A New Mother

"Aunt Daisy, where is daddy? He is not in the office!" Penny ran with her tiny feet and held the dress of the maid cleaning the room.

She had come to know about the woman after visiting the office of her father often. The lady often brings her cookies and chocolates with rare hot cocoa in the late evenings.

She pulled the dress of Daisy until she had her full attention.

"Ah, Penny. Are you missing your father? Or the chocolates he had brought for you?" Daisy took Penny in her arms and pulled her pointed nose.

The girl winced and rubbed her nose making Daisy laugh.

"I want to show my drawing to my father. He likes Penny's drawing the most!" Her mother only found fault in them. She showed the strange flower to the maid who laughed.

"Your highness is it in the palace. He is invited to the royal palace." Daisy noticed Cassey standing on the door and her eyes went dim, "he had gone to meet your new mother."

Penny frowned. The words did not sit well with her.

"But I have a mother. I do not need another one. I need only one mommy, one daddy and one aunt, only one! I did not need two of any." She shook her head with resolution but Daisy did not mind the words of the child.

She was still young and with time, she would accept Isabella as her mother. In fact, when she would know about the cruelty of her mother, she would hate Cassey too.

Daisy did not find any fault in her thinking and nodded her head.

"Yes, you will have only one mother in the future, but a good one, not a selfish one.. Aah!" Daisy winced immedaily when she felt the sharp pain on her elbow.

She glared at Cassey but immediately shrunk when she found her glaring back.

But when she realized she was afraid of Cassey, she glared back and jerked Cassey's hands away.

"What are you doing? Leave my hands?" Cassey let her go but her eyes only turned sharper and fiercer. Like a wounded lioness, her fangs could be seen.

"You did not need to teach all this to my daughter. If I caught you talking about me one more time, I would make sure that it would not end with just a small wound."

"....."

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Her eyes glimmered with joy as she squeezed his hands in hers.

"I love you, your highness. I can not wait when we get married and live together." She smiled shyly and lowered her red face.

"I…" a strange sensation was filling him. Tyrone felt like something was not right with him. He was carving for her lips. He felt the desire to hold her, to touch her. The heat was becoming unbearable. He held his shirt with the intention of tearing it.

"Aah! Look at me, I forgot to offer you any wine." She personally stood up and poured a glass of wine for him. Her eyes glimmered like stars when it met his fierce eyes.

His fierce look only created a spark in her. She smiled and bent, placing the glass of wine on his lips, she sighed. As if only his smell was making her crazy.

"I have always desired you, your highness. I have looked at you from a distance, imagining we will meet one day. But I have never thought that I would be able to have you, your highness.

I am a lucky woman!" She laughed, his hot breath touching her skin making her sigh again.

"You all can leave! We do not want any disturbance." The maids could already read the mood. They scurried away instantly even though June grinned and left. She closed the door behind her.

"Tyrone! I want you. I feel this strange desire whenever I am closer to you." She leaned the glass and he took a sip of wine.

His own eyes darkened every passing second. Her eyes staring at his bobbing adam's apple, his taut muscles and his abs.

She touched his arms with her other hands.

"Do you want me too, Tyrone?" She licked her lips seductively while moving her hands towards his chest.

"I.." he was losing control. He knew that he should stand up and create some distance. But he could not. As if someone was controlling him, he tried to struggle but he just could not.

"Tell me, Tyrone, that you love me. You want me as much as i want you." She moved closer, their lips were just an inch away.

He could feel her fragrance on his body. If he did not stop her now, they would kiss.

"Knock" "knock"

Isabella tried to ignore the rash sound of knocking on the door and leaned. She held his shoulders and pecked his lips.

The cold touch of his lips burnt her. She shivered with joy. But before she could lean and deepen the kiss, the door knocked fiercely.

The impatient visitor was not ready to read the mood and leave.

"There might be something urgent." Tyrone broke the kiss when the lady sighed.

She looked at him reluctantly but forced a smile on her face.

"Yes, you are right. I will be back in a minute then." She ran towards the door with such force and opened the door at once.

"What is it?" the maid flinched with her cold voice and stared at her gentle face.

It felt so surreal. The lady was smiling and looking so gentle. It must be her illusion.

"What if it was Mary?" asked Isabella again, her voice was soft like blooming flowers when the maid shook her head.

It must be her illusion.

"Your majesty had sent this wine for you and your highness. He said, "You must have a good time." Isabella grinned. She was already at it and she had worked well without the wine too.

But she took the wine and nodded her head.

"Then I will not hold you anymore."