A MAZE OF GREED

After three days of the celebration, a person appeared in the residential building of 'the great manor'. The person closed the door of the chamber behind him, making sure to not create any noise to grab the attention of the other person, who had just stepped outside the bathroom after taking a bath.

A sweet fragrance of roses wafted throughout the chamber, and the person couldn't fight the urge to inhale it deeply. Another person was a woman. Her tall and slim frame was covered with a red coloured robe, that hugged her body perfectly. Her wavy nut-brown hairs were damp from the shower and were loose around her angular shoulders.

"You know that entering the private chamber of a woman without her permission is a boorish behaviour. And it is a crime when the woman belongs to the O'Dell family." She said by raising her arched brows.

The woman was yet to look behind to the uncalled company she was having. She acted indifferent as if she was oblivious to another presence in her chamber. The person thought that she was not alert. But there was nothing that she was not aware of.

The woman turned around and took a seat on the round stool in front of her vanity. She didn't bother to cover her half-naked body contrary to her image as a modest woman. The robe stuck to her wet skin in places, making her look more tempting.

The person bowed in front of her. "I apologise, milady. But I couldn't find another right time to come see you."

The woman gazed at the man in front of her by moving her eyes from his toes to head. The man was in his late forties. His sunflower blond coloured hairs were styled perfectly without a strand of hair out of place. His square jaw was covered with a full beard with moustaches. It was easy to say that he belonged to nobility by looking at his attire.

The woman hummed in response. "Hmm. So, what was that important that Mr Douglas Morgan couldn't wait till I come out of my chamber?" She asked while crossing her hands in front of her chest that made her full bosoms squeeze together, the balley between the two domes deepened.

Douglas's emerald eyes didn't miss the action as his eyes darkened by a shade. Douglas Morgan was a man with a clean reputation. He was not only a noble but was also an established businessman. He had to take responsibilities for his family business at a young age. His wife died about six years ago because of a severe disease. Even after pursuance of his family, he didn't marry again.

In the past few years, he lost many of his close family members to the journey after life. Since then, he engrossed in his work and was in an attempt to expand his business. He was also a close friend of Augustus O'Dell, and hence he was allowed to come to the manor anytime he pleases.

"If you don't have anything to say then excuse me. I have to get ready. My husband must be waiting for me." The woman said while standing up from her seat.

She ran her hand through her nut-brown hairs and drops of water fell on the rug on the ground. Even when she asked the man to leave, he stood rooted to his spot. He didn't turn his gaze when the woman pulled her hairs to one side of her bare shoulder. Her clear skin was on full display.

She narrowed her eyes and pressed her cupid bow's shape lips in a thin line. Douglas walked towards her slowly to stop right in front of her line of vision. His emerald eyes looked intently at the woman as she matched his gaze with her own.

"What if I say that your husband is not in the manor at this time?" He asked as his fingers ran on her high forehead then through her damp hairs, lightly tugging them.

"I don't have time for your games, Mr Morgan." The woman said confidently.

Morgan's hand lowered down while gliding from her ear to her slender neck. His fingers encircled her neck, and his thumb ran on her throat. His eyes didn't leave hers even for a moment.

"I like games, milady! And when the companion is you, it gives me another level of thrill!" His lowered voice fell on her ears. She gulped subtly as the air around them changed significantly.

"I can throw you behind the bars for this discourtesy, Mr Morgan." She challenged.

A sly smile crept on Douglas's face. He bent down to come to her eye level. "Has that threat worked on me before?" His other hand touched the soft skin of her naked shoulder.

"Stop with your actions. And tell me what do you want?" Her voice came strong, but Douglas knew her better than that. He didn't miss the slight breathiness at the end of her sentence when his hand slowly glided down from her shoulder to her waist.

A satisfied grin appeared on his face. "You want to know what I want?" He asked in a whisper.

The woman gulped again and nodded her head. Douglas's emerald eyes pierced through her hazel ones as he spoke while tightening his hold on her waist and the thumb on her throat pressed further into her skin when he pulled her close to him.

"I want you, Theodora!"

With that said, he captured her lips in his teeth, pressing them a little to create a mild pain to her. Theodora's hands found their way to his back as she pulled him close to her more if that was possible. Her eyes closed in the ecstasy that she felt with Douglas's touch.

Every thought about her status, family and the chance of getting caught flew out of the window when his tongue darted into her warm mouth. Desire took over both of their senses and a moan left her mouth. That sensual sound filled with sinful emotions aroused Douglas more as he put more pressure on her throat with his thumb while their lips moved in a rhythm.

Seconds passed and they pulled apart with ragged breaths to take a sufficient amount of oxygen into their systems. Both of their eyes were dilated as they gazed at each other intently.

"You have very evil ways to play your games, Mr Morgan!" Theodora breathed out, her eyes looked at him with deep desire.

Her face looked flushed and the tip of her nose turned pink. Douglas grinned in response. "And you love them!" He stated as a matter of factly.

His hand left her throat and glided down on her chest. He inserted his first finger inside her robe that was damp and came loose during their heated kiss. He was about to pull it away from her body when a knock disturbed their solitude.

"Lady Theodora, may I come in?" Theodora identified the voice of her servant Fannie.

Douglas didn't move nor any slight tension appeared on his face. He stood there with Theodora's half-naked body in his arms. He cocked his brow as if he was challenging her to say otherwise than his expectations.

"Don't disturb me for the next two hours, Fannie. I want some privacy."

Fannie knew the underlined meaning of her mistress's words. She left without any word while giving strict orders to the guards stationed outside Theodora's chamber to not let anyone disturb Theodora, not even Augustus was allowed to do it.

Douglas smiled at Theodora when she pulled his hand that was inside the front of her robe while taking the robe away too.

"That's better!" The words left Douglas's mouth as he hungrily took her stark naked body to her bed.

For the next two hours, only the sounds of pleasure resonated into the chamber but there was no one to listen to them.. And those who could, had to turn deaf.