by Taylor R. C.
- Evo, I'm sorry!
Obviously I didn't. Evo agreed and then leaned over, in a restrained embrace, but he didn't move away as quickly as he should have.
- I know who you are, and I also know what you did ...
He said in an icy tone so that only James would listen and then he walked away and the Baron continued to look at him calmly.
- I thought you knew, after all, you need to know things when you are heir to the legacy! - He sighed with an air of boredom. - Your father was not smart, but I hope you are, because it would be very sad to see your family have a new loss, how would your mother be? And your new mate?
Evo nodded, averting his eyes, swallowing before turning to him again, this time, fully composed.
- I don't have my father's aspirations, much less for the things I took care of, so he will be left behind, as I said, I have a mother and wife, who need care.
The Baron agreed, then patted him on the shoulder, heading for his seat in the front row, alongside other wealthy names, but not as influential as a Blackcastle. Observing the disposition of people staring at the photo of the deceased without any remorse, he never had, and never would have, because people like Ramires knew what they were getting into, so he assumed with the risks, whether they were mortal or not.
- Mr. Watts! - An old man sat next to you, he was a duke, very close to your late uncle. - I thought I wouldn't see you here!
- Mr. Ramson, glad to see you, I wish you were in better circumstances. - He added. - I couldn't help coming, he was a great partner.
- Do you know anything about his death investigations?
- Nothing substantial, you know how these investigations are, they never say much.
The old duke gave a positive nod and remained silent when the service began. James sighed and took a discreet look at his watch, thinking it would be a penance to stand there and hear about the man he killed, maybe that was one of the ways God just punished him, but for the Baron it didn't matter, because he knew, hell he had a luxurious place for him.
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James Watts' mansion was located [10]Hampstead, a neighborhood located in the north of London, little explored by tourists, quiet, and obviously occupied by the cream of individuals with an ultra high income. It was not difficult for Gisele to find the address, much less to go there by taxi, however it was surprising to see the imposing construction that was the Baron's residence.
The place was a mansion, it had a neoclassical style, it must date from the 17th century, of course it had undergone some renovation, because the white color of the facade seemed impeccable and shiny, the gardens surrounding the entire length of the property looked like illustrations from books of such size. the beauty. The building screamed power and nobility, it was striking, even though it was seen from the other side of the large hollow black iron gate. Gisele sighed, before leaving the taxi asking him to wait, while she went to one of the two security guards who guarded the entrance with serious looks.
- Good morning, I would like to speak to the Baron of Blackcastle's butler, I am Gisele Linsey!
Her call to call for a mansion clerk was more effective than asking the owner directly, and Gisele knew, it was very likely that James would send her away before she crossed the first cobblestone entrance if she knew of his presence there, however, hopes that the butler, who already knew her apparently, would help her in before her intention was undermined by the Baron.
- Just a minute.
The security guard walked away, seeming to be talking to someone on the radio he took out of his pocket, when he turned in his direction, he had the same cold expression.
- Then? - He asked waiting for an answer.
- Your ticket has been cleared, but we will have to search the taxi, standard procedure, sorry!
- You can search. - He shrugged.
A few minutes later Gisele was descending in front of the main entrance, which was a good distance from the gate, dismissed the taxi that deprived her of a walk that would leave her out of alignment, spoiling her entire production.
That morning she wore a pleated salmon-colored midi skirt, with a white sleeve shirt, and marsala red high heels, with only one strap attached to her ankles, but everything was covered in a heavy black coat, her hair was tied in a bun. inverted, which she knew made her as elegant as she was tempting, like many other things she discovered over the years in that seduction game. She reached the main landing facing the two beaters in a phoenix shape at the door, prepared to knock, but it was not necessary. She was greeted by a gentle smile from a gentleman wearing an elegant suit.
- Welcome to [11]House Stone Black, MS. Linsey, I'm Pottes, the butler!
- Thank you, it is a pleasure to meet you, sorry for the intrusion, I would like to speak with the Baron, is he?
- It's coming, I'll take you directly to him if you accompany me.
- Sure!
He made room for her to enter, as soon as he put his feet inside she was slaughtered by more luxury, which she tried to disguise.
- Can I get your coat and bag? - The man asked.
- Please ... - She smiled. - I owe you a thank you for the help you gave me in preparing that bag.
- It was nothing Miss. Linsey. - He handed the objects to an employee who appeared and disappeared out of nowhere. - How are you feeling?
- Almost brand new!
The man's smile reached the gray eyes that had a clear wit, Gisele made a mental note that he should always keep his attention on the guy, his intuition was beeping.
- I am glad to know.
She followed him down the corridor decorated all in light, pastel colors and full of pictures that should be worth more than a small country. They seemed to have crossed the whole house when they left in an anteroom that led up to a staircase that led to a garden. Pottes looked at his watch and then frowned.
- You're late, Sir. Blackcastle has this evil.
- Just this one? Her sarcastic tone made the butler laugh.
- Please follow me.
