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It is almost midnight and everyone still stood around talking
amongst each other. The eager chatter continued and laughter
sounded in the air. Fiona forgot all about James as she talked to
Lord Collins. He wasn't a bad looking guy. He's a potential
husband and he seems very sincere. Lord Collins was a good
looking man. He is as tall as Alex with blonde hair and hazel
brown eyes. Fiona could see that he is well built with the coat
hugging his arms.
"Back then when my mother was well she use to go out into society
enjoying special events and occasions but it seems now that she's
ill she hasn't the energy to come no more." Lord Collins said to
"That's terrible. It must be stressful to see someone you love
ill." Fiona began. "I know I won't be as strong as you are."
He smiled gently at her. "I might be strong on the outside Lady
Fiona but on the inside I'm a horrible weakling. I love her very
much and to make her very last wishes come true is what I want to
do. I want her to be happy..."
Fiona knew exactly what he was saying. He's trying his hardest
but it seems he's falling apart at the same time with pretending
to enjoy the stay and courting ladies but really he's worried
about his mother and he wanted to be home with her by her side.
"Lord Collins, you would make her the happiest mother alive and
she will definitely feel better soon. God knows best and he would
not make you suffer if you don't deserve it."
He took a drink from his wine glass and gave a sad chuckle. "I
don't know if there is God, Lady Fiona."
"Don't lose hope at all, Lord Collins. You have to trust me on
this." Fiona wanted to make him happy-to reassure him.
"I think we are past formalities, Lady Fiona. You can call me
Nicolas." He replied.
She smiled then. "All right. I'll call you Nicolas but you, dear
sir, have to call me Fiona."
He chuckled lightly. "You are a delight to talk to after many
repeated conversations. It is refreshing. Plus, you made me a
little bit happy with hope."
"Thank you." She replied. She was then interrupted by seeing
James walk to a nearby corner with Lady Keira behind his tail but
he wasn't looking at Lady Keira. Instead, he was looking at
"Fiona? Is everything all right?" Nicolas asked her.
"Oh yes, definitely." She responded turning her attention back to
"You seemed miles away for a second there." He replied.
"Oh I do apologize. I tend to do so sometimes."
"No worries, you aren't the only one." He said. He stepped a
little closer to her. "You are quite different from other ladies
in the room."
She gave a nervous laugh. "Yes, well that's just me being me."
"And that Fiona is what is revitalizing about you. For a lady,
you are very open hearted." He said.
She blushed. "Thank you."
"Your hair is falling." He said and smoothed it back without her
permission but it was an impulse.
"Thank you for fixing." She nodded hoping that no one caught that
little small movement. She likes Nicolas. He is a very sweet man
and she wouldn't mind marrying him-her thoughts were interrupted
when James came to her side instantly.
"Lady Fiona, your brother needs you." James said lowly.
"Does he?" She looked around the room and frowned. "But he isn't
in the room."
Damn her, James thought. He wanted her for himself. He didn't
like how Lord Collins had touched her. The minute he saw from the
corner of his eyes how Lord Collins have reached out to smooth
back some of her loose hair made James blood run cold and his
heart thump even harder. He doesn't know why his reaction was
like this but before he knew it he was beside her side and when
she looked at him questioningly he didn't know what to say other
than that to get her away from Lord Collins but then she had to
"He had asked me to take you to him." James lied smoothly.
Her eyes narrowed scrutinizing him then it relaxed. "Very well.
Well, it was nice speaking with you, Lord Collins."
"It was a pleasure, Lady Fiona." Lord Collins bow and looked at
James lifted his arm as Fiona hooked her arms through his.
Possessively he placed his hand on top of her hand that was
placed in the crooks of his arm. They walked to the foyer.
"I can't believe you would be deceitful like that, James." Fiona
"I didn't." He lied yet again.
She turned her gaze upon him. "What is your problem, James? One
minute you are all over Lady Keira and the next you are all mad
at me for something I didn't do to you."
So she did see him with Lady Keira. She was just ignoring him. He
pulled her into a library and shut the door. She didn't notice it
because she was still fuming over the fact that he was such a
"What is my problem?" Yes, what is your problem James, James
thought. He didn't even know what he was doing. His anger took
over him. He ran a hand through his hair. "I don't know."
"Why are you doing this to me?" She looked at him straight in the
"I-I…" He stopped. He didn't know how to continue. "I don't like
you being Lord Collins."
"You have no right to choose who I am with or who I will be
with." Fiona gritted out. He definitely has no right to be in
control of her-especially when he is just her brother's best
"I know but it's not like what you think it is." He muttered.
"Then what is it, really James? Because I am getting confused as
to what you are trying to tell me." She stepped closer to him. So
close that she could feel his breathing on her.
"I get angry when I see you with any other men." He looked into
her eyes and it showed so much passion and desire. She couldn't
seem to back up.
"You do?" She whispered.
"I do." He replied and his lips came crushing down on hers as he
kissed her possessively-showing her physically how much he
desires her. Her body shivered in response and she wrapped her
arms around his neck.
"What the hell is going on in here?" A voice boomed in a distant
but low enough only for anyone in the library to hear. James
broke away from Fiona and stared at her brother.