His innocent vixen

Fathers word is the only word

Edited

" Yes father!" I call back. I knew I ought to have someone with me whilst I talked to Kilian. It wasn't okay in society's eyes, to be away in a hidden place with a man. Most often than not women and men would make up rumours to spoil other reputations, just to climb up the social scale. Everyone wanted some hot gossip.

" Emilia wait I-" Kilian tried to grab my arm as I turned to leave the maze. " Killian I ought to go. You shouldn't have followed me." I uttered as I took my arm from his soft grip. I didn't look back at him, I just walked.

As I reached the entrance of the maze my father shook his head and grabbed my arm gently. " Emilia you know you mustn't be alone with men you aren't married too. Imagine if your mother had seen. She would've lost her head." He whispered as he took be back to the main house.

As I passed the lonely bench surrounded by white lilies, I couldn't help but recall what had happened only hours ago. My second heartbreak I didn't know If I could take another.

My eyes welled up, but I rather quickly took the tears back in. Mother always said crying was for weaklings and the last thing I'd do is let her see me cry or even show any sign of a tear. I wouldn't give her the ammunition she craved to shoot me with.

I held onto the diamond necklace that Dean had gifted me a few months ago. She remembered the day so vividly. Dean had come over for a family dinner and he had gifted it with the promise of loving me till his very last days. My father was so proud that night it was all he would talk about. One lone tear slid down my cheek and I quickly wiped. What use were those memories if they only brought pain.

I walked into my home and watched as my mother and Kilian's mother spoke. They were like two peas in a pod, despite Kilian's mother despising my very existence.

" They are quite the pair aren't they." I gasped softly as I felt cool air brush against my neck Kilian spoke. " Yes, they are." I dryly replied as I moved from him. He had a habit of being too close. One that I could live without.

I looked over at Kilian and I couldn't help but feel my heart beat a little faster. He had been my first love and deep down somewhere that love for him would be there. But he was different now. It wasn't him. It was someone else in the empty shell that stood before me. Even though I knew that only an empty shell of a person I once knew stood before me I couldn't help but want him. Maybe not for the man he was now or the seventeen-year-old boy at the ball, but for the boy I had first met on that very first picnic.

I was on fire. Not just on my skin but deep inside me like a 3rd degree burn. I yearned to be touched to be loved, controlled by him. My fire could only be quenched by the one I subconsciously desired. A virgin. Physically that was. I had a soft exterior, but my interior was filled with lust and sin. What I craved, what I begged for so silently with my eyes was for him. Yes HIM. To quench the fire that burned every forest it could find.

I was knocked out of my thoughts as the doorbell rang. The maid scurried to the front door and seconds later walked in with a very well-groomed Mr Dumont. You knew it was utterly serious when Mr Dumont showed up. His silver fox grey hair, piercing blue eyes a and charming French looks would leave any respectable women weak. I saw then where Kilian had gotten his dangerously appealing look. I'd only ever once seen Mr Dumont and that was at my family's annual ball.

Mr Dumont went around greeting everyone. At last he had gotten to me. He smiled with his kind eyes and held my hands. " And you must be Emilia. My beautiful future daughter in law huh." Hearing Mr Dumont say it had made it feel real. If such a serious man like Mr Dumont was comfortable with the arrangement it was happening either I believe it or not.

" I-i have to go." I stutter out as I run up the staircase and up to my chambers. These last few days were the last time I'd be Solely alone in this room ever again. I was to be wed soon and to a stranger. I knew my father only agreed to this because he was madly in love with my mother. And that was something I wouldn't dare change. At least one of us had to feel love.