Pottes opened the glass door that led to the outside to reveal a small balcony and which afforded a beautiful view of the garden, as well as the high green fields of the property, which was clearly extensive.
- Is the Baron adept at gardening?
- I would love it to be, but no. - His sigh was almost melancholy, but funny at the same time. - But he is about to arrive ... There he is!
He pointed to the figure who appeared at the top of the field on a glowing black horse. Gisele swallowed, saw the Baron approaching, riding at the top of his lungs and it was wonderful. When she could make out the expression in his eyes, it was easy to see her unhappiness.
- Pottes!
The sound of his voice was a thunder-like boom, Gisele tried not to cringe, looked at the butler at her side who maintained her regal posture. James dismounted from the horse before it stopped completely, rising to its full height, walking towards them. He wore white riding pants, a polo shirt and carried a club in his hand, which he pointed in her direction.
- What are you doing here? The club turned towards the butler. - What happened to you to let her in?
Gisele was used to running after men just to be present, then the game reversed, they practically crawled for her, but not that proud and crazy Baron, the guy was willing to stay as far away as possible, it was obvious, for this, her indignation was greater.
- We cannot leave visitors at the gate, and against etiquette, Sir. Blackcastle, besides, I thought you would want to enjoy tea on the veranda on this pleasant afternoon!
Pottes replied unwavering, his boss looked at Gisele, lowering the bat, assessing her from head to toe, the expression still serious on her face, but there was a different intensity in her blue eyes.
- What were you playing? - Gisele asked trying to break the ice.
- I asked a question before. - James said narrowing his eyes.
- If you'll excuse me, I'll send Lucifer to be collected!
The butler tried to cut short to cle
arly slip away, but stopped when James gave him a hard look.
- Who is Lucifer?
Gisele asked, because she was really curious, Pottes looked at her with a smile.
- It's the horse and I was playing polo! - James replied in a sullen tone. - Now you can go, I answered your questions. Pottes lead Miss. Linsey and then Lucifer, and there will be no tea!
James wanted to hit Pottes on the head with the bat for putting him in front of that delicious woman ... He grunted up the stairs and past her, trying to avoid the urge to put his hands on her, do things he hadn't done in a while long time.
- I am not a horse to be led your asshole!
He stopped halfway and then looked up, staring at her, his blue gaze inflamed by the insult.
"You little bitch, five damn days is all I can keep you away from?"
Gisele noticed how Pottes snuck away taking advantage of the Baron's distraction, he was happy with that, so he focused his attention only on the guy who was almost vociferating.
- So you were in touch? - The onslaught took him by surprise.
- How did you get here?
- If you find everything on the internet, then just ask to enter.
- Well remembered, I will have to give your name on the list of people barred.
- Pig! He pursed his lips. - I missed your bad sense of humor!
- Did you just come to insult me? - He said, annoyed.
- No, I came to pick you up for the dinner you promised me, I'm leaving London at the end of the week. - Her smile was malicious. - Your dream of getting rid of me will come true.
- Too bad not so fast ...
The Baron disguised the pang of dissatisfaction he felt when he learned that she was going to disappear. Today he knew everything about the woman, the report that Pottes made was complete, there were no loopholes, Gisele really told him the whole truth, but now she would be gone on her vacation trip, she would be out of his way, there would be no more of his presence urging him to do things he couldn't do, yet deep down that perspective irritated him, not having her around.
- Stop playing the idiot and get dressed, as you will take me to dinner, he promised.
Gisele approached him, watching his posture harden, becoming more alert, a smile played on his lips.
- I don't like being defined by me, so forget about dinner today!
His voice had that uncompromising and bossy air that Gisele already knew, but it didn't dissuade her, in fact, she did the exact opposite. She came even closer and took his hand, on the stick, until she lifted it out of its power and observed the object.
- I was always curious to see a game and learn, do you think I could do it?
The way his small hands slid over the club made James swallow, imagining what it would be like to feel the softness of that touch in himself, in the most specific part of his male anatomy. Hell, horrible hell ... He coughed and then took the object out of her hands before he went crazy.
- Go away your stubborn imp! - Gisele laughed at the new nickname.
- I love the loving way you call me. - She hugged him around the waist before he ran away. - Stop being cool and have dinner with me!
The new story of leaving London was just another ruse, in the end he already had a plan, but another one before, because he had the intention of having dinner with the Baron, but who would be the main course would be himself. That was why there was so much effort to make him accept, hugging him, kissing his neck, feeling the man's breathing change, he knew that if he pressed a little he would give him what he wanted in order to get rid of, the poor thing I just didn't know it would ever work.
- Gisele...
He warned her, but deep down, he warned himself. The warm, feminine, rose-scented body was so tempting in the face of its weakened resistance, the Baron barely knew how to breathe.
"James ..." Gisele whispered, stretching, wrapping his shoulders. - James ...
She whispered again, now in his ear, nibbling on his lobe. Primitive instinct popped inside the Baron, loving hearing his name on her lips. He wanted to throw her on that ladder and tear that clothes off, then put her on all fours, take her body until they were both exhausted, until she was all his, but it wasn't going to happen. James pushed her away, cursing, putting distance between them.
