The Lord's Passionate Lover(6)

“Unfortunately, I am not there for romantic purposes. My mother is taking care of that,” Katherine replied as she shook her head.

“What do you mean?” Francesca asked.

“She is trying to find me a suitor.”

“You do not want her to?”

“Not really, especially when you see her choices.”

Macee sighed. “Reminds me of our mother,” she said. Mrs LeBlanc had done everything in her power to make sure that Liane had been chosen to be the crown princess. When that failed, she was determined that Francesca would be next. No one anticipated that the Crown Prince would choose Macee over her trained and better-educated sisters.

“Mothers,” Katherine said.

“They are a piece of work.”

“You should say we,” Katherine said as she smiled at her.

“I do not feel as if I am ready to be a mother,” Macee replied as she frowned.

“No one is ever ready,” Francesca said and rubbed her shoulder.

“How reassuring,” Macee said sarcastically, as Francesca smiled.

“You will be fine.”





Chapter 4


Liane stood in front of the mirror admiring herself. For the past few months, she had been working out to regain her prenatal figure and it was finally starting to pay off. Looking up, she saw Jean Pierre standing in the doorway watching her.

“Something I can help you with?” she asked him.

“Yes,” he replied as he walked towards her. Standing behind her, he kissed her neck, as she tilted her head to give him better access. While it was true that they did not get on well under the best of circumstances, they turned each other on and could not seem to get enough of each other.

“Jean Pierre, stop,” she whispered, secretly not wanting him to stop.

“No,” he replied as he pulled her tank top over her head. Sliding his hands across her body, he caressed her skin, which always felt like silk to him. Licking at her neck, he found that he enjoyed the taste of her sweat. Turning her around, he pulled the band off her ponytail as he ran his fingers through her hair.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered as he unclipped her bra. Scooping her up, he carried her to the bed. Laying her down, he leaned over her as he continued to kiss her. Liane wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her. He groaned as he felt her nipples brush against his chest.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. “Ignore it,” Jean Pierre said as he carried on kissing her.

The knock sounded again. “What?” Jean Pierre shouted.

“I am sorry to disturb you, but you have visitors,” the maid said. Jean Pierre growled as he got up. Liane quickly dressed before running a brush through her hair.

“Fine,” he replied. “Such bad timing,” he added.

“I agree,” Liane replied as she headed out of the room to see who the visitors were. She found her sisters playing with Simone. She narrowed her gaze at them. She was happy to see them but they had come at the wrong time.

“Hello,” Liane greeted them as she sat down on the sofa. They both turned to look at her.

“Annie,” Macee said with a smile.

“How are you?” Francesca asked.

“Fine,” Liane said but Macee and Francesca were not convinced. Her hair was messy and her cheeks were red. Macee raised her eyebrows.

“What were you doing before we got here?” Macee asked her.

“Nothing much,” she replied. Jean Pierre walked into the room also with messy hair. He smiled at Francesca and Macee and bowed to Macee before he sat down.

“I trust that the two of you have been well?” he asked. Macee and Francesca looked at each other as they burst out laughing.

“What is so funny?” Liane asked.

“We have bad timing. We should have called first,” Macee said.

“What do you mean?”

“She means nothing. How are you Jean Pierre?” Francesca interrupted Macee before she could answer.

“I have been well, thank you,” he replied. “Would you like anything to eat or drink?” he asked. Francesca opened her mouth to speak but Macee spoke first.

“I thought you would never ask. What do you have?” Macee asked.

“You ate before we left the palace,” Francesca said.

“It does not feel that way.”

Liane laughed as she stood up. “It's the baby,” she said. She walked to the door and called the maid.

“But Macee was an eater before the baby,” Francesca said as Macee frowned at her. They were always on her case about eating too much. Jean Pierre smiled.

“How is the pregnancy so far?” Jean Pierre asked. Liane told the maid to bring food, lots of it. Then she returned to her seat.