Chapter 28: The Lady Romano!

Leslie's P.O.V.

Yeah.

We got Married, it was a Simple and small event, We decided to skip the whole honeymoon part. Especially since the press is finding it hard to accept the fact that am the new Lady Romano. I guess they aren't wrong either. I mean I was once branded as a social climber and me marrying the CEO of Boyce industries just proves that fact . After the wedding and reception, we are currently going back home.

The limo pulls up in front of a massive elegant building.

"Wren't we going back to your penthouse" I ask curiously, climbing out of the limo to look up in wonder. The whole place has this feel of serenity which is quite rare for a busy place like new York. I stare at the long colonnaded frontage and the perfect symmetry of the rows of tall windows, the vast land with a tranquil garden. Seems like some kind of fancy estate.

"I decided that since we're now a couple and with the baby coming along, a proper house with enough security like this is more befiting. Besides this place used to belong to my parents, they adore this Manor a whole lot before they decided to move abroad"He says witfully.

"Well it's a nice place, I can see why they fell in love with it. "I murmur admiring the atmosphere. With the birds chirping it sounds like song to my ears.

"I rush up the stone steps ahead of him, a newly found release of freedom. The air seems so different here"I thought.

I turned back to him, His bright blue eyes shoned so brightly dazzlingly and gilded by the sunlight, he then stares down at me and the hunger his looks incited In me surged up inside of me with a volcanic force. I gasps as he pulls me into his arms, one hand locking to the back of my head, his fingers meshing into my curls, as he devoures my soft, smiling mouth with his. Taken by complete surprise, I stiffened and then leant into the solid heat of him, the wild, ferociously sweet taste of his hunger melting me deep down inside to create a blossoming ache of need.

Distinctly dazed by the embrace, as I stumble free from his arms shaken by his kiss, and it seems it was all the encouragement he needed to sweep me up into his arms and carry me up the steps.

"Damien, please put me down"I murmur laughing out loud at this cheerful yet carefree side of him. To say that we made an entrance into the mansion is an understatement, for a group of goggle-eyed staff awaited us there trying so hard not to be caught staring and laughing at us

I slid down out of Damien's arms, flushed and embarrassed by his hot-headed behaviour but immediately soothed by the huge smiles that greeted us by the staff at our arrival. Our luggages were being brought in and I  accompanied Damien upstairs. Then it dawned on me, that seemingly spontaneous kiss had most probably been driven by Damien's desire to probably make us seem more like a loving couple.  Or it could be that he actually does see us as a normal couple, confusion and dread flashed through my mind. What kind of chess game are we playing, could it be the latter?

It probably could have just been a public statement, nothing more. That's probably what that kiss meant, I mean all through the wedding he acted a bit gruff and distant. He only laughed and smiled when he met my parents. At this acknowledgement, I scold myself for believing for one minute that he had simply succumbed to an overwhelming passion.

"He's probably as Confused as I am"I thought.

"I mean this past few weeks has been like a whirlwind, with the baby and the marriage with Damien. Seeing as things has gotten this far, I need to decide what to do next. With Vivian's appearance the other day both her words and actions made me rethink some of my decisions and my relationship with Damien.

The first-floor landing was  open-plan to the piano mobile, the main reception room according to a usual Palladian floor plan.

It's certainly a very grand and richly furnished space"I murmur as I stare . Indeed, My brain was already whirling with images of colourful frescoes, classic statues and more architectural detail than I could comfortably absorb in a short space of time. 'Do you use this as the main reception area?' I enquire Marvelling at how large and spacious it looked for just a reception hall, Wondering how one could spend so much money on decorating.

'During my parent's stay here, it was used for grand parties. I converted the rooms on the ground floor for normal life and to make it suitable for us to stay in. We could have held the wedding here but I wanted us to see this place together after it was renovated, it's a private property after all."He says as we followed one of the staff with the luggages through a classical double doorway into a simply vast bedroom.

