employees.
He thought of Claire and her anger increased. He was obsessed with her. Claire had invaded his soul and his thoughts. For a brief moment, cursed by his own body to want it so much.
Resented by the rejection, tried to convince herself that she would be a disappointment, like many others they had been before her, but secretly did not believe it. And so the obsession grew and grew.
Since adolescence, women practically throwing themselves into his arms. Slept in hundreds of different beds, but it was all simple sexual adventures without any emotional involvement.
Smiling, Dorchester examined his reflection in the mirror over the fireplace. He admired the cut of the jacket, the quality of the tie, the soft fabric of his pants. Everything perfect, as he demanded.
To keep your wardrobe always according to the latest fashion, the gentleman sent tailor their clothes in London. It was not cheap to stay fashionable, but their financial conditions permit such extravagances. Their farms were run by a faithful servant, dedicated and conscious that would be fired, without references, to betray the trust of his employer.
Richard was tall, strong, muscular, and beyond the physical beauty, had a magnetism that attracted both men and women. Everyone liked him, and this popularity gave him a sense of power and importance. However, these same people who worshiped there certainly would be shocked if they knew he was lying with the same ease with which he breathed.
He poured himself a shot of whiskey and took a long sip, feeling the fluid burns your throat and join the fire that burned inside. Just thinking about Claire, her body throbbing with desire. Claire ... The only person who avoided their harassment, which had dared to reject him.
He drank another swig of whiskey, letting the bitter memories came back to mind. Just like his own family of Claire's family lived in the region for many generations. She was a respected and noble lineage, and the mother was in a position of leadership in the peculiarly local community. The father was a gentleman of moderate possessions that provided a comfortable living for his wife and three daughters. Richard met Claire at a party in the village when she was a girl of sixteen, and he, a grown man of twenty-three. There were other beautiful girls at the party, but when they touched her hand, felt a strong emotion and unknown, as never before experienced. At that moment, I knew that I wanted, and not just as a hobby. Sure that she would feel honored to be courted by a gentleman, Richard came to visit her. But Claire did not feel flattered. He refused to see him, sending the mother has apologized to him. Frustrated by rejection, sought to know everything about her, and discovered he had a boyfriend.
Fortunately, the kook who had won the hearts of Claire had ridiculous ideas about their obligations, and felt honored to serve the motherland. The military connections of Richard proved to be helpful, and soon the boy was sent to the battlefield, somewhere in the Peninsula. Less than a year later, was killed in combat. With his rival out of the way, there was no need to rush. Indeed, Richard thought it better to wait the time pass by Claire begin to fear being a spinster. So then, yes, it would be easier to accomplish their goal.
But nothing went according to plans.
The sound of footsteps echoed through the hall, and the gentleman moved away quickly from the mirror.
- What you have discovered, its useless? - So asked the waiter entered the room. - About Lady Fairhurst.
- Nothing yet, Hidalgo. Dorchester raised an eyebrow.
- So why come here to harass me?
- You have a visitor. - The waiter cleared his throat. - Is Mrs. Clayton. Lydia? He did not send it! Moreover, the rapid burning and their romance had ended months before.
- You said Mrs. Clayton that I was not at home? - Richard repeated the standard response that the household was instructed to offer to any woman who sought not invited.
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