Chapter 8
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He was tall she wasn't sure but 6'5 his black her fell in curls. His face was chiseled and his jaws stood out, skin tan from being under the son and hands that look like they had the experience of hard work. She could see his muscles bulging from his shirt and the sweat on his skin begging to be licked but oh! he was an arse, a demon who could not control his horse. The stinging look from her eyes must have turned his attention to hers and he stepped down from his horse, "Pardon me, ma'am, my horse has a mind of his own". God even his smile and voice caused shivers but her face was without emotion. Looking down at his outstretched hands she slapped it away and worked out. That voice sounded awfully familiar however, the scorching sun and her sore muscles frustrated every thought out of her head. Completely ignoring the stranger she staggered back to the mansion feeling his curious stare on her back.
"Where have you been?" the annoying voice of her stepsister welcomed her home.
" Why do you look like dirt" the Lady Winston added her shrill voice breaking through the air, "There's no time for you to change, get my shawl, Philip would be here any moment" she motioned with her hands. A few minutes later Mary strolled down the stairs hunched returning with the shawl that was grabbed from her hands when his voice rang out
"Mother". That voice sounded familiar… behold the demon who hit her with his horse straddled the same animal with a bright smile on his face. Now she knew why she never liked him, wickedness ran in his blood as well.
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Philip had never been so awestruck in his life, he gave his horse an extra apple for knocking her out if he didn't he wouldn't have seen her once again up close. She was beautiful. Yes, unkempt and malnourished but whoever she worked for was inhumane. Her golden locks ran down her back in thick curls and her chest was beautiful. Her lips red like cherry thick and stirred a feeling in his groins. He has never been so smitten even her glare was addictive. He would look for her once he was settled.
"Mother" he called once he caught a glimpse of his family while she stood quietly hands clasped and head held high.
"Oh Philip, I have missed you" his mother rained kisses on him immediately his feet touched the ground.
"Hello mother I missed you too" taking his sister who had become a lady in his hands and spinning her around, she blushed hard. There was little Michael the cook's son, taking out the golden compass in his pocket he handed it over while getting on his knees "Here buddy what I promised, I missed you". The boy held him in a crushing hug. Hugging the cook everyone he noticed the one lady he was curious about shifted away to avoid attention. This was not their first or second encounter, he knew she would not remember where they first met.
"Come, Philip dear let me show you your room" his mother led him away.
"Mother, who was the lady by the corner?"
"She's just a servant darling" Lady Winston answered.
So, she worked for his family, but why did she look so tattered? What were they not telling him? No servant in the Winston mansion looked as bad as she did.
"Oh, brother you have forgotten father's whore had a daughter? That was the very girl you saw" his sister chatted on with such gusto while Lady Winston gave her looks that could kill.
"Go freshen up son and come down for dinner, Mary will bring you towels"
Philip felt a headache coming, he did not like where this was going, coming home might have been a terrible mistake.