It was only then that I realised that naturally we would be sharing a room and that my nights of solo privacy is at an end, but when I laid eyes on the huge canopied bed with its incredibly opulent crimson-and-gold brocaded drapes. The room itself looked like one of those beds from a Disney movie, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. As if it were not imposing enough, the bed sat on a dais. 'Please tell me I don't have to sleep in that monstrosity...'I laugh out

'I'll have you know that, that's a genuine antique piece right there. and probably the most expensive thing in this mansion,'He informs me with amusement lighting up his lean dark features. 'And it is very comfortable....

Do you want the official tour now or later?' He then enquires.

'Later would be fine,' I said. 'I'm a little tired. I'd like a shower and a nap.'

'Dinner's at eight then?,' he tells me casually before striding off.

"I sigh out in fustration, not trusting myself around him, I  need to pull back and wise up fast, or I might get too caught in this whole charade and become Vivian 2.0. her will to make Damien hers is quite scary and must have developed from her obsession over him, well I guess it not that hard to obsses over him. I mean have you seen the guy, he's like one of those handsome Greek Adonis and Gods . Damien slipped a ring in my finger to play a role: that of being his legitimate wife and keeping his child in proper care. "I thought with my hand gliding over the wedding ring. It is right of him to want to take responsibility but it's also not right if my feelings for him is one sided and things will always be incomplete since their seems to be no love yet between us.

The kiss between Damien and I , I know I shouldn't overthink it. He probably kissed me and carried me in like a bride just to save face right?, for goodness' sake! Such a public and exaggerated display of affection would not have occurred to him if he hadn't been faking it to make us seem more like a real couple. Real couples kissed and laughed and fooled around like that, but I definitely need to remember that we're not yet a real couple.

At least not yet!

I open a connecting door and found a bathroom, a gorgeous creation in Carrera marble with a copper bath catching the fading sunlight by the window. Dreamy, I thought, but too tired and ready for a bath and to savour its delights and scenery.

All my troubled thoughts are currently concentrated on Damien. The act of our little escapades has plunged us both into an arrangement that has gotten me into a no man's land of confusion"I thought to myself ruefully as I get into the shower.

"With all the sudden changes, I've now all of a sudden forgotten what to say or how to behave, around him. what was acceptable? And what's not!.

"Damn you Damien"I curse out stumping my feet. Was he expecting me to be all over him like a rash when everyone else is around? Or did the staff not really matter? Probably not.

"Chasing after him has only resulted me into becoming ....

"Pregnant Leslie!

And

"Confused Leslie!

But what are the odds?

Things must work out one way or the other.

The door opens and I froze, telling myself off for not locking the bathroom door getting ready to curl up in a heap on the shower floor. But then I notice Damien stepping in as he gave me a slow smile over the wall that separated the shower from the rest of the room.

'I decided that I needed a nap as well,' he says huskily, reaching down to pull up his T-shirt and haul it over his head, a truly spectacular network of muscles flexing to make that movement possible. My mouth went dry and I  knew that he had only been joking about the nap, the colour on my face heighten.

Damien is quite unpredictable, he blows hot sometimes and Cold. It doesn't really pay much to make assumptions about Damien. He has a side of him which is passionate , and he has shown from the onset that he desires and wants me from the first moment we met, and nobody has ever wanted me with such urgency or such passionate intensity.

Is it wrong to want to live in the moment? I watch the jeans drop, the classic V shape above his hip bones tightening as he got naked in record time. Sensation clenched low and tight in my pelvis and I was literally holding my breath, seeing Damien naked and aroused  confirms one thing. He's the kind of man that goes for what he wants, And yes, he definitely has more than a nap in mind.

He steps in with me, crowding my back against the tiled wall, hunger smouldering in his blue eyes, his body taut against my stomach, and I literally stopped breathing. wild heat grips my core as desire race through me.

