Sweet temptation

The sun was up when Emelia heard a low pounding on the door. She jumped to her feet, carefully taking out the parcel that had been delivered the night before and pouring its contents on the bed. One last look, and she smiled with satisfaction. Just as her hands touched the doorknob, cold hands dragged her from the door, pushing her hard against the wall. Emelia winced, her vision blurred for a second.

"What is it with you brothers slamming me so hard on the wall?" She frowned, but the man before her wasn't paying attention to her complaints. His cold lips settled on her neck sensually, sulking onto her skin. 

"Hey... we agreed about nooo... ahh." Emelia moaned, trying hard to push the man away, but he was too big and powerful for her.

 For some reason, her body was reacting differently from her mind. She was screaming to push him away, but her mind was the only path for her with logical reasoning. Her hands carefully wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer. Her lips slightly parted, eagerly waiting for more as her body eagerly anticipated his hands all over her bare curves. 

"Done." He suddenly pulled away, ruffling her hair. Emelia took a few minutes to understand what had just happened.

 "Can you at least give me a heads-up before you do that?" She frowns, trying to cover the red spot on her, but he grabs hold of the veil. 

"It will be mine eventually… Why the need for public display?" Emelia could not reply when her body felt a thousand and one reasons to stay close to the man before her, yet her mind screamed to stay away. He was saying something else, but his hand still held the veil. Emilia tried reaching out for it, but the knocking grew increasingly disturbing.

 "Take care of this," he said before disappearing into the bathroom. Emelia tried to fix herself up as much as possible before opening up. The servants quickly got in, and a new sheet was replaced. She stood by the side watching them go about their duties, and in no time, they were gone. She walked over to the door, taking hold of the knob, but then she felt something.

 "I see you gave it to him," an arrogant voice resounded through the hall. Emelia did not like the voice's owner; even in her sleep, she would recognize who it belonged to. 

"Why are you here?" she asked, folding her hands over her dress and ensuring the mark on her neck displayed properly. 

"Aren't you a slut? How can you be fated to another and marry his brother?" Emilia was not in for so much in just one day. 

"Clair, did you come to lecture me, or are you jealous I got to marry the man of my dreams?" 

"Man of your dreams?" Clair Anderson sneered. 

"Last I knew, you ran all over this pack with Mark. He is your fated mate, and you have been obsessed with him for years… So, since when did Frederick Camfrey become the man of your dreams?" 

"Since he bent me over his desk and fucked me like a real man," Emelia did not want to stand and argue with Clair, but since she came all the way looking for it, she was more than obliged to be her fairy godmother and grant her the wish she so much begged for. She could see the discomfort in Claire's eyes. They both know Mark is not a keeper; at least she has gotten the chance to escape, but Emilia couldn't say the same about her mate's first love. 

"Clair, as you said, his stigma is indeed great, but who wants a man in bed when they can get a beast?" 

"You're despicable," Clair yelled, hovering her hands over her ears. She had come all the way, accompanying Luna and a few others, to get the sheets and see the miserable state of Emelia, and not to hear her rant about how perfect her new marriage and sex life are unfolding. 

"What's the problem, Ms. Anderson? I thought you wanted to know all about how good Fredrick Camfrey is in bed, and that's just what I said... and for the record, we are just getting started." Emelia watched the retreating figure storm her way out.

 "Now I see why Mark doesn't love you … The real thing is what he desires." Emelia held on to the door, Claire's retreating words replaying in her head. 

"Indeed, he may never love me, but I certainly will never love him again," she sneers. Mark was not only a past she was willing to forget, but having his mistress in her face at all times was enough to prove she made the right decision. She quickly ran to the balcony just in time to see Claire enter the car. 

Their eye-digging stares on her body were too much to handle. She knew not all were happy with her, but at this point, she cared less. She wanted nothing but to be satisfied. Watching the cars drive away from the big mansion, she sighed, heading back into the room and picking up what was left of hers before dashing away into the next room.

 "Finally, all alone," she sighed, letting her back fall on the soft mattress. Clair had not been alone; Luna had made her way into the dark mansion, but just like the rumor said, she didn't grace the presence of her son, nor did she come up to check on him. Emelia did not find it surprising; everyone knew she had a favorite, and Fredrick Camfrey had always been an outcast in his family. 

She felt bad for him, but now they were in the same boat. The nasty stares a while ago were enough evidence to conclude that she had just made her way into the unfavored side of the family. Emelia shut her eyes tight, inhaling as much air as she could. Still, the ache in her chest lingered longer than she wanted to admit

"This is happening," she murmurs. 

"It is about time I show them I was the best he would never have."