- Whatever, wait for me to take a shower at least, what the hell. - He didn't look at her. - Pottes!
The Baron screamed, turning away, heading into the mansion. Gisele bit her lip with a winning smile, because that night was going to be special, it was the day to make James Watts lose any control and finally put him at his feet, or rather, in his bed.
Chapter 06
Gisele had been taken to the "Red Room" which did not disappoint, as it was red ... with austere and luxurious furniture, the paintings on the wall were from the 17th century, as well as some statues which she had to observe more closely, enchanted , were magnificent pieces and certainly very rare. Sipping tea, brought by a maid, she leaned over, watching a porcelain vase with a delicate painting, which could only have been done by hand, in white and blue, which formed intricate arches, until it became a dragon, it was magnificent and she had no doubt it was from[12]Ming Dynasty, it should be worth millions.
- Sir. Blackcastle says it's a dull vase!
She was taken aback by the voice of Pottes she found discreetly in the room. Gisele smiled, drinking more tea, saving more time, when she spoke she was totally contained.
- It seems like something typical of him to say. I think it's beautiful, is it from the Ming Dynasty?
- Yes, are you an art lover?
A smile spread across her lips, she was fond of art because she studied, not because she loved art, but for the simple reason that no dumb thief had ever achieved anything, so at that moment she appreciated the exquisite pieces like that, but her mind always wondering how much I could earn from them.
- A lot, I work with that, I'm a restorer.
- A woman of good taste then ...
- I try to be ... - He smiled and went to the middle of the room, leaving the cup on the coffee table. - The tea is wonderful, you must say, I am not so adept!
Pottes seemed very pleased and Gisele realized that the man liked to have his work flattered, or indeed, recognized.
- If you visit Stony Black mansion more I could convert you into an excellent tea drinker!
There was an innate wit, but a solicitude that was comforting in his way, and if he was in another situation, where he didn't have to step on eggs and measure himself, Gisele would like to have a frank conversation with the guy.
- I think the Baron would not be very happy, in fact, he is quite capable of kicking me out of here!
- Why would I have to spend my kicks?
The man's voice came from the hall, Pottes took a step to the side, then the tall figure of James took over the entire entrance, wearing a dark blue suit, without a tie, with black Italian shoes. His beard had been trimmed, as he looked shorter, his hair combed back in its usual order as if it never left where he wanted. The Baron was so beautiful an affront.
- I think I'll put you at a disadvantage here! - She smiled. - The matter is between me and Pottes!
- May God protect me! - James exclaimed affected.
- I must call Bartor, Sir. Blackcastle? Asked Pottes.
- No, I'll drive. - The Baron said staring at Gisele. - Come on, I'm hungry!
He didn't even wait for Gisele to turn around and leave. Pottes hurried to go after her, saying that she would quickly bring her purse and coat, she forced herself to follow the temperamental Baron. He followed a long corridor to what looked like an elevator, which he had the decency to hold, when she entered she looked at the man without disguising it.
- You need to improve your manners ...
His expression was between the usual bad mood and boredom, but the tension in his shoulders said that deep down the Baron was only on the defensive.
- I'm sorry, I'm thirty, if until today I haven't improved, it won'
t improve anymore!
The elevator doors opened and he jumped out as if he had fire on his heels, Gisele rolled her eyes, but followed him again and before she could register she saw Pottes emerging from an adjacent door with his things, she was mortally interested to know about those secrets of the house, which should probably be full of secret doors.
- MS. Linsey, here are your belongings, it was a pleasure to welcome you! - She smiled and picked up her things.
- It was my pleasure, thanks for everything.
- Available! - He waved Pottes politely.
- Should I get a cup of tea for the two comadres?
James spoke as he tapped his foot impatiently, Gisele registered the smile widening from the butler, but he said goodbye and then left the elevator. Soon she could turn her attention to the space she occupied, it was a garage, of course it was full of beautiful cars, there must have been eleven of them, spread out on each side of the well-lit shed.
- Showing off Baron? - She waved the vehicles, the guy shrugged.
- Not even a little...
James approached [13]Aston Martin V8 Vantage silver and got in, Gisele didn't even wait for it to open, she went in after searching the vehicle without being able to hide her admiration, because she loved cars, that was a truth.
- A beautiful Blackcastle machine! - he praised.
- Do you happen to understand anything?
He started the vehicle, giving her a funny look, which she struck back, dropping her bag on the floor next to her coat.
- I think even more than you.
The Baron smirked and then sped out of the garage quickly. The roar of the engine made Gisele excited and thinking about how good it would be to drive.
- Put on the belt, it's enough to have been run over. - His look was a little dark for his tone of voice. - We will not give luck to bad luck!
- I was distracted that day ...
He commented innocently, he didn't care, just pursed his lips softly, stopping just to open the gate and then finally speeding up the little busy street.
- Where do you want to go?
- You shouldn't ask me that question, I don't even live in London, you should suggest me!