Eternally Seduced(99)

Chapter Seven




@Aehrenthal_fanatics Staffan Aehrenthal is a WIMP with a LIMP DICK.

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"Do you see it, Staffan?" Yanna's stressed voice came through clearly,  and he didn't need to look at the iPad's screen to know that Yanna was  probably crying now.



I'm so sorry. All the negative write-ups about Staffan Aehrenthal are my  fault. Please believe me when I say there is nothing going on between  me and Prince Jeremy Al-Atassi. I am in love and will always be in love  with my husband.



The words changed, but the restrained note of intense hurt remained the  same. It was Saffi, basically groveling for people's understanding as  his fans rained torrents of abuse towards her on the Internet.

"Constantijin told me not to meddle, but I just … I just don't believe that Saffi cheated on you, Staffan. She loves you so much."

He pressed a button to lock the screen of his iPhone, closing his eyes  in an effort to will away the words of apology that Saffi had typed in  response to his bashers.



Please don't speak of Staffan Aehrenthal that way. He's not a fool and  he won't ever be so. His only mistake was not to realize how foolish I  could be. But I love him.

No one can ever measure up to Staffan Aehrenthal in my eyes. He's everything I could and would ever want in a husband.



Saffi had been typing the same words over and over from the moment he  had married her, and she continued to do so even after he had rejected  her when she tried to seduce him in his parents' home.

"Just please listen to her," Yanna begged. "Look at how she's telling the world over and over---"

"It's a goddamn act, Yanna." Staffan did his best to keep his tone even,  not wanting Yanna to bear the brunt of his anger. "She's fooled all of  us and she's fooling you still. Even if it were my baby, she still  fucking lied to me and I don't even fucking know if she's still seeing  the prince or not."

"She married you---"

"Of course she married me," he exploded. "It's fucking campaign season  and her mother's sick. I'm a face-saving excuse, that's all I fucking am  to her!" Bitterness filled him as the words left his mouth because he  knew it was true. Pearl Beaufort was just the spark that set things in  motion, but at the end of the day, the cold hard facts were undeniable.

The fucking prince had a new betrothed, her senator father was running  for re-election, and they needed a way to prevent Saffi from becoming a  goddamn brick around their necks and not have the family pride stomped  upon again.

Yanna bit her lip in misery, stemming the flow of words that wanted to  come out of her mouth. The cold hard look on Staffan's face told her  that whatever she would say or do would be futile. "I know you won't  believe me if I defend Saffi over and over to you, Staffan  –  but at  least listen to me when I tell you that a woman in love knows when  another woman feels the same way as she does. I love Constantijin with  all my heart and everything I feel for him  –  I see it in Saffi's  eyes … and it's all for you."

"Again, Yanna, you're being fucking deceived. I have to go now. I'm  going to meet with Chloe." As he ended the call, Staffan did his best to  forget the stricken look on Yanna's face when she realized what he was  about to do.

The call from Chloe had been a shock, but it had not affected him in the  way Staffan had thought it would. If he had to put a word to it, he was  ambivalent about meeting her but his heart no longer felt it was being  shredded at the mere thought of her. It just went to show, Staffan  thought with hardening anger, how much Saffi had fucking destroyed him  with her lies.

Parking his car in one of the reserved basement slots for his family,  Staffan took the private elevator to get to the café. When the doors  parted, he was stunned by the first person he saw.

Saffi.

The way she kept rubbing her eyes was familiar, something she typically  did to keep herself from crying. His heart squeezed at the sight, but  Staffan told himself it was none of his fucking business if she cried or  not. He shouldn't fucking care since he had left their home this  afternoon just for the sake of making Saffi think he was out to do shit.

He deserved to hurt her. She deserved to be hurt. So if she was fucking crying now---

Fuck.

Staffan couldn't believe how stupid he was. She was fucking crying  because she probably knew Chloe was here  –  probably even spoke to her.  She was just the type to confront Chloe even if she had no idea how such  an encounter would turn out.

