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CHAPTER TWO

He cracked the door open.

"Edward…" the low moan went into his ears and straight down his body to the point between his legs.

He shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong.

Those thoughts repeated in his mind over and over again, but he only pushed the door a little more until he could see the two silhouettes that almost looked as if they were one. The moonlight filtered through the window, giving him teasing glimpses of their milky pale flesh.

"Please…" she begged, reaching down to tug the soft curls he only knew too much about. "Stop playing games with me…"

His eyes fluttered as his own pleasure spiked with hers. Oh, how he wanted to joint hem, but he knew that was only a fantasy. It was never going to happen. It couldn't happen. He didn't want the mistress to be caught up in all the mess that he had created by being intimate with the master, already. She was too good. She was too pure.

"I love you."

His eyes snapped open just as their lips met. His normally loose pants were becoming uncomfortably tight. He had to get away from this. If he stayed any longer, he knew that he would lose his mind.

Letting out a shaky breath, he finally closed the door and scurried away, trying his hardest to ignore the pulsing flesh that was begging for release.

What he left behind, however, were two startled people who looked at the door as if a ghost had possessed it. "What was that?" Edward mumbled, wondering what could have caused a closed door to slam closed.

She looked as well, but realisation hit her quickly. Edward had distracted her when she was in the gardens, waiting for Guinness to return. He had brought her back into their room where he continued his seduction and she had completely fallen for it. All thoughts disappeared as if they had all been washed away by his scent, his taste, his though. She had been so consumed by him that she just made the same mistake twice.

Guinness was going to hate her. He'd think that she was some bully – or worse, harlot – teasing him on purpose, but that hadn't been the case, at all.

"Probably one of the servants who needed something," she mumbled back, not exactly lying.

He regarded her with a raised eyebrow. "In that case…" He slid out almost completely before ramming back in, causing her to gasp and dig her ails into his back. "There's no need to worry. Everyone knows that you are mine. They could talk all they want, but this is our house, our bedroom, and you are my lovely wife."

She stroked his face. "I love you."

He quickened his pace, feeling her clamp down on him as he went harder and deeper with each thrust. "God, I love you, too."

His name shook the walls as he brought her exploding over the edge and finally allowed himself to burn rightly with her.

When he was with her, it was as if nothing else mattered. She was his everything and he wanted her to know everything about him. He just wasn't sure how to bring up the subject, anymore. Perhaps if he had come clean from the start, it wouldn't have come to this. Perhaps he should've talked to her about these sinful desires before defiling the slave, things wouldn't have escalated so quickly. H e was afraid that he really could lose everything if word got out that he was sharing a bed with not only another person, but a man – no, a black slave.

"I love you," he said, again, kissing her. He allowed her soft lips to ease him of the raging thoughts in his head.

She looked at him with eyes that sparkled with moonlight. "I love you, too, and… and I have something to tell you." Heat went up her neck and flooded to her face as she thought of how she was finally going to tell him her secret.

"What is it?" He turned her on to her side and slid her comfortably against him until they were curved into a perfect puzzle.

She took the hand that lied on her hip and slid it against her stomach.

His heart skipped.

"I'm pregnant, Edward," she whispered, a fond smile on her face. "I went to the matron the other day and she told me that I was at least two months pregnant. We're finally going to have a child together."

At first, she had been afraid to tell him. They had never discussed children, but neither of them was young anymore. It was probably best that they finally had and heir in case anything happened.

"P-Pregnant? He stuttered. His eyes were wide and he began to subconsciously rub her stomach. It was still as flat as ever. "Mine?"

She giggled, twisting her neck to kiss him. "Of course, silly. Who else would he belong to?"

"He?" He swallowed, suddenly feeling as if he was being overwhelmed by this invisible child that was still barely considered living.

Her head bobbed. "Our baby is going to be a boy, I just know it." A content sigh left her lips. "He's going to look exactly like you."

He chuckled. "And then, we'll have more. Our son can't be by himself." Suddenly, he really wanted to have children. It was time. He couldn't wait until his son was born and then, he wanted to see a small version of his beautiful wife running around in the house. "I think half a dozen might be a good start – more when you're up to it."

She whacked him on the arm. "You give birth to six kids!" She was actually a bit nervous. All the stories she had heard from the servants… She was afraid of the pain and… What if he stopped loving her once she became as big as aw hale? What about the stretch marks?

She hoped that she wasn't going to end up as nothing more than a brood to carry his children.

As the thoughts continued, Edward turned her to face him. "What's wrong?" he asked, leaving a kiss on her forehead.

"Would… Would you still love me when I'm fat and ugly?" she asked him, her bottom lip sticking out.

He blinked at her before a burst of laughter escaped him.

"E-Edward…" She was genuinely concerned and there he was, laughing at her! Didn't he understand that she was being completely serious? "Stop laughing! It's not funny!"

When he realised that she was truly expecting a reply, he held her closer, whispering against her lips. "You can be so silly. Of course, I'll still love you. I'll love you no matter what. You can grow another arm on your forehead and have a lazy eye and I'll still love you."

"What if I had two lazy eyes?" Her lips began to quirk upward. "Would you still love me then?"

"Even then," he promised.

With that, she happily buried her face into his chest, dozing off with the thought of a loving husband and future children.

