This chapter is dedicated to Osonaike, thankyou for the support.
Recap
Candles were positioned, chairs aligned for incoming guests, and black cloths draped over furnishings, transforming the normally grandiose interior into a space of restrained sorrow.
Leaving the study.
His hand rested firmly yet gently on my lower back as we moved closer, guiding me toward the bedroom.
The door clicked softly behind us, sealing us in a private world, and then he stopped me with a hand on my shoulder.
Another hand traced lightly along my neck, pulling me forward, and his lips met mine. The warmth in my belly spread quickly, a fluttering, almost dizzying sensation.
He smiled after the kiss, that enigmatic, knowing smile that always left me wondering. For a moment, I thought I couldn't read him at all—there was a mystery in him that refused to unravel.
"Benjamin," I breathed, pulling slightly back. "What was that for?"
