Page 74 of Bound By Lust

“Why… that is Sir Lemont, and…”

“And what?”

“H-he’s the t-top candidate for my betrothal,” she reveals and my lips pop open at that as I look between the two. His eyes ain’t left my girl since he got off that damn stallion… and her… I know a smitten ass bitch when I see one, and Katrina ass is smitten like a mother fucker!

“Oh?! And how do you feel about that?” I ask, already knowing these two like each other real bad. Hell, I don’t even need to refer back to the book. I can see with my own two damn eyeballs!

“W-well… I uhm… I would like very much to be wedded to Sir Lemont, but… from my understanding, Sir Lemont has stated he’s uninterested in marrying little girls who have barely left their mothers teats,” she states, her face flaming. The fuck? I curl my lip, mean mugging the hell out of him.

But then I calm down a bit… well… Katrina is grown at eighteen… but Rose did say that Katrina is very much so childish in personality and looks based on her fashion senses.

It was hell going through her wardrobe when she tried to find something for me to wear. I kindly asked her to throw all that shit away, hell burn it even, since she looked so childish in it. Instead, today I have her out in a cute lil ol’ number I doctored up that I compliments her hips and ass without over doing it. I know this the damn olden times and shit, but I remember Rose Marie putting pictures in the book and saying this would be the fashion soon, so I’m just speeding up the process.

Now Katrina is showing a bit more titties and I did her makeup after her maid tried to have homegirl looking like the remix of Mary Poppins and Shirley Temple. I did her hair up in sexy ass pin curls, added a little blush to her lips, and added some eye liner to accentuate and draw the eyes... and I didn’t forget to add some pink rosey blush and perfume to her cleavage.

And from all the stares she and I have been getting, envious looks from the women and lustful and intriguing looks from the men, I can tell it’s working. However, it’s when Sir Lemont comes over and his eyes are locked on my friend that I see I made the right call.

“Good evening, Katrina… I barely recognized you while passing by. You have always been rather pretty, but today I must say you look rather… ravishing.” Oop… I glance at Katrina and she’s red like a tomato. Oh hell no! I can’t have her embarrassing herself in front of the nigga that clowned her.

“Hello, and you are?” I hold my hand out, and he finally acknowledges me.

“My apologies, young Miss. I am Sir Lemont, Captain of Duke Lienhart’s army.” Yassss Daddy Elios always got the baddies around him! But… Lemont… Lemont… why does that name sound familiar? And that’s when realization hits me… my throat closes in and my memories arise of me laying in bed with my plushie, reading the second book in the series, which starts with Elios going to the bar where he sees his old captain Lemont, who has now lost all vigor and zest for life and spends his time drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

My heart beats wildly as I recall reading the part in the book that begins with Elios patting Lemont’s shoulder.

{“You can come back to work for me… we n?—”

But Lemont shakes his hand off and bares straight white teeth at his old friend, despite the years of not taking care of himself.

“I would never work for the monster who murdered the woman I love in cold blood!”

“The woman you love?! You repeatedly denied her advances, publicly refused dances with her, stating she looked childish, and repeatedly refused to marry her when the Count practically begged on his knees with all the money in their coffers as her dowry! You cannot put this on me!”

“I…” Lemont pauses, looking for words. “I was foolish,” he cries. “I was foolish… Katrina… I’m sorry, please… if I had one more chance… please…” Elios just stands there, coldly watching his old friend bawl like a baby for a woman whose bones had long turned to ash. There’s no getting through to him, so Elios left, returning home to his own wife Ula, with a bitter taste in his mouth.}

I stare up at Lemont, awestruck… in the story, this man mourned Katrina like she was his religion. He was so pitiful… and now he stands before me. My heart races and it makes me feel like shit… that bitch Ula really ruined so many lives… but I’m going to fix it. I’m going to hook these two up! Let’s commence operation teach Katrina how to suck dick so she canget her a husband, some business that isn’t Ula, and keep her ass from dying! Then maybe I can also meet Elios again a?—

“Jessica!” I jump up, phone falling from my hands, and I see Frank standing there, looking like a full course meal.

I was honestly mad at him earlier for all the rumors and stuff, but after getting home and seeing his face full of such much joy at my open arms, my heart sputtered.

“Little Baby… I missed you.” He crawls into my arms and…good fucking God, he’s burning up!

“Frank! Baby, you’re running a fever!” I sit up and touch his forehead, and I damn near have to pull back from how hot he is. “Hell no, you need to go to the hospital.” I try to get up, but he keeps me down.

“No, I’m fine.”

“The hell you are! You’re burning up.”

“And I’ll be okay as long as you’re here with me.” He snuggles up on me and on God I want to push him off me… not because I don’t want him on me, but because I start sweating. I feel like I’ve got one big ass and heavy heating blanket on me, but I can do nothing about it, so I just bear with it and hold him even though I’m soooooo hot.

“Baby, are you su?—”

“I’m sure, Jessica… actually, I have an appointment Thursday. I think I’ll be gone until maybe Saturday,” he sighs as if it’s the worst thing in the world and to me it is because I’ll miss him, but he has to do what he has to do.

“What is it for?”

“My mother and father are taking my brothers and me somewhere for the weekend… b?—”

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