Masquerade Secrets(21)

His grip tightened. He could feel her slipping away from him. Closing  off the possibility of what he wanted to offer her. "No. I want you,  Aubrey. Damn it, I want you." He kissed her again quickly, filled with  all the frustration he was feeling. If there were some way to  communicate his feelings for her, he would try any way he could.

Pulling away, leaning his forehead against hers. "You have no idea how  I've been torturing myself. Unable to break my vow but wanting you more  than I ever wanted her."

She shook her head against his words, forcing back the tears.

"Please. Please, believe me. I want you."

Hearing the soft patter of steps from down the hall, Aubrey jerked out of his embrace. "I must go before someone sees me."

"I don't care who sees us."

"I do." She gave him a look filled with regret, and he saw that she  didn't believe him. He only had another few seconds before the person  would come upon them.

As she began to ascend the stairs, he grabbed her hand to get her  attention. "Come to my room tonight. I need to talk to you about this."

He saw that she was about to refuse him and his grip tightened. "If you  do not promise to come later, I will not let you go now."

Her eyes widened, and she finally nodded her agreement before racing up the stairs.

He should be ashamed for cornering her while she was so vulnerable, but  he wasn't. He would do whatever was necessary to convince her that she  belonged with him.

And he would never let her go.

"Ah, there you are, Your Grace. I have come to fetch you for dinner. We  are about to enter." Lady Victoria smiled, glancing up the stairs as if  she knew that Lady Aubrey had just left.

She probably did.

Annoyance bubbled within him and he fought the urge to lash out at  Victoria. That was the second time she had come between Aubrey and  himself, and he didn't feel nearly as forgiving as the first time. In  fact, she had probably timed it, knowing that they were out in the hall  alone.

But venting some of his frustration wouldn't accomplish anything. He  needed to save his strength, save all his energy to persuade Aubrey to  accept him.

She would come to him tonight, and he would finally set things right.

She would be his.



"What happened?" Charlotte stormed into the room only a few minutes behind her.

The fact that Charlotte understood Aubrey's incoherent explanation of  what took place didn't surprise her. They had been able to understand  each other since they were very young.

"Are you going to go to him tonight?"

Charlotte's matter of fact question startled her, forcing her to think rationally.

What was the matter with her? She was normally so strong, so comfortable  with her life, but since the masquerade she had turned into someone she  couldn't admire. Someone she didn't like.

"I don't know. Charlotte I don't know what I should do."

"He said he wanted you, Aubrey. He said that he wanted to be with you  and that he always enjoyed your company. That it was eating him up,  because he wanted you regardless of a promise he made to a faceless  woman."

"I just couldn't bear for him to realize in a year or two that he married an unimportant wallflower."         

     



 

"You weren't a wallflower tonight," her sister said slyly, making Aubrey laugh lightly.

"No. I wasn't."

"Perhaps that was how he finally figured it out."

Thinking about it, it seemed possible. She had opened herself up, had  been unafraid of flirting with the bachelors in residence. It had felt  so liberating.

The chains she had tied around herself had broken free. And she had just been Aubrey. The Aubrey that had been there all along.

She remembered the way he had watched her in the parlor, surrounded by  all those men. He had seemed on edge. Jealous even. A light came on  inside her. He wanted her as Aubrey.

"I've been ridiculous."

Charlotte grinned before giving her a hug. "Not ridiculous, just silly."

Aubrey's lip quirked to the side. "Thank you so much, sister."

"Anytime." Charlotte grinned playfully. "Shall I make excuses for you at dinner? Your eyes are a still a bit puffy."

Nodding, Aubrey agreed that that was best. She didn't want to face anyone yet.

As her sister left in a hurry to dinner, Aubrey paced her room, thinking over the time she had spent with Bradford.

She really had been a fool. What did it matter if he wanted her or the  masquerade woman? They were both her. They were each parts of her.

The fact that he wanted both parts was what made her love him.

Love.

