Chapter Forty
Claire got into bed after a long hot shower, dressed in the lingerie that had been left out on the bed for her because she didn’t have the energy to go searching for something else.
It was silky and surprisingly comfortable so she thought nothing of wearing it to bed, as ironic as it was. There was no reason to be worried though because she was all alone in the large bedroom, just her and her thoughts.
Claire hoped that the stress of the day would help her sleep but 3 hours passed her by and she hadn't gotten even a wink of sleep. She glanced at the clock dejected, knowing that she would not be able to fall asleep when she knew that her engagement ball was still ongoing downstairs.
it was almost midnight and she was certain that it would go on till the early hours of the morning. She feared that she might not be getting any sleep tonight.
Claire considered going through the trouble of grabbing a tub of ice cream from the kitchen so that she could keep herself busy and she saw no bad sides to this.
*What other way to spend the night of your engagement than eating an entire tub of ice cream while watching reality TV shows?*
She threw on a robe and snuck outside, desperately praying that she wouldn't run into anyone because explaining herself would be painfully awkward and she wanted to spare herself even more misery.
The trip was a quick one because most of the servants had turned in for the night and the ones left behind were on the first floor. Her parents and Rachel stayed there too, Senite inclusive.
Lukas actually insisted on being the only one to live on the second floor which was a plus to Claire because it meant that she wouldn't be running into any of them.
In less than fifteen minutes, Claire was back on her bed, her robe discarded to allow for easy movement as she dug into the ice cream, the big screen television playing in the background.
It was a nice distraction, so nice that Claire didn't hear the door opening, her eyes fixed on the television.
She had finished up the ice cream and was tucked up in bed, less miserable for the first time in a week. *Who knew? Apparently ice cream did fix everything.*
Lukas stood in front of the open door, his gaze fixed on her with the focus of a predator. He weaved unsteadily on his feet and knocked into a flower vase as he tried to take a step in.
Claire was alerted by this and jumped in shock, disbelief written on her face as she saw Lukas standing at the door.
She quickly sat up, her brows knitting. "Did you lose your way?" She asked coldly to hide her vulnerability.
Lukas had lost his jacket sometime during the ball, his cravat was also gone and his shirt was half opened. Although he weaved on his feet, he sounded very lucid. "No, I don't think so."
Claire could hear the amusement in his voice and it reminded her of the Lukas she knew well, the dangerous side of him. But she couldn't exactly turn him away from his room either, she was in a stalemate here.
He moved really fast for someone who was flat out drunk, catching Claire off guard as he joined her on the bed.
Claire was trapped under Lukas arms and if she didn't already know he was drunk, she definitely tasted it when he slammed their lips together, his hands quickly finding their way under her short silk nightwear.
Lukas tasted like expensive alcohol and bad decisions, Claire wasn't going to let him have this.
She pushed at him, turning her face to the side to break off the kiss. "You're drunk, get off me!"
Lukas seemed to regain his senses at this and he got off the bed calmly, the storm in his eyes far from calm.
Claire had expected this, there was no way that Lukas would want her when he was fully lucid. She had been tempted to give in but, she just couldn't, she still had a shred of self-worth left.
She expected him to say something demeaning and then walk away but instead, he started to take off his shirt. Claire could only stare at him with wide eyes wondering what was going to happen this time.
She couldn't have predicted Lukas walking off in the direction of the bathroom to take a shower. *Did he not hear her? What was he playing at this time?*
A few minutes later, Claire heard the shower running and it only confused her even more. She couldn't leave the room so she had no choice but to sit stiffly on the bed, anticipating what Lukas intended to do. Her show on the television was long forgotten but she remembered to put it off at least.
Lukas didn't keep her waiting for long because he was out of the bathroom in no time, wearing a white cotton robe as he beelined for the bed.
"I took a cold shower, let's try this again." He said casually, taking off the robe.
Claire had to struggle to not be distracted by his upper body. "W-What are you talking about?"
She couldn't stop him when he pinned her down to the bed, trying to make sense of what was happening. “Wha-What are you doing?”
Had Lukas gone to take a cold shower for her sake? Why would he do that? She had consoled herself that he was only doing it earlier because he wasn't lucid but now that he was, she had no other excuses.
“Taking what’s mine.” He said coolly, claiming her lips. This time he was more gentle, none of the frazzled desperation of when he had stormed in drunk but Claire could tell that he was merely holding back.
She could feel his controlled strength as he dug his fingers into the soft skin of her bare hips. Claire should stop this, she should protest Lukas claiming her but she was lost to the sensations flooding her.
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