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“Likewise, dear. You’re one lucky man, Wallace,” Malcolm says to Ace.
“That I am,” he answers as he places a soft kiss upon my cheek. It’s gentle and innocent, of course it’s all for show.
“Master Servite,” says the guard who stands at the doorway. “Dinner is ready.”
Thirty-Eight
WESLEY
Here she stands in front of me looking like a true goddess in that crimson dress.
An angel with eyes the perfect shade of blue, a body carved by the gods, and an attitude that makes my craving for her intensify. Everything about her reminds me so much of my beloved Lilith.
She’s the spitting image of her mother only somehow more captivating, enticing, and tempting, oh so tempting. I’ve kept her at arm’s length until the perfect moment, for the precise moment I needed her, and tonight is that moment. No one, especially not her, is aware of what I have planned tonight. Not even my nephew, the king whom I have bred to take over for me when I am done here.
But after tonight they all will know.
Part two of my plan will commence. This part noone is aware of, but they’ll have no choice but to follow. Scarlett Steele will be mine one way or another, I’m just not ready for her yet. But once I am, not even the devil himself can stop me.
Thirty-Nine
SCARLETT
We’re escorted out to the yard of the mansion where a large table is set up under a gleaming canopy covered in twinkling lights. The moonlight reflecting off the pool beside us makes it look oh so magical.
On the table is an assortment of delicious looking foods, enough to feed a village, and there are place settings for at least fifteen people around the long table. I notice Warren Servite, Ace’s father, is standing at the head of the table with a woman with blonde, almost white, hair dressed in a white lace dress. She is stunningly gorgeous and instantly I know that has to be Ace’s mother.
Apparently, she is a former model who comes from a very well-connected family. That and the fact that Ace’s sister Wynter is a spitting image of her. Ace lowers a hand to my back and guides me to a seat beside him, with Bass sitting to my left, Alec to his left, and Beck to Alec’s left.
Thankfully, Agent Servite sits at the head of the table to Ace’s right, with an empty seat next to him. The Smoaks sit to his right, then the Silvers, followed by two empty chairs and finally the Servites at the end of the table. I sit uncomfortably, not knowing what to expect when two more guests emerge from the house. Both equally dressed to impress, the man with dark brown hair and the woman with beautiful blonde curls.
“Carlisle, Priscilla, so glad you could join us,” Agent Servite says.
“My apologies, Servite, you know how long this woman takes to get ready,” answers the man Agent Servite referred to as Carlisle.
“Of course, my dear Priscilla, you’re looking marvelous. Please, before you sit, I’d like you to meet my guest of honor,” he says motioning me to stand. “This is Scarlett Steele, Ace’s girlfriend.”
At the mention of me being Ace’s girlfriend, they both stiffen. A crude look appears on the woman’s face as the man, Carlisle, clears his throat turning to Ace.
“I wasn’t aware you were in a relationship, Wallace,” he says, ignoring our introduction.
“From the moment I met Scarlett, I knew I had to have her as mine,” Ace says, hugging me to his body as he places a chaste kiss on my cheek.
“Of course, you’re beautiful, my dear,” Carlisle says, looking at me.
His wife however is still looking at me with scrunched brows and a fake, thanks to all the Botox, smile on her face.
“I am Carlisle Prescott, and this is my wife Priscilla.”
And there’s the reason for their insolence. These are Carrington’s parents. Of course they’d be upset to find out Ace, their daughter’s one and only obsession, has a girlfriend who is not their daughter.
We take a seat as three women dressed in French maid uniforms serve us our plates. I look up from my spot at the tableand see the empty seat in front of me. I turn to Ace questioningly, and he scowls at me shaking his head as if he knows what I’m thinking. I raise a brow and he grunts, lowering his face to the plate placed in front of him. I scoff and turn toward Agent Servite.
“Agent Servite,” I say, causing the murmuring to stop as everyone’s focus is now on me. “Are we still expecting someone? I think it’s rude to eat if not everyone has arrived.”
“You are absolutely right, my dear, where are our manners? My guest should arrive any minute now.”
“What is it with all the mystery tonight, Wes?” Malcolm Smoak asks him, and I hear the other’s whisper in agreement.