Was she thinking he would be two-timing her just as she did him?

He shouldn't care if she did. She fucking deserved to be labeled a fool  the way he had been labeled one ever since the news of her pregnancy  broke out.

Staffan was still telling himself that when he finally reached Chloe's  table. As he slid into the seat across her, he realized with unconcealed  shock that Chloe looked old, and it was not because she was years older  than him.

It was the jaded look in her eyes, the cynical twist to her lips as she  smiled at him. All of those things, he acknowledged uneasily, applied to  him as well.

"And so," she said with a soft mocking laugh, "we meet again, my love."  Chloe had hoped to disconcert Staffan but instead, he only responded  with a smile so unaffected, it made her blink.

Staffan said just as softly, "Today's circumstances are better than the  last time we met, certainly." Before she could speak, he told her  blandly, "I know why you asked to meet me."

She stiffened but did her best to brazen it out even as her heart  pounded with fear. "Of course you do, my love. I'm single and you could  be single, too---"

"You are currently one million dollars in debt."

Chloe's mouth closed, her eyes flashing with humiliated fury at the  realization that Staffan Aehrenthal did know of her predicament  –  he  probably knew every shitty detail about it. "And so you agreed to this  meeting just to turn me down in person?" Chloe was snarling, but inside,  the fear of imprisonment was making her feel faint. She could not  –   would not  –  survive behind bars. She would probably kill herself before  that happened.

The sight of Staffan shaking his head confused her.

"Then what?" she demanded.

Staffan slowly leaned back against his chair. "I want to see you beg,  Chloe. I want to hear you beg for your life the way I begged you in the  past."

Chloe whitened at his words. She remembered the cruel way she had left  him, remembered how she had gloried in the way he was suffering because  he loved her so much. It had fed her ego back then, made her believe  that she was worth so much more than being engaged to a rags-to-riches  heir.

Looking at Staffan, she knew that he could and would extract a much more  punishing revenge from her now. Then, he was just begging Chloe for her  love. Now, she would need to beg him for her life.

Shame and pride made her react spontaneously. Chloe grabbed the glass of  water on the table and threw the contents at Staffan. "Fuck off!" She  knew the moment she did it, there was no turning back.

She was over. Her life was over.

Chloe started to shake. "I'm s-sorry."

She had expected Staffan to fly into a rage at what she had done. The  old Staffan she knew would have. But this one was … different. He was much  colder, harder, a smirk playing on his lips as he calmly took out a  handkerchief to wipe the water from his face.         

     



 

"That was the wrong thing to do, Chloe," he murmured as he set the  handkerchief on the table. "I only wanted to hear you grovel but now … "  Staffan came to his feet gracefully, and suddenly it struck her  –  the  sheer beauty of him, the rawness of his sexuality  –  Staffan Aehrenthal  was still the most intensely beautiful man she had ever met, and he had  loved her.

Staffan had loved her, and she had thrown it back at his face because she had loved herself more.

"Have a good life behind bars."

As he turned, terror enveloped her body and she cried out, "Wait."

Staffan stilled, but he didn't turn, wouldn't perform even the smallest  compromise to make it easy for her. And in the deepest part of her,  Chloe knew she couldn't blame him. "I'll fucking beg." Every word was  forced out of her. She hated the way her voice shook, hated the way her  entire body shook, but Chloe couldn't stop it.

A million dollars in debt …

And it was all because she had tried to buy happiness by gambling.

"Do you want me on my knees?"

Staffan finally turned to her. His beautiful face was completely  expressionless, and his voice was was just as bland as he said politely,  "If you wish."

"I don't fucking wish." The words came out a furious scream, and she  knew with those words she had already lost every bit of her pride and  self-respect. With that scream, it was as if she was begging every  patron inside the restaurant, every fucking waiter, to witness her  humiliation.