

  Just as she finished a dance with one of the gentlemen, Eleanor heard her father calling her to meet someone. “Come, my dear. Meet Lady Elizabeth Sonhurst, the Marchioness of Norfolk. And my lady, this is my beautiful daughter that you were so eager to meet.”

  “Good evening, my Lady” Eleanor gave a small curtsey and smiled at the most strikingly handsome woman in front of her.

  “Good evening, my dear. I hope you are having a gala time, what with being the center of attraction with this elegant and charming demeanor of yours” replied Lady Sonhurst politely.

  Eleanor decided immediately that she liked the lady. Although her smile was a little icy, she could feel that she was a good woman at heart. Suddenly, something at the back of her head caught Lady Sonhurst’s attention. When Eleanor turned to see what it was, she found nothing extraordinary. The Marchioness quickly composed herself and said to Eleanor, “My dear, you look so flushed with all the dancing. Why don’t you go outside to the terrace for a breath of fresh air? I’ll accompany you as soon as I finish talking to your father about an important matter.”

  Eleanor was a little surprised at the Lady’s suggestion to go to the terrace unchaperoned. But then she thought that the Marchioness would soon accompany her and probably that’s why her father also did not object to the suggestion. Eleanor excused herself and proceeded towards the balcony doors. She was grateful for the small respite since her feet were aching with the continuous dancing.

  As she opened the doors, she was greeted by a gush of fresh air. How she loved the quiet of the night after all that loud music and chatter. She moved towards the terrace and bent down to take off her slippers. She was sure that she would have swollen feet by the time the night ended.

  A sudden movement behind her made her turn. And she was dumbstruck by what she saw. A tall and terribly handsome man stood in front of her. She was sure she had never seen such a strikingly handsome man before- handsome but in a rakish sort of way. And he was tall, very tall! In fact, Eleanor would hardly reach his ears even if she stood on her toes. She continued to stare at him with her mouth agape.

  “May I take the opportunity to introduce myself to you, my lady? I am Adam Sonhurst, the Marquess of Norfolk”, he said with a
curt bow.

  Oh! So this was the man she was so desperate to see!

  Adam cleared his throat and this brought Eleanor out of her trance. She blushed a crimson red when she realized that she had been openly staring at the gentleman.

  "I am sorry, my lord. I didn't hear you coming and thus was a bit taken aback." She replied hastily.

  "Oh! In that case, I am sorry to have frightened you thus. Please accept my apologies."

  Adam was stunned at her beauty. She had absolutely clear skin and deep blue eyes. He felt as if he could look into those eyes forever. A few wisps of her dark auburn hair had escaped her bun and were falling gracefully on her creamy shoulders. Adam fought a sudden urge to put his lips on those bare shoulders of hers to see if they were as smooth as they looked.

  "So, YOU are the elusive Lord Sonhurst!" Eleanor blurted out before she could stop herself.

  Adam raised one of his eyebrows. So she had heard about him. He smiled inwardly.

  "Yes, I am Lord Sonhurst. I see that my reputation precedes me. I can only hope that you've heard all good things about me," replied Adam with a smile.

  Eleanor noticed that a small dimple formed on his right cheek when he smiled. And that made him look even more attractive. They were standing close enough for Eleanor to see the dark specs in his otherwise light brown eyes. His hair was neither too long nor too short, just about the perfect length.

  “Oh! Of course. You have an impeccable reputation, I hear”, she lied. She didn’t know anything about him except that he was an extremely good looking marquess who didn’t like socializing for some reason.

  Adam could see that she was lying when she refused to make any eye contact with him while talking. She looked so innocent and naïve. Adam felt the urge to protect her from this fake and superficial world.

  Protect her? Hell, what was happening to his brain? He had just met this woman and he wanted to protect her! From whom? The truth was that if this pretty little thing needed protection from anybody, it was HIM! He had no idea why his brain and heart were behaving in such a strange manner. He had been with some very stunning ladies but none of them had affected him like this young chit. One moment, she looked sensual and the other, as innocent as a child.

  Chapter Five

  Eleanor was usually proud of her confidence and conversational skills. But at this moment, she felt dumbstruck. Her brain couldn’t seem to form a coherent response to Lord Sonhurst’s queries. She felt strangely shy.

  “A lady like yourself would enjoy a party like this, I believe. May I take the liberty to ask why you have come out to the terrace when the ball is in full swing”, asked Adam. “And that too unchaperoned?”

  ”Umm….Well, yes, I was enjoying the party very much. But after a while this music and noise gets unbearable for me. I just came out for some fresh air. Besides, my feet are aching badly after almost two hours of relentless dancing.”

  Adam saw that she had taken off her shoes. Her feet actually appeared a bit swollen.

  “As for being unchaperoned, my chaperone will be joining me any moment now.” Eleanor had finally started to relax.

  Just then a gush of wind blew a few more wisps of her hair over her heart-shaped face. Adam raised his hand, gathered the soft tendrils and gently pushed them behind her ears. As his fingers came into contact with her skin, Eleanor shivered. Adam didn’t want to stop. He ran his index finger from the back of her ear to her neck and then to bare shoulder. Eleanor felt her flesh burn at his gentle yet sensual touch. She knew this was highly improper. She knew the Marchioness could come upon them any moment. But still she didn’t want him to stop. It was as if her common sense had decided it was for a break.

  Adam didn’t know what had come upon him. He knew that the lady was just as affected by his touch as he was. There was an undeniable chemistry between the both of them that was difficult to comprehend.