Yes, she silently acknowledged it again. She loved him. Loved him with  all of her being. He was the most giving and noble man she had ever  known.

To know that he would always be faithful to her, that she would never  have to worry about him tiring of her, or him taking a mistress, was a  relief.

And she rejoiced in the knowledge that she would never want another.

She would go to him tonight. And she would tell him that she believed him; that she wanted nothing more than to be with him.

Excitement surged through her. He was going to be hers.

Finally.

Ringing for Bitsy, she had the maid ready a bath for her. She wanted to  relax, have her nerves completely settled before she went to him.

A smile curved wickedly on her lips. She was going to a man's bedroom. Oh, how far this wallflower has come.

With a laugh, she readied herself to face the duke.

It was almost midnight by the time the house settled down for the night.  The extra time she spent in her room hadn't relaxed her one bit.  Instead, she had spent the time tying herself in knots, thinking of all  the possible outcomes of tonight's conversation.

Tiptoeing, hoping to remain silent, she paused in front of his door. Was she supposed to knock?

She was being silly. Not only might she wake someone to have them  discover her in front of the duke's door, but he was expecting her.

With a deep breath, she placed her hand on the doorknob, ready to enter  his room. Before turning the handle, she heard a furious whisper from  within. Was someone in there with him?

She released the handle, ready to turn back to her room. But before she took a step, she paused.

She could go back to her room now, but she didn't want to. He knew she  would be coming. It was probably her imagination. Or he was talking to  himself.

Grinning, she was amused by such an image.

It was now or never. And she was ready now.

Not needing another breath, Aubrey turned the handle and walked inside the room.

But what she saw once she entered was enough to break her heart. With  her breath robbed, she looked between Lady Victoria, clearly unclothed  in Bradford's bed, and the man she had come to see, who stood at the  foot of that same bed.

It wasn't difficult to see that she had walked in on something. Had she  misunderstood him earlier? Had he not asked her to come to him tonight?

The grin on Victoria's face, signaling that she had won, sliced through  Aubrey's heart. She hadn't known that something could be this painful.  That she could feel as if her heart was literally ripped out of her  chest.

Backing away, Bradford finally moved toward her. "Aubrey, wait. This isn't what it looks like."

"Don't," Aubrey said quietly, the steel in her voice evident. "Don't say  anything." Before he could reach out to her, she turned and fled the  room.

Turning slowly, Bradford faced the woman who had crossed him one time  too many. This woman may have just come between him and the woman he  intended to marry. The woman he loved.

The feelings he felt for Aubrey burned so hotly, so strongly, he was surprised others weren't burned by them.

"Get out," he calmly said, not wanting to yell at the woman. However,  when her expression turned coy, the desire to throttle her almost  overwhelmed him.

"I would, but I don't have any clothes on." She smirked, and he could tell that she thought she had won.         

     



 

"I don't care. It wouldn't be anything that I haven't seen before."

Her startled expression made him want to smirk. She stuttered, clearly shocked that he hadn't taken her invitation.

"I'll even be fair to you. I'll turn my back, and you can take the sheet with you."

"You cad." Angry red splotches marred her cheeks. "I could scream right  now and have the entire house down in this room within seconds. Then you  would be forced into marrying me."

Black hot rage surged through him. If she thought she could handle him,  trick him into marrying her, she was wrong. "It wouldn't make any  difference. Whether you are ruined or not, I will never marry you." The  disbelief that crossed her face made him continue like a predator after  smelling blood. "With all that you have put me through in the last year,  you can't be surprised. I was willing to let go of the lies that you  spread about Lady Sera." The look of astonishment that crossed her face  brought the first feeling of surprise to him. "What? You didn't realize  that I knew about that? How could I not? First, you ruined that  relationship, then you tried to pretend to be Lady Aubrey at the  masquerade, and now this." He took a menacing step forward. "Let me be  perfectly clear, Lady Victoria, as I should have been before. I will  never marry you. There is nothing that you could ever do to entice me to  do so, and no matter the circumstances, I will never pledge my life to  yours."