Chapter 11: His Daughter, Caught.

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The next morning, January awoke to Sebastian gently stroking her hair, tea tray in tow behind him. She smiled a little, before sitting up to place a gentle kiss on the demon's lips. Sebastian placed a freshly poured cup of tea into her hands and she offered him a grateful smile.

"Are you alright with your business today, January?" Sebastian enquired, making his way to her wardrobe and opening it, his hands disappearing into the rows of exquisite fabrics and his eyes darting from dress to dress, deciding which one she should wear to visit her home. January scowled at him over her teacup, a bitter taste making its presence known on her tongue. Just the thought of returning home so soon made her stomach flip with nausea and resentment build inside her chest. The tall blonde boy flashed in her mind, that wicked grin that was usually plastered across his face made it very smackable. January silently prayed that Cassius wouldn't even be there today. Hopefully, by the grace of God, he would be visiting his betrothed and would be away for the entirety of her visit.

Very unlikely, January thought to herself, scowl still present on her features as she lifted her tea up to her rosy lips to take another sip.

"My dear, your face will stay like that if you don't at least try to crack a smile at some point during your visit." Sebastian teased her from his place at the wardrobe, and January rolled her eyes at his silly comment. Placing the teacup back onto the tray, January flung the covers away from her and approached Sebastian, who was now debating between two dresses; one consisting of a cobalt blue, adorned with simple white ruffles around the low neckline and at the ends of the sleeves, and the other a pale pink dress that was elegant yet plain. Sebastian tilted his head, deep in thought. January smirked at him, a light laugh escaping her lips.

"My, you are so invested in how you're going to dress me today. I didn't realise you were such a fashion mogul," Sebastian shot her an unimpressed look before she continued, "I bet you'd give Nina Hopkins a run for her money." January chided him, before pointing at the deep blue dress.

"I prefer this one, I look like a type of marshmallow dessert in pink." Sebastian smirked, and turned to her, a sultry look clouding his scarlet irises.

"Oh, but you are my dessert, my dear." January couldn't resist the blush that crept up her pale neck at her lover's unexpected comment. Sebastian chuckled, before putting the pink dress away and dressing January in the cobalt dress as she had requested. January walked over to the floor length mirror next to the wardrobe, and nodded her head in satisfaction.

"Shall we head out now?" Sebastian gestured to the open door, and January nodded her head in agreement before heading out of her room and downstairs to the front of the manor, Sebastian just behind her. Just as they reached the huge front doors of the manor, Elizabeth appeared from the sitting room, Arthur snuggled against her chest and her luxurious skirts of pale blue swishing over the marble flooring. January shot her a genuine smile and wrapped an arm around Lizzie in a half hug.

"Thank you for doing this personally, January. I knew I could count on you to be a huge help." Lizzie leaned in closely to January, her lips inches away from her ear. January raised an eyebrow in confusion, "And I'm not supposed to tell you this...but I've had a discussion with Ciel, and I've convinced him to offer you a permanent place here!" Lizzie whispered excitedly. January's eyes widened as she realised what Lizzie had said, and a wide smile spread across her face. January whispered a small 'thank you!' before turning on her heel and heading out into the carriage outside. Sebastian helped her inside, before giving directions to the driver. He joined her in the carriage, sat snugly next to her with their hands intertwined.

Within an hour or so, they were arriving up the long gravel path of January's home, a mansion that was smaller than Ciel's and with only one large garden. January felt a nagging anxiety start to build in her stomach, and slowly it filled her body as their carriage approached the front doors of her home. Sebastian stood up, opening the door and offering a hand to January.

"We're here now, my lady." He said smoothly, seemingly unaware of January's nerves. She let out a sigh as she took his hand, stepping out of the carriage and onto the gravel. Sebastian glanced around him, before placing a gentle kiss onto her forehead. January smiled meekly, beckoning him to follow her into the mansion.

Upstairs, inside the Huxley household, Cassius' morning gaze is interrupted...

Upstairs, Cassius watched a carriage approach. A scowl formed on his face as he glanced back at his father who was busy scribbling his signature onto a mountain of paperwork. Turning back again, he sees the carriage make its way up the gravel pathway and towards their front doors.

"Father, are we expecting visitors today?" He asks, his voice low with irritation. Alexander looks up at him, his eyes vacant for a moment before registering what Cassius had said.

