No Ordinary Gentleman by Donna Alam

Author:Donna Alam [Alam, Donna]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-10-18T16:00:00+00:00

26

Alexander

I’d woken this morning with a jerk, my heart in my mouth. Light streamed in through the open drapes and, I’d thought for a moment, I’d dreamed it all. Dreamed about her splayed out on the desk. Imagined her here in my bed. But as my heart had begun to settle into a steady rhythm, the evidence of last night being real began to sink in.

The way my abs felt like I’d spent the night doing crunches.

The way the duvet lay barely on the bed.

The detritus of my clothing scattered across the floor.

The smell of her perfume and the unmistakable aroma of a night spent fucking.

It was real. So very real, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.

The only downside I could see was the fact that Holland wasn’t with me.

So, I’d shot out of bed, the sheets parachuting behind me as I’d made my way for the quickest shower imaginable, determined to find her this morning. Determined that we come to some kind of understanding of where each of us stood.

Next to each other, preferably. For as long as we both can stand it. If last night did anything for me, anything that is apart from reminding me I need to incorporate more abs-centric exercises into my workout, it was to prove that I can’t stay away from her. Hopefully, she feels the same way.

I’d headed for the main kitchen, gathering from Archie that she could sometime be found down there. She wasn’t there, though Chrissy was, but I was in no mood for a scolding or an interrogation. I’d promised I’d return later for the former, once I’d done what needed to be done. As for the latter, no one interrogates a duke, not even the woman who had a hand in raising him, no matter how I might’ve suggested I’d stand for it last night. My efforts frustrated, and given I had no idea where Holland might be or what room she might be staying in, I’d decided to try the kitchen in the family apartments.

“There’s only porridge or toast to eat in here,” my sister says coolly, falling into step with me. For much of our childhood, Isla was the taller of us. My father used to delight in saying she’d stolen the nutrients from our mother’s body, leaving me the weaker of the two. He’d taunted that she should be the duke, and I’m sure in many ways that might be true. But that’s not how inheritance laws work. Besides, I’m sure she’s much happier without the Dalforth millstone around her neck. As it was, our father changed his tune the year I turned sixteen, and I grew to tower over her. And him. But I got to disappoint him in lots of other ways, thankfully.

“I’m not hungry,” I reply. “I just need coffee.”

Breakfast this morning will be served in the dining room, as always after a formal dinner with guests. But I’m not ready to face the horde and their speculative looks, not that I particularly care what they think or feel the need to explain myself.

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