My Charming Player

1.My Charming Player

But the cold voice of Olivia woke me from my dream and took me back to reality.

"Honey, we need to go home to dress for the dinner." I looked into her eyes and nodded.

She grabbed me by the hand and all people, already left the site progressed, as I got into the carriage.

Once inside, I watched the bustle of the streets, movement, life ...What I expected from life?With a slight sigh I resigned myself to thinking and did my best to leave my mind blank.

Now I had the worst of the day.Funeral dinner, where millions of people who I had not seen in my life would give their condolences and would be grateful, as if something really matters to me.

My only consolation would be to actually attend James Mallory and I devote some of their precious time to me, little Jean.

With a slight break, the coach stood up and I took the steps careful not to trip over.I went home and gave my cloak to Claire, my maid since we were small.She Was a year younger than me and had always been very close, relationship that Olivia looked with disfavor.

"Get up and change and down in half an hour, people will start arriving and you have to be ready to greet them’’-I climbed the steps resigned, without saying a word about it and walked down the hall to my room.I jumped into bed and hid my head under the pillow.Which I did from childhood when I was scared.

The door opened and Claire shook me.

"Miss Grayson, come on, I'll help you dress.

- I will not attend dinner!I'll stay in my room! "She grabbed my shoulder, giving me back.

"Do not talk nonsense, you know how Olivia will do if you do not appear." I looked into her eyes and began to mourn.

‘’Claire ...you do not know how unhappy I am ...- again I had a face full of tears and I remembered the handkerchief.I didnt want Claire to see it.

"Everything will work out, calm down.-She turned around to put the cloak in the dressing room and I took the opportunity to keep the handkerchief in the drawer of my bedside table, next to my journal.When she turned around she showed me a black dress, elegant but sad.

I took off the other dress and Claire helped me dress in black.The corset squeezed me hard and I could not breathe.I felt like I was going to faint at any time.But I really did not know if it was the corset or because I was starting to hear the hum of people coming.I touched up the makeup which was ruined with the river of tears that had spilled from my eyes and got out slowly, hoping that the time pass quickly.

"Miss Grayson, my husband and I are so sorry.- Madame Fleur took her hand and her husband shook his head.

"Thanks for coming.-I looked to Olivia seeking approval and she nodded me, saying that I was doing well.

I had to do the same protocol with everyone who came.I had never seen the house so crowded and less, fill in a couple of hours at extreme speed.I started to see new faces, and all looked at me with sorrow and pity.

Between the corset tightened and that I had been quiet all night because I really did not know anyone, I felt lonely, sad and listless.I could not endure the company of people like that any minute.So I went to the closet that was the end of the hall and shut the door, leaning against the wall and fall to the ground with my eyes closed.

"In this house there is nowhere to breathe, uh?" I opened my eyes shot open and saw Mr. Mallory, with a bottle in his hand, of what seemed to be whiskey.

"So you have finally come ...- He tried a few steps towards me but staggered, so it was me who stood up.

"Yes, but I'm tired of the old parrots that try to mate with each of his single daughters." I took the bottle from his hand and took a long sip, until he took it from me.

Wishky felt like down my throat, burning my ducts.Yet felt a pleasant sensation in the head and a tingling in the cheeks that indicated that I would be a little happy soon.

I had never drunk, just once I found a glass half empty, and the next morning I could not move out of bed.Alcohol was not for me.

"You're too young for these things.And you have time to waste your life later, as I did. "I looked hard and I realized why everyone spoke of him.There could be no woman on earth to resist the charm of this man.

Breathing seduction by each of his pores and only by looking at him, you could be lost.

- Do you see something you like? "I turned my head away, blushing.I had stayed too long looking at him and he had realized.

"I'd better get going, sure there is someone else who wants to give me their condolences." I turned around and was ready to open the door when he took my hand, staying in front of me.

"Your are not going to cry anymore, alright?" I could feel his breath on my lips, and his scent mixed with snuff and alcohol in the environment, a very masculine scent.

"I'll do posible." I tried to separate myself but he took my arms tightly, preventing me to go.

"Miss Grayson,you have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen.-I did not looked away and smiled slightly.

"That's what you tell all your conquests, right?Is that what you say to seduce?

"My arms with women are more than compliments, and no, I say this because I really believe it.I am always honest and say what I think.-he came nearer to me.

"Now, what do you think?Lord Mallory., ‘’-his actions spoke for themselves.

James Mallory's hand rose to stroke my cheek and his mouth gently traveled the short distance separating it from mine.

When I felt his lips against mine, my heart was pounding and I closed my eyes, lost in the kiss.

When we got separated, I looked into his eyes.He glowed with intensity and that made him even more handsome.

Neither of us said anything.What was he supposed to say?James Mallory was a gentleman of twenty-two, who had seduced a young girl of fifteen, in the closet of her home, specifically in the funeral dinner for the death of his father.

-Excuse me.-and with that two words, Mr. Mallory broke with all those questions that I had been wondering.

I was there.In a closet, and my first kiss on the lips still wet.