Morning Hunger

Beatrice bit her lips, as she yawned.

It was already morning and she was still in the Lord's room.

Although the Lord had gone out ever since midnight, she didn't even know where he went to..not that she cared.

He was something she needed to forget about.

Biting her lips, a knock came on the door and she sat up, the duvet pushing up to reveal her nightie.

A maid walked in after she hummed.

"Hmm, Lola." She called.

"Good morning Milady, the Lord asked me to take care of your bath for the morning." The maid said, and she nodded.

Seeing the look on Beatrice, the maid spoke.

"Should I heat the water Milady?"

"No, I'll take my bath now.I don't want to be seen walking out of the Lord's room lest people say I'm flocking around the Lord." Beatrice said, to have the maid giggle.

"Not that they world mind Milady."

"Why wouldn't the mind, not everyone is minding their business when it comes to people's deeds, Lola."

"You're right Milady, some people would not," Lola said.

"But isn't it the same thing Milady," Lola said sheepishly.

"Ha, see..even you too Lola, you're not minding your business," Beatrice said to have the maid laugh.

Walking into the bathroom.

"So tell me Milady, did you and uhm, you and the Lord do the deed?" The maid asked, smiling at her.

Beatrice blinked her eyes.

She didn't know the maid was worst than the people she was even talking about.

"We didn't do anything Lola." She frowned, and the maid nodded smiling.

"Get going Lola." The voice was calm, and the two women in the room stood stilled.

"Lord Wolfarine " Beatrice gasped.

What the hell was he doing here? Didn't he see that she was only in a nightie?

Her hand impulsively went to her front and she covered herself.

Lola bowed and left the room, not after giving her another smile that looked like she knew something.

Beatrice frowned.

Now the girl would think that something happened.

She could still recall everything well.

Flashback°°

Lord Wolfarine moved closer his face an inch from her and she moved back, till her head hit the headboard and there was nowhere else to go.

She reached for him with her hand and placed it on his chest.

"Milord?"

"Hmm, like you said Beatrice..no one will see." It was a gentle whisper and she swallowed.

She didn't know the Lord could be this gentle.

This was the same man they said could kill without remorse and watch people gnash their teeth while dying.

Before she could know it, her back was on the bed, and her eyes facing the ceiling.

He smirked at her and she gasped, as his hand lingered on her fingers, trailing each of them slowly up to her hand before going back.

She was already losing her breath and he was doing this to her.

She didn't even know if hitting the man was necessary.

He was the Lord of Viscoria and she was a Cold-blooded Vampire with no super strength, just a little power that could not even be compared to the one he possessed.

She closed her eyes, seeing that his face was moving closer to hers.

Her brows knitted to the one grimace and her eyes tightly closed.

And then he pinched her cheek and chuckled.

"Hmm, what did you think would have happened Beatrice?" He asked, and she opened her eyes.

"Huh?"

"Mi..Mi.Lord." She stuttered, and he shook his head before getting up from the bed.

"What did you think would happen Beatrice?"

"I didn't think about anything Lord Wolfarine." She said and he nodded.

"It is the first time I've heard you address me by my name so many times Beatrice."

"It is not your name Milord, but your title."

The Lord nodded and grabbed his robe.

Putting it over his body, he walked out of the room.

Present••

Beatrice watched the Lord walk to her in heavy strides.

"Milord?'

"Huh, Beatrice?" The Lord arched his brows and watched her blink her eyes.

"I want to take my bath Lord Wolfarine, can you please excuse me," Beatrice said calmly.

"Hmm, I can heat your bath for you and help you sponge your body while you still have the clothe on Beatrice, let not your mind go wild."

Beatrice didn't know what to do.

The man was quite the talker and she didn't like it.

He looked so calm, and at ease while he made such crude words that would make a woman go wild but thankfully she was not that kind of woman.

Shaking her head, she wore her slippers and headed for the door.

"I would go to my room and take my bath Milord, the ladies would not be up by now," Beatrice said and the Lord nodded with a smile.

Beatrice never knew that leaving would not even be a problem, she would've left ever since he came in.

The Lord of Viscoria sighed, as he watched her leave the bathroom.

When he had left her alone at night, it was to cool his system.

He had never felt such hunger before in his life.

His body had been so heated and if he had not left, he was not sure he would have controlled himself.

He knew what she was going to face outside the walls of his room.

When he had come back home, he had seen the woman out looking for her.

He chuckled as he rubbed his forehead, using his other hand to press and turn the bull's head for the water to come out.

He needed a cold bath, one that would calm all his nerves and all.

Taking off his clothe and dropping himself into the water, he sighed..as his lower self began to come back to life.

If this was how he was going to continue, it would not end well with him.

He had to make a decision!

TBC