The Lord Who Played [Flemington #2]

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XXXIII. Confession at its Worst

Darla breathed out as James' face was turned to the right. She slapped him! She slapped Lord James Flemington. It will be a disaster now.

"I guess I deserve that,"

"You deserve more than that, you scoundrel," Darla shouted as she was trying to move but at every turn, she could feel James inside her, filling her in and making her feel things that she never had before.

"You promised me that you will come back for me. You promised that you will make me your wife. You promised to always come back for me," Darla sobbed as her tears were running down her face. James turned to look at her as she was crying her heart out.

She was hurt. She was betrayed and she was no longer a virgin. Her reputation was tainted and it all thanks to one James Flemington.

"I don't even know why I hoped that you would love me as I love you," she said as she was closing her eyes and turned away from her promised lord. But it was all in vain when James gripped her chin and turned her face to stare at him.

"You love me?" he asked. Darla wanted to refuse but she was nodding her head. What good would it bring when it only brings pain and heartbreak? She thought before James caressed her cheeks and rubbed away her tears.

"I love you too, Darla darling,"

"Liar," she whispered as James leaned in, touching his forehead with hers as their hot breaths mingled.

"I told your father to break the engagement because it was planned by our parents. I want to ask for your hands in marriage myself and I want you to answer it for me. But I think I might have skipped that part," he said as he was wiggling against Darla. She gasped.

"And how do you know I would say yes to you after that stunt you pulled?" she asked before James smirked at her. Then, he leaned closer as their lips were inches apart.

"Because you allow me to be inside you," he said before James moved in and out of her core. Darla did not feel pain as she was gripping his shoulders. She was feeling the whole new sensation that was building inside her. She did not know what to do but to throw her head back and biting her lower lips.

"I love you, Darla. And I want you to be the mother of my children and my wife. I want you for the rest of my life," James panted as he was increasing the tempo. The water splashed around them before Darla was looking at him.

"And I want you, James. I love you and I don't think I could leave without you, my love," she said before something happened. Her core was moving involuntarily before Darla gasped. James grunted before she felt something slick inside her.

"Did you just—"

James smirked at her before pulling her for a kiss. "You know I did," he said before kissing her lips savagely as if he was afraid that Darla would disappear from his arms.

So much for taking vengeance on my mortal enemy, Darla mused as she responded to his kiss as a woman thirsted for water in a desert.


After that moment in the lake, James moved Darla to lay on the grass below the willow tree. There, they proceeded to make love as James was shedding Darla's gown and showed her one thousand and one way of being wicked.

Who knew married a rake would be so much fun between the sheets?

Darla laid her head against James' naked chest as the afternoon light was streaming between the leaves. She was making doodles on his chest with her fingers before Darla looked up to her lover/betrothed.

"So, what now?" she asked James as the young rake was smirking at her. He went to pull something out of his breeches before he produced a citrine ring. Darla gasped as she was looking at his face and the ring back and forth.

"Is that for—"

"I bought it after I saw you in Hamptor 6 years ago. I don't think it will come the day that I will show it to you and ask you directly for your hands in marriage. Hence," James cleared his throat as he was looking at Darla with all the love in his eyes.

"Lady Darla Lockwood, would you have the honor of being my wife for the rest of our lives together, no matter what happens between us?" James said as Darla was crying again. She was nodding at him before James chuckled softly and pulled her left hand to slip the ring on her ring finger. Darla reflexed her fingers as the lights were catching on the stone.

"It's...beautiful, James. Oh!"

"This citrine reminds me of your eyes whenever you look at me, even though it was hatred in them," he said before Darla arched her eyebrow at him. James laughed.

"And now?" she asked, leaning closer while James was tucking her blonde mane behind her ear.

"Now, all I see is love and it made me want to ravish you all over again," he whispered before Darla put her hand on his chest.

"Perhaps after the wedding," she said before she was straddling his laps. James chuckled softly.

"Are you sure you can wait that long, Darla darling? Surely you're not worried about your tainted reputation now," he said before Darla leaned and she smirked at her betrothed.

"Oh, I don't care about my reputation since it has been tainted by my own betrothed. I think the scandalmongers can go to hell with it," she said before Darla kissed her true love who started out as her enemy only to find that they were meant to be.


Lord Lockwood was sitting by the fire one afternoon as he was looking at the crackling logs burned in the fire. Then, his butler was coming to his side and brought a 'gram from his daughter, Lady Darla Lockwood, who was the headmistress of Lockwood Orphanage for Children.

"Thank you," the baron said as he tore the telegram and read it. Then, a smile was plastered to his lips as his lady wife, Lady Lockwood came into the library with a maid carrying a tray of hot tea and biscuits for the rainy season.

