by Taylor R. C.
- The new one, Linsey ...
- And am I in the story? Benett asked excitedly.
- Yes, my dear friend who lives in London and I am an expert on vacation art.
- And that now left you with a taste of wanting more? - He said and Gisele agreed.
- Sure, now show me by the tents, let's look for another place and we'll be out soon!
Like a little lamb Benett did as she was told, putting his arm around hers, leading them along the central path where the Baron could see her, just as he saw her. James narrowed his eyes behind his glasses to see the little girl he knew a little better that afternoon, walking around the same man from the night before. They didn't make such a cute couple ... He pursed his lips at that thought, but then he stopped, in another time, when he was another man, he might have even thought of getting involved in a game of flirting, but things were different, this was his punishment, to live in that empty state.
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Mr. Watts, the eighth Baron of Blackcastle, gave the air of grace on stage, congratulating the children who sang in a choir and then disappeared like smoke. The event had been a success and money was raised from everyone who was there, even Gisele dou, nothing as expressive as everyone seemed to do, but at least she really did it for the orphans, even though she knew that no money would ease each of their dreams of being part of it. from one of those families and not just receive crumbs from their fortunes.
- You're very quiet, I don't like it.
Benett said. She took the attention that gave the dark landscape of the night passing by the car window and looked at the business partner who seemed extremely happy, it was no wonder, after all she had enmeshed the Baron and met Michel Hassani, who was only smiles.
- I'm just thinking, I do this from time to time!
- It seems more melancholy than anything else. - He said and she shrugged.
- We all have our moments ...
- Want to go dancing? Benett smiled. - It can cheer you up!
- No, I prefer to stay at the hotel.
- Okay, I'll give you that massage you love.
- Better not ... - Denied with a gesture. - I think I want to be alone!
- It's all right...
Benett agreed calmly, he understood her, he knew that sometimes Gisele isolated himself and was unreachable, but soon he would be back, so things would be fine. When he dropped her off at the hotel, she didn't make her way straight to the apartment, first she went to the bar to get a bottle of whiskey, that's how it went.
When she entered the living room of the huge luxurious apartment, taking off her heels, leaving the way and opening the lid of the drink, she dropped on the sofa. Gisele hated feeling that way, empty, at the same time hit by that cold time where all her support was Oliver. When he arrived, she was already in the orphanage, in fact, she was left on the sidewalk wrapped in sheets soiled with blood with the umbilical cord still present, she was simply discarded after being forced to be born.
That was an old story that shouldn't even hit her like that, but the truth would always be that she felt rejected, nor did her mother apparently want her, it marked her in some way that she couldn't describe, but she did. That afternoon when faced with a bunch of children alone it was like seeing yourself again, remembering the hell of the beatings, until Oliver arrived and started being punished in his place, which was not much better, then came the phase in who stayed on the street and worked it out on their own.
Gisele wiped her face abruptly, hating being there crying like an idiot, she wasn't even drunk yet, that wasn't even acceptable. He thought it might have been better to ask Benett to stay, or not, because he knew that the night would only end in one way and certain things were better not to mix. He got up from the sofa and decided to finish that bottle in the bath, pathetically, but the next day he would be back and firm, being the woman he became.
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James was in the library, and for a change, drinking. The door was opened and he already knew who it was.
- Want to have dinner Sir. Blackcastle?
- You already know not Pottes.
It was inevitable. Every night the butler asked the same damn thing.
- It is my duty to ask.
- Go on, stop hurting me.
- Are you sure you don't want anything more?
Pottes insisted, and it was out of the ordinary, James took his eyes off the glass of whiskey he was staring at to look at the man standing a few feet from his chair in front of the fireplace.
- You always leave after I dismiss you the first time, what has changed today?
- Looks like something has changed? - Pottes returned pursing his lips.
- Don't be obtuse, vile little man!
- Well, nothing has changed, I mean ... - He hesitated on purpose. - Bartor told me that you had an unforeseen event at the table today!
Bartor, an average guy, with dark hair and very silent who was the driver, as well as security. James wanted to hit Pottes in the head with that damn glass in his hand. Thank goodness the nosy butler shape was burned ... He made a sound of disdain.
- You cynic, did you put it there?
- Pardon? Pottes frowned.
- Make a fool of yourself and I'll throw the glass at you!
- I feel like I'll be hit with the glass. - He said nothing affected. - I don't know what you're talking about.
- I'm talking about the little bitch Linsey!
- How many glasses of whiskey have you had Sir. Blackcastle?
James was really losing patience with his butler. The man could not intrude on that level in his life and expect him to be happy.
- Pottes ... - He warned seriously. - You put Gisele Linsey on my table on purpose and now you're making a fool of yourself!
Pottes put his hands together in front of his chest, pursing his lips down and giving a negative nod.
- At all, I don't know whose that lady is, after all I was talking about Miss. Cassandra Towler!
James' face went white. Shit ... He thought seeing a small smile form on Pottes' lips as he saw the shocked expression etched on his brow. I had just given material for an entire decade of torture from the main employee.