He had been telling the truth when he said he loved her and that was never going to change, but he would have to talk to Guinness about it. If he had to, he was going to end the affair. He couldn't afford to lose his wife and his unborn child – son.

He extricated himself from her slumbering form and went in search of the servant who seemed to have become all but missing since what happened with the corset.

"Guinness?" He slipped into his room and found the black man sitting on his bed with his head in his hands. "Guinness…" The door closed and locked before he sat beside his lover. "Are you alright?" He kissed his neck, but the other man scooted away.

"What's wrong?" He nudged him. "Are you sick?"

"No…" Guinness eventually replied, trying his hardest to relax, but Edward could tell that something was bothering him. "Can we… not do it, tonight?"

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. "About that, I have to tell you something, but you can't tell anyone about it, yet."

Guinness shot him a look.

"She's pregnant," he blurted out. "And I don't want to lose them." Guinness could feel his heart drop. Was that it? Was he finally going to break it off? It was probably for the best. He felt as if he was going to go crazy if this went on. All the guilt and forbidden desires… He didn't want to end up in another household if this blew up. He knew that his master and mistress were had to come by. Most owners were cruel to their slaves, but he didn't want to let him go. Being so close to him, yet not being able to feel his affection was going to be painful.

"It's okay," he mumbled, his eyes downcast. He clenched the two small packages that were in his lap. This had also been what he was thinking, wasn't it? He just didn't think it'd actually become reality.

"What are these?" Edward asked, hoping that if he changed the subject that it'll make things less awkward.

Guinness quickly hid them behind his back as if it was really going to do anything. "N-Nothing."

With a quick motion, they were both in Edward's possession. The dirty blonde carefully unwrapped the first item. His eyes went wide as they set upon the beautiful necklace. It wasn't his wife's, he was quite familiar with all her trinkets, so at least he knew Guinness hadn't stolen it from her.

"What is this" he asked the other man. His voice was gentle, but firm. "Guinness, did you steal this?" There was no way someone of his stature could've afforded something so expensive.

Guinness quickly shook his head. "The m-mistress gave me money to purchase something, but…" Should he tell the master? What would he think knowing that a slave had bought his wife a present? "I saw this and… and it reminded me of her, so I couldn't resist buying it…"

"Monet? Why did she give you money?" Edward was growing more and more confused by the second. Were his wife and servant playing some game behind his back?

Guinness shook his head, again. "She wanted me to buy a present f-for… you. May I please have that back?" He gestured to the unopened package. 'She wanted it to be a surprise. I don't want to disobey her orders."

Edward had no problem handing the other wrapped item over, but his hand squeezed the necklace in his palm. "Tell me, Guinness. Why did you buy this for her? You could've kept the rest of the money. I know how my wife is. She is generous and would often leave enough remaining for the servants to keep. This is more than you'll ever see in years. Why didn't you keep the money for yourself?"

He didn't know how to reply. Would the master only be angrier if he told the truth?"

"Tell me, Guinness." He could feel the master's breath caress his ear and it left his heart pounding in his chest. This wasn't fair! He wasn't allowed to that after telling him that they couldn't be intimate anymore. It was cruel!

A hand rested on his knee and slowly raised up, stopping just before the pronounced bulge between his legs. "Does the sight of her make your blood sing? Does she make you forget all your senses? Did you like the sight of her pale flesh? Did you enjoy the feel of her body upon yours?" His master's words made him groan and he felt his head bob in agreement.

"Were you watching us earlier?" The hand slipped into his trousers and grimly gripped his pulsing flesh. The pressure was growing painful. "Did you enjoy it?" his master purred, nibbling on his earlobe.

"P-Please…" he sighed.

Edward shook his head. "One last night. That is all I can promise you."

Anything. He was willing to accept anything given to him as long as he could find release.

The master peeled him like a present and the two of them recreated the scene he had seen with the mistress. All the while, he couldn't stop imagining her right beside them, touching him as if he was truly worth her time.

Edward sighed after Guinness dozed off. He hadn't meant to do that, but the way his lover reacted to his wife made him so hot inside. It also gave him hope. Could he really make this work without losing either of them? To even fathom this, he'd have to confess everything to her.

He was afraid.

He was so, so afraid.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Sorry, this chapter is a little short. I'm experiencing quite a bit writer's block for all my stories, right now. I just got a new computer and I need to rearrange everything on here. It's also December, now, so I'm making millions of cards and wrapping presents! Also a lot of shopping being done. Work has also been super busy – draining the life out of me, currently.

For anyone who read my Thomas Sharpe story, I'm trying to update as soon as it's done writing. It's taking just a little longer than all my regular stories. They tend to be lengthier, but I'm really hoping to get something out this coming week.

Good thing is, I'm really watching AHS: Hotel and I'm currently on Episode Seven. I also like the premise of it and feel like I can work something out. Bad thing is, I'm finding myself really liking John Lowe, so I have a little question here. I do want to write a story for Hotel, but I kind of really want to centre it on John and an OC (Madi?).

The question is… Who should I pair Madi with?

1. John

2. James

3. Both John and James?

Thank you PsychoBeachGirl88, Mystery Angle, guests (anonymouscsifan, Mongoose Season) for reviewing!

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