Chapter Four
Striking Back
Part One
That evening all through dinner – raptor meat and fruit salad prepared professionally by Veronica – Roxton contemplated his revenge. He wanted something original and juicy, but was at a loss. Marguerite wasn't one to fall for simple lies or deceitful acts; she used to be the Queen of Manipulation and knew how to avoid the traps. Yet, Roxton had one thing on his side: she didn't know that he knew the truth. Therefore, she wasn't expecting retaliation.
Roxton patted his mouth clean with his handkerchief, then, smiled warmly at his clueless wife, taking her slender hand in his much larger, rougher one. "Marguerite, darling, will you join me for a walk to the waterfall?" He slowly rose from his chair, nodding towards Veronica. "It was delicious, Veronica."
"Thank you, Roxton."
Challenger watched the heiress, and now a Lady, rise to her feet. "Isn't it getting a bit late to be wandering around outside the electric fence? What on Earth is there to do at the waterfall this time of night anyway?" His eyes widened with realization, his cheeks scarlet. "Oh. I see," he cleared his throat. "Be careful. And try not to stay out too late."
Marguerite's mouth fell open. "George!" She glanced around at her other friends, her face burning. "There are other things to do then…then what you're implying." She looked up at Roxton and glowered at his attempts to sniffle a chuckle. "Well, I-I…" she threw her hands in the air and marched to the elevator. "Are you coming, John?"
Part Two
"You should have seen yourself in there, darling: all flustered and tongue-tied." Roxton lifted a branch out of the path's way so Marguerite could walk under it. "But you're gorgeous when you're flustered, Marguerite." From behind her, he leaned in closely and breathed against her ear. "But, then again, you're always gorgeous."
Marguerite couldn't contain her flattered smile. "Well, you're not so bad yourself, Lord Roxton."
Roxton placed a simple kiss at the nape of her neck. "I'm glad you approve, Lady Roxton."
"I prefer Mrs. Roxton," she turned around, pressed against him. "It sounds more intimate. Wouldn't you agree, John?"
"Whatever you say, Mrs. Roxton, my darling." He devoured her mouth with his.
(Since I'm not a Smut writer by choice and preference, you'll have to use your imagination to insert the sex scene.).
Part Three
Roxton waded over to the side and hauled himself onto the embankment. He slipped on his trousers all the while watching Marguerite enjoy the water. "Darling, I think we better get back before they send out the search party." He gathered up his things as Marguerite glided out of the water. He handed her panties and bra to her. "You know, Jasmine had the same set."
She brusquely snatched her undergarments from him and yanked them on. "Who the bloody hell is Jasmine?"
"Haven't I ever mentioned her before?" He shrugged it off. "It doesn't really matter. She was my wife a couple years before William died. We eloped while drunk. Our marriage only lasted a few weeks."
"What? I don't believe you. Why wouldn't you have told me this before?" Marguerite thrust her arms into her blouse. "I can't believe you never told me!"
"Well, I guess I didn't find it that important."
She whirled on him. "You think being married wasn't important? What about our marriage, John? Is that unimportant to? God, I can't believe this!"
Roxton felt guilt welling up inside. He couldn't intentionally allow the cruelty to manifest. He loved and respected her too much to bear witness to the pain and outrage in her eyes. "Marguerite, darling, the reason you can't believe it is because it isn't any more true than your kiss with Malone."
"What?!"
He raised his hands in surround. "I had a little talk with Malone. I know you didn't really kiss him. Are we even now?"
Marguerite glared at him a moment before sighing and wrapping her arms around his neck. "Yeah, we're even."
End Chapter Four
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