Family Breakfast

Christian continued to kiss me, even after he got fully dressed. 

After a few minutes, I finally pushed him away.

"You need to go before the servants come. We can't be caught!" I said, looking down at the clock.

Christian leaned in for one final kiss. It was deep, passionate, and filled with reluctance to leave. 

He finally stood up and made his way to the bedroom door.

"I'll see you at breakfast, beautiful. Oh, and sorry about the marks in advance", he flashed a cheeky smile before stealthily sneaking into the hallway.

Marks?

I quickly stood up, but before I could take a single step forward, I felt my legs buckle beneath me, causing me to fall to the ground. 

"Ouch!" I winced at the pain from falling over.

I ordered my legs to stand up, but they were so shaky that I wasn't sure if I would make it to the bathroom. 

"This is probably why Christian apologized", I sighed.

After sitting on the cold floor for a few minutes, I gathered all of my strength and somehow managed to wobble over to the bathroom, using the walls and counters to support myself. 

Instead of getting into the shower, I decided to run a bath because I knew that standing in a wet, slippery shower would be too dangerous for me. 

Kneeling beside my large claw-foot bathtub, I waited for it to fill while I wondered how I would be able to see Christian again.

Well, now that he's engaged to Morgan, he'll be coming over more often, right?

I swirled my finger in the hot water while being lost in thought. A part of me felt a little sad that he had to go.

Get a grip, Leslie, you're only doing this to get back at Morgan...

Shaking my head, I finally stood up and got into the bathtub. The hot water felt amazing on my sore muscles.

"Sex is quite the workout", I mumbled, leaning back into the tub.

Before I could fully enjoy the bath, I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

"Second Miss, breakfast will be held in thirty minutes," one of the maids informed me.

"I'll be there, thank you", I called out from the bath.

I was only just starting to enjoy the bath, too.

Due to the time crunch, I had to cut my soak short and quickly focused on washing my body and hair before rinsing off. The moment I stepped in front of the bathroom mirror, I gasped!

My entire chest area, starting from my collarbone to my thighs, was covered in small red marks. It looked as if I was attacked by a swarm of bees or mosquitoes!

I ran my fingers over some of the marks, my face flushing in the process. These were all of the areas where Christian kissed me throughout the night.

Looks like I'll need to dress accordingly.

I couldn't help but flash a small smile as I spun my body to look at all the little marks.

-

Before getting dressed, I quickly walked over to the bed to clean up any signs of what had transpired in this room last night. 

I stripped the bedsheets and placed them in the hamper, and walked over to my dressing table to find a small bottle of perfume. 

The small glass bottle in my hand was a designer perfume that cost thousands of dollars, but I didn't care. I quickly slammed the bottle against the table, cracking it open, before I poured its contents onto my dirty bedding in the hamper. 

Immediately, the strong scent of lilac and citrus spread throughout the room, overpowering every other scent. 

It was so strong that I had to quickly open the window to let my room air out before I suffocated in the scent. 

"I need to get dressed quickly and get out of here", I said, walking over to my closet.

The dress I chose was very modest, long-sleeved, with a high neckline that covered my collarbone. It had a yellow and white pinstripe design and was just under the knee in length. 

I knew that my mother would approve, finding it very appropriate for a breakfast setting. There wasn't any time to do anything elaborate with my hair, so I simply styled it into a high ponytail, making sure there weren't any marks on my neck.

"Good enough", I said and quickly left to make my way over to the dining room before I was deemed late.

-

As expected, I was the last one to arrive. 

"Ah, Leslie, you're here. I was just about to send someone to check on you", my mother said.

I curtsied, greeting my parents. "Forgive me, I had a small issue with a broken perfume bottle."

My mother nodded, accepting my reason, and motioned for me to take a seat at the table. As soon as I sat down, I quickly felt someone looking at me. 

I didn't even need to look up to know who it was, but I looked up anyway, meeting Christian's blue eyes.

He flashed me the faintest of smiles, almost indistinguishable from his usual neutral expression, but I still noticed it. 

Morgan sat down beside me and leaned over to block my view of Christian. Her movements were so comical to me now that I almost laughed out loud.

If only you knew how much of me Christian already saw.

"So, Christian, how did you sleep? I hope your accommodations here were to your liking", my father spoke up.

Christian placed the glass of water on the table and smiled brightly, "I haven't had such a wonderful night in my entire life. Your Moresi hospitality is second to none."

My father let out a hearty laugh, happy at Christian's high praises, but only I knew what he was referring to. 

Morgan beamed, "If you like it here that much, then please stay over more often!" Then she turned to face our father, "Right, father?"

"Yes! What a perfect idea. You're practically part of the family already! You know what, I'll have a room set up specifically for you. Please treat this place as your second home and visit whenever you like!" my father said.

Christian smiled and nodded, "Thank you for such a generous offer. I'll gladly accept such a generous offer. This way, I could spend more time with your daughter."

I nearly spat my drink out! 

Christian looked over at me with a wide grin before passing me a napkin. 

"Thank you", I squeaked, accepting the napkin. 

Morgan rolled her eyes at me. "Don't mind her. She's probably just jealous of your devotion to me", she said to Christian while flapping her eyelashes.

"Morgan", my mother warned before turning to Christian. "Don't listen to her silliness, Leslie is a quiet and obedient girl, she's just not yet aware of how relationships between men and women work."

Christian's smile widened as he looked at me, "Don't worry, Madame, just by looking at her, I can tell that she's very obedient."

My mind flashed to when Christian ordered me to watch as he inserted his cock inside of me.

This is what he means by obedient.

I quickly lowered my head, avoiding eye contact with Christian. My face was already heating up, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to keep my composure if I saw a smirk on his face.