THE GENERAL'S DISGRACED HEIR

15  Chapter 15: YOU REMEMBER OUR AGREEMENT, RIGHT?

"Fuck you, brat," Gareth cursed under his breath, his head on the ground as the unforgiving sun bore down on him. "I'll get you back, you swine. Just fucking wait, Prince Charming," he continued, his anger unrestrained towards the young master and Vivian. "She thinks she's safe. That bitch doesn't know what's coming for her," Gareth simmered as he constructed his plans to get back at them. "Yes, yes, that's it. I'll fucking tear them apart bit by bit," Gareth concluded, patiently waiting for the sun to dip so that he could commence his plan.

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The encounter had left David mentally drained. Every muscle in his mind ached with the exertion of playing a part. He craved the solace of his quarters, a place to strategize and refine the elaborate web he'd begun to weave.

"Blast it all," he muttered, a flicker of disappointment crossing his features, "Completely forgot about Katrina and lunch." A pang of guilt, a rare visitor, pricked at his conscience. Sighing in disappointment, he retraced his steps through the grand corridors of the estate.

Navigating the labyrinthine halls proved more challenging than expected. He stopped a passing maid, his voice uncharacteristically polite. "Excuse me, could you point me in the direction of the main wing?"

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The young woman blinked, momentarily taken aback. David's sudden shift in demeanour sparked a flicker of confusion in her eyes, a silent question hanging in the air. Yet, the memory of his past pronouncements, delivered with a sneer and a scowl, was a potent reminder of his potential wrath. She stammered out directions, her voice barely a whisper, before scurrying away without a backward glance.

David, understanding their fearful behaviour, did not mind. His thoughts were too preoccupied to dwell on it. As he walked back to the main wing, the opulent surroundings blurred into a haze of gold and marble. He needed a quick snack before retiring to bed and strategizing his next move. "Will I meet Katrina in the dining room?" David mused, his thoughts drifting to her.

The thought of Katrina made his little brother twitch and his mind lustful of her mature body to his otherwise cold and calculating side. He imagined her waiting in the dining room, her presence a soothing balm to his weary soul. He quickened his pace, the sound of his boots echoing through the silent halls.

A sudden scraping sound snagged David's attention, pulling him away from his internal scheming. It was a curious noise, a dry rasp like bristles scratching a rough surface. Intrigued, he followed the sound, his steps echoing softly down the plush hallway. The noise grew louder, leading him to a doorway. He peeked in, a sliver of surprise slicing through his usual nonchalance.

The room that unfolded before him was a vision of extravagant indulgence. It resembled a royal bathing chamber from a forgotten tale, a spa fit for a mythical being. The centrepiece was a magnificent, circular bathtub carved from a single block of marble. Its surface shimmered like moonlight on water, bathed in the soft glow of strategically placed lamps. The tub sat on a raised platform, surrounded by a carpet so plush and intricately woven it looked capable of swallowing your worries whole.

But it wasn't the luxurious setting that made David's grin widen into a mischievous smirk. In the centre of this opulent tableau knelt a figure clad in the simple uniform of a maid. It was Shay, diligently scrubbing the magnificent bathtub with a frown etched on her beautiful face. The image of such a fiery spirit reduced to such mundane tasks sent a jolt of amusement through him. This unexpected encounter promised a delightful interruption to his day, a chance to stir the pot and see what fire he could coax out of the usually playful maid.

A mischievous glint sparked in David's eyes. Shay, blissfully unaware, continued her scrubbing. With a silent chuckle, David crept up behind her, his movements as smooth as a stalking panther. In a playful manoeuvre, he cupped his hands over her eyes, effectively plunging her world into darkness.

Shay shrieked, a startled gasp escaping her lips. Her first thought flew to Meissy, the young, energetic maid who often delighted in playful pranks. "Meissy! Stop playing around, I'm in the middle of something!" she declared, irritation lacing her voice. But the sound of amusement that followed sent a tremor through her. It wasn't Meissy's familiar giggle.

"I don't believe I know a Meissy," a voice chuckled, a sound both playful and strangely alluring. "But whoever she is, she must have truly annoyed you judging by that delightful scowl."

Shay's breath hitched. Her body tensed, a tremor running through her as she strained to identify the voice. Recognition dawned, slow and sharp. "Young master?" Her voice was a surprised whisper, laced with a hint of apprehension.

"The one and only," David replied, his voice a low murmur close to her ear. Before she could launch into an apology, he cut her off with a gentle finger to her lips. "Shh, no need for apologies. Just a little amusement, wouldn't you say?"

Shay's cheeks burned with a blush that had nothing to do with the exertion of scrubbing.

David's words, "Don't mind me, go on with your work," hung in the air, leaving Shay bewildered. Uncertain but unwilling to disobey the young master, she continued scrubbing the smooth marble walls of the bathtub. As she scrubbed the grime off the tub, she felt David's hands glide beneath her waist, brushing against her body as they settled on her perky breasts beneath her maid uniform. The contact sent a shiver down her spine, a stark contrast to the coolness of the marble floor beneath her knees.

David gently fondled her modest breast, squeezing and realising at intervals forcing a small moan from Shay. Leaning closer David whispered, "You remember our little agreement, right?" He inquired as he squeezed harder her fit-size bust resulting in a small cute yelp.

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