His Long fingers pushed up my chin as he stares at me with a smoldering look saying. '"Are you too tired?'"

I tremble, words seems to fail me yet again. 'Er...,' I stutter barely able to catch my breath.

'Too sore?' he says huskily.

One of those tomato blushes grips me from head to toe and I shook my head in an urgent negative sign but even as I did so, I knew I was telling a partial lie. My body aches and is still tender from all the fuzzing at the wedding today. Especially when I had to put on one of those death traps called heels, I felt so relieved when  we were able to charge back at the hotel where the wedding was held before going home. It a wonder how my body feels this way no matter how fatigue I was, the inexplicably way my body now craves him is now on a higher level and being this close to him felt like a dangerous drug, with just one act of intimacy with him, his touch, his whispers, his kisses seems to smash all my defences, my inhibitions and my misgivings.

And yet, on another level, I'm now painfully aware that I want more from him than he probably could ever give me, and my insecurities lingered underneath.

It seems all Damien is interested in is exploring the mutual attraction between the both of us and my body, mind and soul don't object but a part of me wonders if he isn't feeling the magnetic mental pull, the attachment that was tugging at me so painfully, no matter how hard I tried to resist it.

'What's wrong?"He asks, as he breathes rawly, linking my arms round his neck as if I were a puppet and lifting me up against him, feeling the tension in my slender body, the little tremors running through me.

'Nothing,"I protest shakily, fighting that attack of guilty discomfiture, knowing it wasn't the same thing.

'That kiss...outside...it set me on fire,"He mutters thickly, nuzzling his shaven cheek against my throat, his freshly shaven skin abrading against my softer skin.

"I couldn't stay back. Not anymore, have been patient long enough the thought of you up here, getting naked in my shower is too tempting"He murmurs with such urgency in his voice.

"So I need to stay fully clothed at all times from now on?" I then teased with a little gurgle of laughter.

'No, I'd probably turn caveman and rip them off you!' He growls, sucking at the skin between my neck and my shoulder to send an arrow of fiery heat darting down to between my legs.

And as he lifted his wet head, his blue eyes molten with desire and framed with spiky dark lashes, my arms tightened round his neck and I kissed him. There was no yesterday, today or tomorrow in this hungry kiss we shared, no thought of any of that, no uncertainty. I simply couldn't go another moment without tasting that wide sensual mouth of his and I decided I wasn't going to beat myself up any more about what I couldn't resist.

"And damn it all, the one thing I can't resist is "Damien"!

With a stifled groan he braced me against the wall one the shower and then he bumps his brow against mine and said.

"We need to wash up the soap off you"He murmurs as his hands, begins a sinful ritual.

Just as he finished rinsing off the conditioner out of my hair. I gasp when a pair of his arms closed round me from behind and smoothed up slowly over my full breasts, fingertips lingering to pinch her already hardened sensitive nipples, reviving that hot liquid burn sensation at the heart of my core.

''You're unique and beautiful."He murmurs.

'Beautiful in every way,' He says, as his hands running all over my slippery body resting on the little baby bump then moving to find the most sensitive spot, his fingers teasing my clit dallying there until I bucked and gasped out loud.

He spun me round and lifted me again, his stunning eyes glittering like the cloud. He braced my back against the wall gently and sank into me with a guttural groan of satisfaction. I moaned and groaned caught in the web of excitement and pleasure, utterly left and abandoned to the surging sensation gripping my lower body. He continues to slam in to me, as each thrill of pleasure roll through me I then needed more and then more, and he gave it to me in spades,  until I reached a breathtaking climax of pleasure that wrung me out.

"Welcome home,"Cara"He then whispers close to my ears.

And then I thought about those words over dinner, all modest in a neat little dress at the beautifully candle lit dinner prepared by the staff as a welcome home celebration.

"Everything seems all surreal, and more unreal as time goes by. I have really fallen for Damien but dose he feel the same?

"Could this place really become a home for me?