All the Things You Never Knew - By Angealica Hewley Page 0,26
Phillipa’s House of Pleasure by dusk,” Hargate said briskly since the maid has brought them up to a door. “You hurry and make sure to come at the right time.”
“Will do,” Longsword said, and turn back down the hall to where they’ve came from.
* * *
This is totally wrong.
The moment Rose step out of the house and decided to seek out Hargate Inn she knew she was in for ruin. But the thought of seeing, or even meeting Leon again was irresistible. She just can’t let it go. And she has to get back the invitation.
Yes, that’s the real reason she’s here.
Leon. Leon. Leon.
She just couldn’t seem to clear it out of her head.
She figured now that perhaps seeing him just once again could ease the feeling.
Yes. It certainly would.
Only one glance at that liar’s face and surely she could wipe him off clean and shine. After all, she would never forget what he’d done to her. Nor would she forget.
Never!
How she just wanted to strangle him at the thought.
Never had she ever been so…so…
Her heart seems to have stopped as she spotted a familiar face glancing her way, though not necessarily seeing her since dusk had fallen when she arrived, and bush of wild shrubs conceal her path.
“Leon,” she whispered out into the wind.
That has got to be him. She will know him anywhere, not that she wants to, mind you.
He had just jump out of a curricle–his curricle, she assumed, and was strolling towards the inn.
His hair was of a golden brown in the limited light and tousled from the riding. He was still… as charming as she had remembered, though he had aged and look more…manly. If he had not betrayed her from before she will admit that she would still fall back into his arms. Too bad she had given him the chance and he blew it away. There’s no way she will grant him the opportunity again to let history repeat itself. She would be a fool to.
Rose watches as Leon finally made his way inside the inn and sighed.
She has to get in there somehow and talk to him.
Before she could react, two heavy hands came down and grab her arms from either sides and spun her around.
“Oh ho. What have we here?”
Rose’s eyes widened in terror as she saw who it was.
A hideous man of six foot, big and broad as a giant with a heavy beard of dark curls and a wicked, wicked grin playing across his face, towered before her.
“Hello, lassie,” he said in a lazy intoxicated tone.
He was drunk and she can smell it on his breath.
Rose tries to push him off, but his hands still tighten on her and didn’t budge.
“Ah. You want to play rough tonight, don’t you? Well, darling, I can grant you that.”
Before Rose could protest, the giant threw her over his shoulder and sway heavily as he carries her…towards the inn!
Oh, God!
“Let me go!” Rose cried, punching his back with all her might.
Still, he didn’t give a damn.
“Let me go!” she cried again. “Help! Somebody help me!”
Yet, no one was around to help her no matter how much she yells.
“Shut up, you chit,” the man replied. “I’ll help you once we get to my room.”
That was the last thing on Rose’s mind. Getting carried off by a hideous man and ravish. The thought disgusted her. Someone in the inn has got to help her.
Leon?
Perhaps inside she could call out his name and get him to help her.
But no. That was also one of the last things on her mind. Someone else has got to do it.
But who?
The hideous giant pushes the door open and finally threw Rose down on the ground, closing the door behind him.
“Ow!” she cried out as she landed hard on her bottom. But despite that, she quickly stood up and back away, scanning for a person that could save her.
She lost all hopes when she saw that the inn was full of wild men and laughter of drunken arses.
One of them was swaying towards her with a bottle of cognac in his hands.
“Bruno,” he said, who Rose presumes to be the hideous giant behind her. “What have you got here for us tonight?”
He was looking at her with a hungry stare, terrorizing Rose even more.
She has got to get out of here.
“Oh no, you don’t,” said the giant Bruno man as Rose turns for the door. “I meant to pleasure you tonight as promised. Kentle, help me take her to my