"Is something amusing you, my darling?" his wife asked before she took her seat next to him on the divan across the fire. The maid served their teas before she curtsied and left the couple alone.

"I think you would be smiling too if you read this," Lord Lockwood said before taking his tea and sipped it. Lady Lockwood read the 'gram stating that their daughter, Lady Darla Lockwood was engaged to James Flemington, Viscount of Kent, and will be planning their wedding in 2 weeks.

"Don't you think it was all too sudden?" his wife asked before the baron arched his eyebrow.

"How so?"

"Well, she is tainted now and if they waited any longer, the scandalmongers will be talking about them even more. You know how those things get to them." Lady Lockwood said before her husband was tucking her dark mane behind her ear.

"But of course, you forgot to mention the head of the scandalmongers is on our side. Surely this thing will die in a few days," he said as his wife leaned against him. He chuckled as he was stretching his long legs.

"Don't you think it was obvious that you were faking your illness? Darla knew that you were not having injuries in your legs," his wife stated before the baron shrugged.

"Whatever the case is, we have united our family and honored our friends' request. I guess that was the important thing, don't you think, my love?" Lord Lockwood stated before his wife rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you say, my darling, whatever you say," she said before the Baron and the Baroness of Cascadian were enjoying their warmth from the fireplace as well as the fact that their daughter will be married and be a respectable peer of the polite society.


Lady Ashley and William were visiting the Town Square as William was eager to meet this one blacksmith that went by Avery. He went inside the shop before his grandma was asking him to go with her to shop for fabrics.

William got away first as he was walking down the streets to the vendor.

The doorbell rang before Avery turned to look at Will. He smiled before Will came to greet him at the counter.

"So, I see that Robin is in the neighborhood now," Avery commented before Will was drumming his fingertips across the counter.

"Did any of my arrows were sold?" he asked before Avery laughed.

"That's what I like about you, Robin. You're straightforward and nothing escaped your observation," the blacksmith said as Will smiled.

"I take that as a compliment. So, did you sell it? Anyone interested in them?" he asked before Avery nodded.

"Aye, there is one archer that loved your design. She took it all,"


"You don't believe a woman can be a good archer?" Avery asked before Will shook his head.

"I have nothing against it. Just curious who she was. That's all," he said before Avery smirked.

"If you want to know about her, I can—"

"No, no!" Will said as he held up his hand. "I appreciate that you want to dim my curiosity but I don't want to be a gentleman that snooped around a lady's skirts. It will taint my reputation," Will said as Avery smiled.

"Good for you then," the blacksmith said before he produced 35 crowns to Will.

"This is not enough," he said as the blacksmith was rubbing his neck. Will narrowed his eyes at him.

"Avery, what did you do?" he asked calmly.

"Well...she sort of had a bargain with me and promised that she will bring more customers to me if I gave her discounts,"

"I told you specifically—"

"And she delivered. There are more customers I received as they all went to take archery lessons in Hamptor," Avery said as Will turned to look at him.

"Hamptor, you say?" he asked as the blacksmith nodded.

"She went to the academy there and brought more of her peers to come and reserved to make bows for them. They also asked for more of your custom-designed arrows as well," Avery said before Will was rubbing his chin.

His first sale was not making much than he anticipated. Still, if anyone wanted to have more of his arrows, perhaps he should supply for the demand as well.

"How much of them were planning to get their hands on those arrows?" Will asked before Avery pulled his ledger and showed it to him.

"That many?"

"She told them it was the best arrows she ever used. Of course, people bought her marketing," Avery said before Will smirked.

"Can you describe this woman to me?"

"I thought you don't want to know about her?" the blacksmith narrowed his eyes on Will before he waved his threat dismissively.

"Relax. I will not hunt this girl and if it's okay with you, I would like to know her appearance. Perhaps many people will have the description that you gave me," Will said as he was fingers crossed behind his back. Avery rubbed his chin that was lightly stubble.

"Well, she has jet black, straight hair, and her eyes were violets, pale blue in some lighting," Avery said before an image of a young lady from the Tempest Ball was showing up in Will's mind. He shook it off. Then, Will smiled at the blacksmith.

"Thank you for your service, Avery. Now, I have more designs that you can make and sell for me. But remember, only that woman can get the discount for it," Will warned him as Avery smiled at him.

"Don't worry, boss. She's a regular. I know she will bring more customers for you and me," Avery said before Will nodded, taking his crowns, and headed to the door. Only, he was stumbled against a customer.

Female by the lithe form that she was having and the cloak that concealed her face.

"Sorry," she mumbled before Will grunted, making his way out of the vendor, not knowing that his fate has intertwined with a certain elusive archer from Hamptor.
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