"I've missed you, Eisley," he said the moment Grace was no longer in sight.
Eisley held on to the spoon, never letting go or replying.
"I've missed you. Come back home, huh?" Magnus held her wrist, and she quivered, moving away gently.
She finally looked at him. "You miss me? Cecily could entertain you. Why do you need me?"
"If you were ever jealous, you should have said, why did you act like you were fine? Listen, Eisley, I promise to treat you better, and you can be the head over Cecily,"
Eisley chuckled, "So, she's going to be there?"
"What? No, I mean,"
"I'll never go back to you," Eisley paused and looked at him. Magnus, being patient, was already losing it. "I said never!" She said primly.
"Shut your mouth, and you owe me your life, Eisley. Have you forgotten your mother's debt? How do you plan on repaying that?" His tone filled with disdain.
"I already did, five years, you beat the hell out of me for five good years, you fucked and used me as you pleased, it's over now," Eisley's eyes gaped wide, her veins bulging her forehead as she said through her gritted teeth.
Eisley laughed, "You. You think Mr Kent is your saviour. Do you think that beast is capable of love? Or do you think you, a fish, can seduce a beast? "Do you think Mr Kent is capable of falling in love? You must be mistaken. He uses dumbs whenever he feels like you are not going to be the first or the last lady he would fuck and dispose of. Get a grip. He fucks not love, he doesn't cuddle or care, until he tosses you out, don't come crying,"
Eisley blinked carefully. "Watch me. I bet he has better manhood and does it better than you do. I'll give it my best while I am at it. Did I ever tell you? You suck at fucking a lady. Even Cecily knows that"
Magnus wrapped his hands around her throat. "You bitch," he glowered.
Eisley smiled. "This look, I've always wanted to see it on your face. There's more I hope to see," she managed to say, feeling Magnus's grip tighten.
Magnus released his grip and moved away. Eisley's smile didn't disappear until he began to laugh. "If I can't have you, Eisley, no one can. You are not allowed to be happy. I'll tell you when to!"
Eisley nodded. "Go ahead, try your worst,"
Everything Magnus had said had sunk into her head. Even though she pretended not to care or dwell on it, it grew like a seed on a fertile ground.
Eisley stopped at the front of Irwin's bedroom, consumed with her thoughts. She pushed the door and entered inside. Her eyes popped open, and she immediately turned back. The room was silent, and suddenly she noticed that in the mirror she was staring at, she could still see Irwin's butt. He was completely naked. His ass was firm, and the muscles on his thighs were thick.
Eisley turned around, sizing him from his broad rigid shoulders to his butt and his thighs. She had never seen a man's body look so sexy that it turned her on.
Her heart was palpitating with fear. The fear of being caught, she flushed immediately, her whole body burning with lust, her legs arching slightly. Irwin took a short, wearing it, and once he was done, he turned around. Eisley immediately did the same, catching her red face in the mirror.
"I'm sorry! I should have knocked!" She spat, knowing she wasn't sorry at all. There was no response. Eisley turned around gently, and her hands tightened on the tray to find Irwin smoking quietly without a shirt.
"Are you really sorry? Or do you want me to strip more for you?"
"What? No, I came to give breakfast. I should have knocked," her voice echoed.
"Drop it and leave," He ordered. Eisley's eyebrows lifted. He seemed colder today.
"I'm really sorry," Eisley dropped the tray on a wooden table, and about to leave, she paused at the door.
"Do you think Mr Kent is capable of falling in love? You must be mistaken. He uses dumbs whenever he feels like you are not going to be the first or the last lady he would fuck and dispose of. Get a grip.
Eisley turned around, moved closer to him and dropped to the floor. She started this, and there was no way she would let Magnus win or laugh at her.
"Get out, Eisley," Irwin whined, exhaling the smoke. "If this is about your husband, leave. I don't want to hear anymore, and he is probably signing the divorce papers. You would be free soon,"
Eisley blinked, her eyes gliding the floor, "Marry me?" She asked anxiously. The muscles in her throat slowly unwounded as she waited for a reply.
An awkward laugh bubbled out of Irwin's throat, along with a few words. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I know it, you can't love, maybe you don't want to. Don't you think it's better? I won't ever trouble you to love me. You don't have to love me. I only need your protection. Once Magnus signs the divorce papers and I leave, he will make sure to kill me or take me back, but if I am married to you, he won't. He can't do anything. You don't want to get married, but it will only be in the papers. I can sign a prenup if you want. I promise never to leave with anything," Eisley breathed heavily as she rushed her words, hoping it would convince him.
"What do I benefit from it? I would only create an enemy out of my men,"
Eisley looked up at him. "You've already done the moment you touched and kissed me before him. I have nothing to offer, and I know that, except for my cooking skills and body, but I promise to serve you, and that also means in bed, I want you to do as you please, please,"
Irwin put off his cigarette, resting against the sofa.
"You're going to prove it, and I want to know how much you can do anything if I find out you still love him. I won't hesitate to end you, Eisley Mercer,"