My Dangerous Rogue by Paula Wong (e reader .txt) 📖

aristocracy. She was kind and independent. Righteous would be the right word. From the moment he had seen her he wanted her right then and there. No one can resist my brother’s charm, he was an expert seducer.”
Just like him.
“Handsome yes even though he is without money. Most women who bed him only want one last stands so he was happy to accept. It took weeks to win her heart. He had completely changed under those weeks. Me and the family were cross eyed when we learned that he was indeed in love. Though at first he did not want to accept it. A man such as him can never fall in love. He lives to seduce women then break their hearts the next day. Though she was begging him to love her, he cannot possibly return his feelings for her,”
This is sounding way too familiar. Too caught up in the story, he leaned forward, both of his elbows bracing on his knees.
“It was a matter of months till he had figure out that he truly in love with her. And in that matter of months, they were indeed no communication between them. That made me and my family worried. He would not eat, he would stay up all night drinking, the next day sleeping until my sister and her husband had talked some sense into him. Though in the matter of hours upon arriving on front of her home, it was indeed too late. She had already given herself to another man. They had children together, two at least. My brother was devastated. She was too shocked. The meeting did not go well as of hoped or planned so he had already gone home,”
“What had happened to him now?” He asked trying best to keep the fascinated tone his voice.
“He’s gone.” The young man said looking at the ground. “He had been so consumed with the grief that he finally decided to end his life. He died alone,”
Richard stared at the ground. He’s alright with being alone. He can be able to at least have peace when he dies, not some loud crying or sniffing of his supposed to be wife on the side of him and children on the other. “I do feel terrible about your brother but he was a coward. Not being able to face your own life even though it was tough,”
The young man looked over at him. His smile sad and yet caring. “I had told him about that too. In the past when he was still living. But he did not pay any heed. Instead he just stared at her portrait every day and every night.”
Richard relaxed back against the seat, his eyes closed. He had understood what he was going through in the past. He was in trouble yes but not desperate. He will not look at Loretta’s portrait every time of the day. He does not love her at all.
There is no way he feels that emotion toward her. This is just lust that’s speaking. Nothing more, nothing less.
“But let me assure you boy, I have no romantic feeling toward her. She is a pain in my arse. What I am just feeling is lust.”
“Lust is not that far away from love,” He answered softly. “One cannot tell what one is feeling. It is through body language and facial expressions,”
Richard looked at the ground. Maybe he is right. Maybe he was feeling more than just lust. The way she moves with gracefulness. The way she carries herself with dignity and respect. How she is always hopeful of all things. She tends to look toward the best of people. No matter how bad they are, she tends to look in the positive side. Though, very quickly giving up when something does not lit up. He remembered the way she had looked in that alley. The light from her eyes suddenly diminishing when that street man told them the story. How can one such an optimistic in her suddenly become the opposite?
He looked outside, the trees still passed by their view. The way she smiled, the curve of her mouth slightly transforming her face. The way her mouth opened when he had made love to her. The pleasure on her face when he rocked his hips against hers. The way she had called out her name when her own release took her over.
The way her body fitted perfectly against his.
Good God, he put a hand on his face. He’s in love with her. The first time they had met that was when he started feeling this damn feeling. The way she had confessed that she loved him. Why? For years, he had trained himself to be an emotionless man who didn’t give a damn. No. That was not it. He had become an emotionless man when his brother died. When he had killed him.
Shoving his emotion toward her he looked down at the ground. He can’t tell how he feels about her. She’s getting married for heaven’s sake. To the man she loves, to the man who will take care of her for the rest of his life.
Damn. He better do it right. If he’s going to spend a life time with her then he better love her every day for the rest of her life, night and day.
Loretta loves him. He’s a gentleman. Him? What does he have against Alden? He has the manners, title, and fortune. He was kind and caring.
What about him? Indeed he has title and fortune but he can never have manners. He can never love and care for someone like he can. He can never say the words she would want to hear. He wasn’t no gentleman.
He was a rogue.
And that is what he’s going to be for the rest of his life. Gambling, betting on horse racings, and sleeping with different women every night. That is the destiny God had chosen for him. No that is not it. That is the destiny that he chose.
That is the destiny he will forever cherish. He can live alone without a problem. Who needs a wife when all you have to ever need is at home? The maids, cooks, butlers. Sexual pleasures? That’s where women in the streets are for.
Whoever said that they are no good. They do bring pleasure. An immensely perfect pleasure, though he has no emotions for them. After they are done with their duty, he gives the pouch of money to them and leave the next day.
“I do see there is a lot in your mind sir,” The young man asked smiling.
“Who the hell are you anyway?” He asked cursing him silently for interrupting his train of thought.
“The name’s Roger Bearing.”
“Bearing,” He mumbled. “Well I need you for you to shut your mouth for the rest of the carriage ride. I do not have any problem with a women, sorry to disappoint you. Though I must say, thank you for the entertaining story.”
Roger smiled but didn’t say anything as he was told and laid back on the seat, his eyes closing. Richard closed his eyes as well. He was still tired and the fact that the carriage’s rattle wasn’t helping his problem. It will be a while since they arrive what if a little sleep can hurt him? He drowsed off until finally the whole seen before him disappeared, leaving him in the peaceful darkness.

