She was speechless. This experience literally blew her mind. As she was trying to gather her feeling and thoughts, she felt him getting out of the bed. Sudden fear filled her soul, just as she was about to say something, she saw him undoing his pants, that instantly made her calm and relaxed again.

His pants fell to the floor and she got a good look at his naked strong body. This time it felt less shocking. But still, she could not tear her glare away from his body. He looked breathtakingly wonderful in the morning light.

He got back on top of her. Her hands situated themselves on his shoulders, as he lowered himself for the kiss. Right in that moment she remembered she could touch him. So, she started moving her hands down his back, to his bum. He stopped his kiss and looked at her. Love and care in his darkened eyes.

"You can touch me now where ever you want." He said as one of his hands grabbed hers. He slid her hand to his stomach, moving in the direction where she was trying to touch him the first time they made love.

He took her fingers and put them around his member, still holding his hand over hers. He moved her hand up and down, as the sensation started to blur his mind and his eyes flew close for a second. Slight groan leaving his mouth, as her lips opened in a slight awe of the new feeling inside her hand.

He led go of her hand, letting her feel it on her own now. Her grip slightly more strong and confident on him now, as she continued moving her hand as he just showed her.

His eyes flew open as she squeezed him slightly. Their eyes locked in a fierceful glare. Both mouths opened, not yet touching. As she moved her hand yet again up, she touched the end of him and glided her fingers there for a moment. He tried to regain himself, but he felt as he was too close for all of that coming to an end sooner than he hoped. So, taking a deep breath, he reached his own hand between their bodies and entered her with two fingers in once. That move did its thing and stopped her for a second, as the loud moan of unexpectance left her lips.

"Colin…" She muttered, her legs open more at the same time.

"Yes, dear?" He asked playfully, as he started to move his hand faster and harder inside her, noticing her neck slightly arching on the pillow.

As she gathered her strength back, she took the same pace with her own movements. And that's when he had to stop both of them, taking his hand off of her body and grabbing her hand on his.

"I want you." He whispered into her lips as he guided himself inside of her.

Her hands travelled down his shoulder to his back, nails leaving slightly visible marks, as her back arched beneath him. Her nails barely touching his skin, made him a bit ticklish and his whole body was shivering now. He looked her right in her eyes, as his movement increased. Two can play this game – he thought, as his own hand travelled down south on her body. He touched her leg, making her bent it more. His body found a more comfortable position in between her legs, as she continued to discover every cell of his upper body. He kissed her making her inhale his scent, leaving a loud moan behind and making her eyes close in a sinful bliss.

His lips on her neck. Her moans mixed with trying to catch her breath. Their bodies moving in sync, guiding them both the sweetest feeling. His hand moving in appreciation from her breast to her legs, encouraging her to relax and let go. Her own hands holding on his shoulders, nails dipping in now.

As she let out another loud moan, her back arched rapidly, her whole body tensed, as he swallowed each of the second watching her so up close, and soon enough let himself go also.

They laid in bed for what felt like forever, trying to catch up with everything that just has happened. Her head on his hand. Both laying on their backs.

"I promised my mama to have tea with her today, early morning." Penelope said still looking on the celling. "She's coming here."

"Okay, I was thinking of seeing my family also." He answered. "I'll see you in the evening then."

She didn't reply anything, just got up and started to get ready for the day. It felt sort of weird now. Is it how it's going to be now? Him getting dressed and leaving? Just like that. One second only needed for him to turn cold again? Or was he really? It didn't feel like the cold. More lost really. She had to tell him today. She already had a plan. She just needed to find a right moment to tell him.

As she was waiting for her mother to arrive, a maid entered a room, announcing somebody is here to see her, but it wasn't indeed her mama.

Who could it be then? As Penelope waited for the unexpected visitor at the room near their bedroom, she kept on reminiscing on how exactly she should tell Colin her new plan of action.

"Penelope!" Cressida entered the room with her usual confidence, as Pen was shocked by her presence. What could she want? They weren't exactly friendly.

"Cressida. What a surprise. What made you take such a long ride?" Pen asked, getting up from a sofa and talking a step towards unexpected guest.

"Oh, just wanted to talk to such an important figure in our Ton myself. Wouldn't you say you became quite famous in the recent years?" Cressida said, as Penelope tried to understand what exactly she was trying to say there.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, don't be so shy. Your breakfast wedding was indeed gorgeous, as was your walk in the city after, Penelope. Or should I say Lady Whistledown?" Cressida said, as Pen's heart skipped a bit. She could not know. She could not know for sure. – Penelope thought.

"You must be mistaken, Cressida." Their eyes locked in a madly confident stare.

"Oh, but I am not. I overheard you yesterday. And I did talk to the printer to confirmed everything." Cressida took a step closer to Penelope, as she continued. "I do have a proposition for you, thought."

Penelope took a deep breath, as she was getting ready hear whatever was coming her way.

"My silence has a cost, Penelope. I can help you keep your secret."

"And what cost is that?" Penelope asked after a small pause.

"10 thousand grand. You have two days to pay me my sum, or I will reveal your secret to everyone on the upcoming ball of your sisters." What a happy coincidence. – Pen though, as a small smile appeared on her face. Two can play this game. – Pen thought, as she said.

"I don't believe you have enough proof to tell anyone." And right after those words the door opened yet again.

"Penelope! Cressida?" Her mother walked in.

"Mama!"

"Oh, Lady Featherington. What a great timing. We were just discussing whether I was believed or not." Cressida said as she and Pen turned to look at the upcoming unannounced guest.

"What about?" Portia asked.

"That your perfect daughter here is indeed the one person all Tom is looking for years now. Our precious wallflower is indeed Lady Whistledown herself." Cressida announced confidently. "Always disappears for an hour or two at every ball. Always listening and not saying much. But indeed, saying too much." Cressida threw a quick glance at Penelope, as a shock appeared on Portia's face. "Have you ever thought how Lady Whistledown, a person who wrote all of those terrible things about your family, knew them in the first place? Why Lady Whistledown was always so protective of Bridgertons? It is all so clear, and yet it took us so long to realize." Well that indeed made a lot of sense. – Portia thought. "Penelope is the real Lady Whistledown." And with those words, all eyes were yet again on Penelope.

"Penelope?" Portia asked shocked, waiting for any kind of answer.

"You have two days to pay me my sum or I will reveal the truth to the entire Ton." Cressida threw last words to Pen, as she walked away.

"Penelope? Is that true?" Portia demanded.

"Yes." Pen confessed, looking down.

"My own daughter? The real reason for all of our struggle? I was too naïve to think you were leaving, simply because you enjoyed your peace and quiet way too much, but I guess I was completely blind." Portia started walking back and forth, reminiscing. "How could you write all of those things, about me, about your sisters?" Portia threw her hands up in disbelief. "Why would you write all of those things about your own self?" That was indeed a good question. That was a real struggle for Pen indeed.

"I…" Just as Pen was about to answer something, her mother cut her with a quick move of her hand.

"Never mind all of that. But about Colin?" Portia's disbelief grew even bigger. "I thought you love him." She said, as the thought dawned on her… "Oh my God, does he know?" Portia asked terrified.

"He knows." Penelope confirmed finally looking at her mama.

"Okay." Portia said still trying to catch up on everything. "Well, he cannot find out your actions led to blackmail." Portia suddenly stopped and turned to her daughter.

"No, I will not lie to him again." At that moment Pen regained her confidence back in a matter of seconds. She could not lie to him again. Neither did she plan in the first place.

"Penelope, you don't understand, those are…" Portia started, taking a step closer to Pen.

"No, mama. That's my decision. No lies. I have a plan."