My Sweet Seduction

Surprised

I ORDERED A piece of pastry, sandwiches, and creamy hot chocolate with whipped cream and coffee.

I laid those well on the table, but before I could finish, I felt hands clasping my hips and his delicate

kisses on my neck and cheeks.

“Hmm, good morning. How was your sleep?” His voice was still husky from sleep.

I was unable to answer because of the sequence of kisses on my neck down to my shoulders. I dare

not to move. I dare not to even breathe as I felt his hand entering from below my bathrobe.

My heart moved fast. I couldn’t hear it, but damn! I could feel it, beating, pulsing, and thumping against

my chest.

“It’s better that we have breakfast so that we can go home early. I miss Clarence so much!” I took a

deep breath and tried to calm my heart.

“We will, but before that, I want to show you something,” he said, then chose to sit in a chair and sip the

coffee in front of him.

I was dazzled. He still not wearing his shirt. And I am sure he is also not wearing his garments now. I

couldn’t help but to take notice of his clean skin, his tumbled dark hair, his lips that curled upward, his

blade nose, and his melancholy eyes.

I swallowed as I worship his enticing features. My heart blushed a little. I just went back to the mood

when he lowered the cup he was holding and glanced at me.

“Uh, what is it then?” I ask casually, as I have already started to move the food in front of me and act I

am not affected by his body.

“A few surprises for you.” He then shrugged his shoulders.

I just shrugged at what he said. I quickly finished eating and went back to his room to take a shower.

I also have clothes ready to wear on the bed when I came out of the bathroom. I saw a blue knitted

dress and a pair of undergarments.

My face blushed on my own thoughts. Why does he know my size? It’s because he always has clothes

ready to wear when we have an unexpected trip.

I looked in the mirror. The dress was fit with me, and it enhances my body and my buttocks. In fairness,

he is good at choosing clothes. I shook my head and turned my back on the mirror to get out of the

living room.

But Lawrence was not there, so I just turned my gaze to the cordless phone on the side table and typed

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Exactly when I hung up the phone, Lawrence came in from the door. He’s wearing his plain white shirt

and unusual bleach jeans. Even so, the handsome man in his dress was still screaming.

I startled, avoiding my shaking nerves as he looked straight into my eyes. I parted my hair lightly and

averted my eyes to hide the redness on both cheeks.

“Are you ready?”

I nodded as I continued to stare at the floor. Why couldn’t I withstand his presence? He attacks my skin

very strongly. Even the polish it brings to my heart.

Holding my hand, we exited his suite. We immediately grabbed the attention of the employees. My

eyes were fixed on the ground. I know that even if they say nothing, they still think badly of us.

I could feel Lawrence squeezing my hand, so I looked up slightly. His face was stern and dark. The

movement of his jaw is also bright while just looking straight at the road.

In his car, I was the one who broke the silence when we spotted San Felipe on our way.

“San Felipe?” I asked with furrowed brows.

He nodded. He just looked straight at the road that seemed blank—the same steady but the slightly

ironic face that makes me feel uncomfortable in my seat. I straightened up and just looked at the

enormous trees and fields we were passing by, indicating that we were already far from the city.

When the car entered a large yard, it was at that point that I turned to Lawrence.

“Whose farm is this?” I asked him.

“Mine,” he said casually.

I was no longer surprised, but knowing him as a city boy? I didn’t think he was also interested in

running a hacienda.

“We are going to live here as soon as we get married,” he said before maneuvering the car across from

a large villa.

My lips were parted. I was processing each of his words at the back of my mind. Did I hear it, right?

We’re going to live here as soon as we get married?

“Wanna see inside?” His brow hitched a little as he watched me dumbfounded.

I looked up at the villa as he guided me out of the car.

A modern house in the middle of a spacious hacienda. I can’t believe what I see. I seemed to be in a

book where the protagonists often live here. The beauty of the surroundings and some animals that run

freely in the distance is indescribable.

“Do you like it?”

He stood next to me, and at the same time, we looked up at the big house in front of us.

“This is . . . really beautiful!” my lips utter.

I was startled when the big door opened, and an elderly lady came out.

“Welcome, Lawrence, son!” the lady greeted us warmly, followed by two uniformed women.

“Is she Margaux you’ve talked about?” She glanced at me before Lawrence again.

“Yes, Auntie,” Lawrence replied. He grabbed my hand again and guided me closer to them.

“Sweety, this is Mirasol, who has been taking care of me ever since and her two housemates Tanya

and Rica.”

“Good morning, Ma’am, Sir,” they greeted us.

I think they’re in their twenties. The tall one named Tanya is not modest, while the one named Rica is

thin with a slender body. I glanced at Mirasol, and her body was also not medium in height and quite

fat. I also noticed the gray hair that was starting to grow in her hair.

“Come on, and the food will be cold,” she said before pulling Tanya and Rica by the hand.

At first glance, the mansion appears to have been standing for quite some time. Lawrence explained

that he was only renovating it to match the style. I took a look around the room, which had a white floor,

high windows, and huge curtains. All the newest features were built with no sentimentality for the old

ways. Despite its antique outside style, you wouldn’t expect the villa’s interior to be fashionable.

“I grew up here. Mom and I live here for almost a year.”

I glanced at him as if I also glowed in his eyes as he looked at some figures and paintings hanging on

the wall.

“My mom prefers to live here while dad wants to live in the city.” He just shrugged, then I was pulled

into the elegant dining table.

The fragrant smell of food greeted us. Due to the long trip, I suddenly felt starving since I saw the food

on the table.