- Get your face out of my way, now Pottes!
- I would love to know more about Miss. Linsey! - He smiled like a cherub, but old.
- I hate you Pottes, you know that, don't you?
The little man smiled again and James knew what was coming, a beautiful provocation.
- I know, sir. Blackcastle. - He sighed dramatically. - I will take my “feathers” out of your precious vision, after all this is the time that the servants get together for the gossip in the kitchen!
He tossed the glass, Pottes dodged, laughing again, heading for the door and then closing it. What he said was a provocation and a truth too, by the end of dinner his butler would know everything about Miss. Linsey, and then it would start to fill James' patience until the end of his miserable life.
- Oh damn Watts, what a big mouth you had to talk about?
Chapter 04
Two weeks of hunting a Baron and anyone would have given up even more if they had other options at hand.
- Benett, I'm getting tired!
Gisele said crossing her legs the other way over the dashboard. She looked at her partner, whose face was propped up against the wheel, staring intently at a coffee shop on the outskirts of the James Watts business building, the Baron of Blackcastle.
- At some point this son of the devil appears, he has to appear, he drinks coffee here, I investigated him very well ...
She sighed and returned to the task of sanding her nail. The two of them had spent those last days in that routine, going to the front of the cafe, waiting for the magnanimous Baron to appear, but that had not happened, but obviously, they had strengthened their ties with Michel Hassani and maybe he met Ryan Codes that night in a very busy nightclub. , which Michel himself had obtained the VIP tickets, which made her laugh internally.
; Even with all the advances on the other side of the game board, she couldn't say that she wasn't a little frustrated, as James Watts hadn't moved, he didn't go after her, which meant that Gisele had been wrong, and to err was the thing that she hated it more, maybe that was why she was still accepting that “hunt” with Benett, because she was irritated that the man was not playing his game.
- I'm going to take a nap, because it's clear, I'm going to miss another day here!
- If I were you I wouldn't do that. - Benett said smiling. - The asshole is over there!
Gisele lowered her hand and pulled her Gucci sunglasses up, then saw the tall, blond Baron figure, a little smile playing on the corner of her lips.
- Point for you! - He spoke tapping his partner's shoulder.
- Will you take a break or will you be in soon?
- Um ... - She paused, thinking. - I'm going in!
- This is my girl ... - He celebrated.
She laughed, then took off her glasses, pulled the mirror out of her bag, checking her face, gave her cheek a little squeeze before biting her lips, making them redder and then stared at Benett.
- Would you fall in love with me? - Asked with an innocent look.
- I'm already in love!
He said on a sigh, she laughed and then got out of the car, running her hands through her hair, making her way to the cafeteria. Her black short boots hit the floor vigorously, she took the headphones out of the pocket of her black coat, which matched the skinny pants of the same color, adjusted the handle of the red bag, while finally she reached the door and entered.
It was not difficult to locate the Baron, he was at the counter, wearing a dark brown leather jacket, black jeans, barbaric men's Oxford shoes, he looked like he had come out of a fashion magazine, not only for his elegance, but for his beauty. She put on the headphones, which obviously did not play anything, giving a disagreement going to the opposite side, so it would be in his direct line of sight. An attendant soon appeared smiling to answer him.
- Hello ... - Gisele replied. - A macchiato coffee, please!
James saw it long before he heard it, it was as if he had felt it, then when he turned his face he saw brown hair passing by its shore, in the next instant prostrating himself on the other side of the counter, so he saw the angelic female figure, who strangely made you take a deep breath. Indecision was something he was not used to, but it was exactly what he felt, when thinking whether or not it would attract his attention, since she seemed distracted listening to music. However, perhaps because he did not take his eyes off her, he attracted her gaze in his direction. Shit! He thought, seeing a smile smile on her precisely pink lips.
- Doesn't coffee too sweet make you sick? He asked and she took off the headphones.
- Like?
- I asked if coffee too sweet is not sick?
- I don't know, you'll have to prove it! - Gisele said going to him and then stopped right next to him. - It is a[7]stalker?
- Taking into account that you came here later, I return the question.
Gisele had to raise her face a little to be able to look at the man and that pleased her, her preference spoke louder, it was inevitable. She smiled at him knowingly.
- There is a museum two blocks from here and a gallery of modern art passing this block here. - Shrugged. - So I'm sorry to tell you, no, I'm not a stalker, at least not a Baron!
James watched her face with very little make-up, making those tiny freckles more visible in her high nose, as well as showing the color of her big eyes, she looked like one of those porcelain dolls and yet very real. Their coffee arrived on time, she turned away, staring at her glass and offered it.
- Didn't want to know if too sweet coffee gets sick? He waved at the glass, pushing it towards him. - Prove it!
- Is it normal in your country to do this with strangers?
- How do you know I'm not from London? He raised his eyebrow.
- It is not! - He said convinced.
- Baronzinho, are you going to taste the coffee or not?