  He knew he should stop. And stop, he did.

  Adam cleared his throat once again.

  “Ummm… Since your chaperone is still nowhere in sight, I think I should take upon myself the task of escorting you inside.”

  “No, thank you. I wouldn’t bother you thus. I can find the way back myself. You please continue to enjoy this peaceful night.” Eleanor wanted to run as far away from this dangerous man as she could. She didn’t trust herself around him. Good Lord! What must he think of her? Letting herself get touched by a stranger in such an intimate manner! What was she thinking?

  “It was a pleasure meeting you, my Lord” said Eleanor and rushed past him without waiting for his reply.

  She had barely taken a few steps when she heard his rich voice again.

  “Excuse me, my lady. I think you’ve forgotten something here.”

  She turned around and saw him looking at her sandals that she had taken off to soothe her sore feet. In the hurry to escape, she had forgotten to wear them again.

  “Oh! How foolish of me!” She hurried back to retrieve her sandals and in her haste, she failed to notice a small step in front of her. With arms flying in the air, she fell right into Adam’s muscular arms.

  Although Eleanor was a small woman, the impact of her fall was strong enough to land Adam on his back. So now Adam was lying with his back down on the terrace with Eleanor sprawled upon him.

  ”Oh my God! Oh my God! I am so sorry, my Lord. I’ll just get up.” And she poked her elbow right into his ribs in an effort to get up.

  “Good Lord, lady. What are you doing?” Adam shouted in pain. She fell right back on top of him.

  And at that precise moment, Lady Elizabeth Sonhurst, accompanied by Lord Rothert and Lord Collin, came out to the terrace.

  “What is going on here?” roared Lord Rothert. A few more members of the ton gathered upon hearing all the commotion.

  Adam and Eleanor got up hurriedly. Eleanor’s mother and Eliza rushed to her side and smoothed her skirts that were now in a state of dishevel.

  “How dare you take advantage of my daughter!” shouted Lord Rothert again.

  Adam saw that his mother was wearing a stricken expression. Just then it struck him. The Earl of Dunkirk’s daughter! This chit was none other than the woman he had sworn to avoid at all costs. Lady Eleanor Rothert!

  “No, Father. It is not what it seems. Lord Sonhurst has been a thorough gentleman. It was I who tripped and fell on him.”

  “Oh dear! Adam, you should be ashamed of yourself! And Eleanor, darling, there is no need to lie for my son. We all have seen what happened. If he has done something wrong, it is his duty to set it right. Adam, you will have to marry Eleanor to protect her honor!” The Marchioness looked at Adam with a victorious expression in her eyes.

  “You are mistaken, my lady. It is not……” began Eleanor.

  “I shall marry her”, Adam said slowly. All eyes were on him now.

  “Lord Rothert, I ask for your daughter’s hand in marriage.”

  The Earl looked shocked but nevertheless, gave a slight nod.

  “Begin the marriage preparations”, said Adam and left the party after one last look at Eleanor. Eleanor could see a mixture of disgust and disbelief in his eyes. So much for marrying for love! Now her would be groom not only held her responsible for all that happened but probably hated her for it too! Eleanor felt tears welling up in her eyes. This night had turned into a nightmare for her!

  Chapter Six

  What a fool he had been all along! Adam cursed himself for the millionth time. Why could he not see through his mother’s plan? She had so simply outwitted him. And that chit- Lady Eleanor Rothert! How innocent she had seemed to Adam! Incapable of doing any wrong… But now he could plainly see that she had been a willing accomplice of his mother. Adam had thought that finally he had found a woman good enough to be his Marchioness but he had no clue that the woman could be so conniving and clever. Deceit nicely wrapped in the package of innocence!

  Never mind, he thought bitterly, she may have succeeded in her intention of landing a Marquess as her hu
sband; but he promised himself that he would leave no stone unturned to make her life a living hell! He would make her regret the day she dreamt of getting married to him. She liked playing games, huh? He would show her who the master at this game is!

  Adam closed his eyes and envisioned her lovely face. Yes, she was a pretty little thing. Getting intimate with her wouldn’t be a problem. After all, that night she seemed too eager for his touch! He wondered if she had acted in a similar fashion with her other suitors as well. Bile rose in his throat at the thought.

  He had already decided what his next course of action would be. He needed a Marchioness to produce an heir, didn’t he? Well, he would certainly do that! And then, he would show her her place. She would be a Marchioness, alright; but as a wife, she would not have any rights. He would force her to lead a lonely life in his huge manor at Norfolk, cut off from her husband, her family and the London parties that she absolutely loved.

  The marriage was scheduled to take place the day after. Meanwhile, he would send a message to Norfolk about his nuptials and ask the staff there to make the necessary arrangements. He would be a husband in a matter of two days. Adam braced himself for the challenge!

  Eleanor knew in heart that Adam held her responsible for trapping him into marriage. She had shared her thoughts with her mother. But her mother had assured her that Adam was quite agreeable to the match. His mother, Lady Elizabeth had confirmed this in as many words. But somehow, Eleanor had this nagging feeling that something was not correct. She could not forget the look in his eyes when he left the party. It was accusatory…as if someone he trusted had backstabbed him.

  And if her doubts turned out to be true, how would she survive in a loveless marriage? She had dreamt of a marriage like her parents’ ever since she was a child. The love that her parents had for each other shone bright in their eyes. They knew each other so well that at times, they completed each other’s sentences. She longed for that kind of intimacy and understanding in her marriage.