"No, I do not recall anyone arranging a meeting with any of us…" Alexander starts, before looking away in thought. Then, he turns back to his son who is now sat in front of his desk, "Maybe it's your sister, showing her face so that we know she's not died of some kind of terrible disease yet." Alexander said lowly, his voice gruff and lined with anger. Cassius smirked, nodding in agreement.

"I think you're right. She hasn't been around for...what, 5 months now? Poor Aurora has probably forgotten who she is." Alexander let out a low chuckle at his son's comment. Cassius' face dropped and a frown replaced the smirk that was there a moment ago.

"Mother has missed her, though…" Alexander looked up from his work, holding his son's gaze.

"Your mother only misses her because you're already betrothed to someone, and Aurora is too young to be married off." Alexander said plainly, "Your mother misses January because January usually never leaves the manor, unlike you and I. Your mother will get over it once January is gone for good."

Cassius smirked, and strolled back over to the window where he could see the carriage that was now outside the doors, and sure enough there they were; Sebastian, Earl Phantomhive's elusive and untouchable butler, and his younger sister January taking his hand to step out of the carriage. Cassius' eyes travelled up and down her body, taking in how much she had matured in these last few months. Still, she was of petite build but her hips had widened and her breasts looked like they had moved up a cup size or two.

And then, as Cassius brought his gaze back up to view his sister's face, he was blocked by the raven haired butler placing a kiss on his sister's forehead. Anger bubbled inside him at the very sight of the butler daring to touch his sister.

His sister.

Cassius turned away from the window and left his father's study without haste, hurrying downstairs and making his way into the main hall. There, just coming through the front door was his whore of a sister and that pompous butler, followed by his own maid Ada. January was smiling widely at Ada, it written clearly on her face that she had missed her maid. Sebastian held a small smile on his face, and Ada guided him away within moments to seat him in their small sitting room whilst January was visiting. Cassius stormed over to her, and without even greeting her, he grabbed her arm tightly, and pulled her off into the broom closet under the stairs.

"Cassius, unhand me!" January said, her voice laced with hatred and her eyes burning holes into him, "You're hurting me!" January ripped her arm from him and held it to subdue the pain that ached in her arm. Bruises would be there soon, she knew it.

"You whore! I saw him kiss you!" Cassius raised his voice slightly, hovering over her. January scowled at him, shoving him away from her.

"He did not kiss me! He merely embraced me because I was nervous. Sebastian and I are good friends." January spoke with a hardness, refusing to let her voice tremble or let the tears that brimmed at her eyes escape.

"Friends?! He's a butler! You are from a wealthy family! You have a title to uphold!" He spat at her angrily, annoyed by her unwavering stubbornness. January rolled her eyes at him, snorting slightly.

"Oh, please Cassius, it's not a secret to anyone that you will bed any woman with a pulse. I feel sorry for your poor fiancée Mercy, she deserves someone better than you." January retorted, and Cassius saw red. Before she knew it, Cassius had slapped her hard in the face and she stumbled backwards, her body sagging against the collection of brooms and mops lined up behind her. Cassius opened the door, stepping out and reaching in to hoist January to her feet before dragging her out of the cupboard.

"You're an insolent girl, and you deserve every evil that you encounter." His fist was tightly balled in her hair now, and he was whispering into her ear. Tears pricked at her eyes and soon they were flowing freely down her face.

"No man will ever love you. First I tainted you, and now you're the butler's own slut. What an example for Aurora you turned out to be, sister." Cassius let go of her hair, before sauntering away and back up the stairs. Halfway up, he turned back to her, his face emotionless.

"What was it that you wanted, anyway?" He asked, his voice uninterested and monotonous. January glanced up at him as she wiped her damp cheeks.

"Lizzie gave birth to a boy about a week ago. Ciel is throwing a ball in honour of the birth of his son. He asked me to invite our household personally." January brushed through her messy hair with her fingers, "All I ask is that you pass on the invitation. It's on Friday, starting at 6 o'clock." January held her hand to her sore cheek, the stinging distracting her. Cassius nodded, and carried on up the stairs. Within seconds he was gone, and she was alone again.

January sighed, turning and making her way back to the sitting room to find Sebastian and Ada.

I hope to never see this place - or that man - again.