For the first time his always bored and concise expression faded a little, and a half smile played in the corner of his mouth, which was very charming, however, it was quickly hidden when he took the coffee cup from his hand and drank a little of the hot liquid.
- Too sweet ... - Complained.
Gisele ignored taking his coffee curious to know what he drank. When he tried it, he could immediately identify what it was and looked at it with amusement.
- [8]Irish coffee!
- You are American, you are spacious, everyone is! - He took the coffee from your hand making her laugh.
- I'm from New York!
That was a lie, Gisele had no idea where it was from, grew up in Boston and New York without ever being sure where she was born, but the fact didn't even matter, she lived on lies.
- It could be worse, like California! - He scoffed.
- You know I even liked the British, before you!
James wanted to laugh a lot, but just pursed his lips, shrugging.
- Thanks...
- Do you think it was a compliment? - She drank her own coffee.
- Nothing is a compliment to you, it seems.
He teased watching her swallow, the movement in her throat made him agitated, which of course made him in a bad mood too. Soon after, he found himself thinking that now she had the taste he tasted and that seemed very good. Damn Watts ... James turned, waving to the waitress and handing over his card, saying that he was paying for his coffee and that of the creature beside him, so he could get rid of it soon.
- You won't redeem yourself just because you paid for my coffee. - Gisele implied, but having fun,
- I know that, I'm just trying to get rid of you faster.
He didn't lie, but Gisele just laughed. When he looked back at her she was taking her cell phone out of her pocket and he asked God not to ask to put his number there.
- Lucky day, because I have to go. - He commented looking at the time.
- God is good!
Internally a voice told James that she was a big ass and God would never be nice to him, so he put Gisele in his way, to test him and punish his damn existence in that life. She looked up those honey-emerald eyes, so beautiful, straight into his own and for a minute made the man forget the bastard he thought he was.
- I should throw you coffee!
Gisele was serious, but very excited, as she discovered that she loved to exchange barbs with that Baron. The man blinked and then his blue eyes narrowed, the gesture made him more beautiful, but dangerous, even though he looked like a prince of those girls want.
- For being so sincere?
- For being a rascal. - He said with a kind smile.
- Call me a child. - Provoked liking the dispute.
- Stop using my words, create your own.
- I told you once that I only use words that a being with his mental capacity can bear.
James couldn't help saying that with a laugh at the end, and neither did she seem to hold back, because she was laughing too, even turning her face to hide it, when she looked at him she was not yet fully composed.
- I don't know what kind of distorted friendship we're having here, but it's fun, I can't deny it.
- I would not call it friendship, but rather an enmity that cannot be brought to fruition, by clear logic.
- Oh yes? - Gisele put her hand on her waist. - And what is the clear logic?
- You are a woman and I a man, I cannot reach down on your "delicate constitution". - He scoffed again.
- But you wanted to strangle me when you met me? He raised his eyebrow again.
- The desire to do and to achieve is different!
The girl came back with her card, James turned to take it, which made Gisele distracted, but suddenly he was taken by a fright, she approached suddenly, she was now with her hands on his waist, practically hugging her. trunk which made him very aware that it was smaller, but clearly with curves that would make even
a crazy saint.
- You know, for me, desire and fulfillment is a two-way street ...
James made the mistake of turning his attention away from her face to fixing himself on her small mouth. She had really perfect lips, one fuller than the other, perfect for kissing and going crazy with sensual promises. And before more madness came to his mind, she did the madness, kissed him.
At first she was only going to brush her lips over his, but it got out of control, the instant she felt the male mouth in hers and the big hands close around her waist, bringing her closer than it seemed possible. When she realized she was kissing him as if they were not in public, but in a room, where she sucked her lower lip, then she opened up to give him access, felt her tongue eager for exploration, to then suck his, taking that kiss like it's the air I breathe.
- Gentlemen ... - Someone cleared his throat. - Gentlemen!
The two walked away, finding an elderly man looking at them in shock, clearly uncomfortable too. James released Gisele as if the devil himself had set her on fire.
- Excuse me!
He said to the man running his hands through his hair. Gisele looked away licking her own lips, laughing, as well as tasting him, mixed with whiskey, which was very exciting, her thoughts were interrupted as he took her by the arm, taking her out like a child, that shocked her.
- Hey! - She exclaimed indignantly.
- Shut up!
James said with all his self-control what was left after what that woman did. He was shocked at how years of being completely apathetic about everything, he was suddenly shaken, until he practically wanted to throw that stranger on the counter and fuck until he forgot her name.
- Don't tell me ...
He stopped abruptly and made Gisele stop, as well as stopping, turning her so that he could see her entire face tensed and blue eyes injected with danger, the only thing that clashed was the pink mouth of the man who made her remember the torrid kiss.
- I said quietly, let's not shout in the middle of the street, your scene is enough!
There wasn’t even time to argue, she was dragged, forced to walk again towards a [9]Volvo SUV all black, which a minute later had the door opened by a driver who emerged from the afterlife. Gisele was pushed inside without any kindness.