A couple of hours later, after switching with the footmen for the fifth time, they had finally arrived at their destination. The home where Anne’s family was an average sized. Four story, lights filling each room.
“Feel free to get out of the cold,” He mumbled to them before walking up to the gate looking up at the postmen. “I wish to see Lady Anne’s sister, Harriett and her husband,”
“Who is the one that is speaking?”
“Richard O’Conner, the Earl of Kent.” He commented simply smiling. The man snapped out of his vogue attitude and looked behind him yelling that there is someone here to see the Marquess and Marchioness of Bakewell. And he was an earl, part of the aristocracy. “I’m so sorry sir. Please pardon me. No one usually travels to the country this part of the season. Winter is deadly.”
“I agree,” He said smiling. “Since you had brought that up, take care of my two fellow footmen. Make sure they tend to get proper care from the cold. Fetch them some hot drinks, blankets, and a fireplace.”
“Y-yes sir,” The guard said nodding, stumbling to get open the gate before motioning for the footmen to follow, they looked back at Richard, he nodded. “See to it that you get the proper care you need. I do not tend to spoil you but I do not need two sick footmen taking me back to London Square either.”
They bowed smiling, before disappearing with the guard just as the butler came to him with an parasol. “This way sir, the lady and the lord would wish to see you.”
He nodded and followed him in the mansion. It was huge, decorated with Christmas colors. It seems that they are blessed with the tradition. Opening the door, he stepped out of the cold. “Your coat sir,” The butler bowed.
Richard took off his coat and gave it to him, the hat, cane and gloves following. By the sound of the music, it seemed that they are having a Winter Eve’s Ball. “Why hadn’t I seen the carriages if there are so immensely people in here?”
“You had parked out in the back sir. The carriages and people were in the front.”
No wonder why lights were visible on every room in here. “I suppose the Marquess and Marchioness are hosting the ball as well and is present in the ballroom?”
“No sir, they are his lord’s study at the moment. Waiting for you,”
Richard nodded in understanding, as the butler resumed moving again, following after him. A couple of women giggled pass by him, looking at him a fan on their mouth, covering their lips lightly, whispering to each other. He smiled at them, bowing in greeting before following the butler again.
That kind gesture earned him a fit of giggles before they disappeared to the ballroom’s grand doors.
Before long, they had arrived in front of the study, the door closed. The butler raised his hand up to knock on the door. “Come on,” A voice came in from the room. A feminine voice.
“My lady and lord would wish to see you now,”
Richard nodded. Of course they would wish to see them now. Earlier yesterday he had sent a letter informing them that he is investigating the kidnapping of Lady Harriet’s sister. In a mere of hours later, he had received a letter back that he should come to their estate quickly. He didn’t inform this to Loretta because of the way she’ll insist that she’ll come. And he knew that cannot be possible, he cannot deal with the business that needed to be done when she had to come along. Whenever she is with him, he gets distracted. From everything really, that is the simplest way to explain it all.
She distracts him in every way. The way she sits, with her back erect, straight and firm. Her gaze never wavering when she is speaking or gazing at someone. The way she licks her lips when she gets nervous or embarrassed.
Shaking his head, he forced himself to focus on the business here alone. Nodding, he headed inside the room, hoping here, he can be able to find some answers.

Loretta woke up with the smell of fresh eggs, bacon, and eggs. She looked over at Alden, who was sitting