Chapter 89 - Pushed To Bed

''Are you certain that whatever I do won't anger you?" He stroked her chin gently as he looked into her grey orbs which were a little dazed. 

Esme felt the roughness of his thumb grazing past her face as it moved away from her chin as his hand moved to the side of her face. His thumb rested on her ear while the rest of his fingers moved behind her ear as they raked inside her hair. Her heart picked its pace and she instinctively closed her eyes when he leaned closer to her. 

Feeling the caress of his warm breath on her skin, a shiver ran down her spine. Her mind stopped working the moment she felt a cool sensation near the corner of her lips. 

Esme could hear her heartbeats, they were resounding loud and clear in her ear. 

Her toes curled up when his lips moved on the corner of her lips, the heat was spreading through her neck and she was breathless. 

"You want more?" came the teasing voice of the man and her eyes snapped open. 

She glanced at the man who had stepped back from her at some point and he was now looking at her with an amused glint on his face. Esme could still feel the lingering warmth of his lips on the corner of her mouth and her heart was palpitating. 

She wiped her sweaty palms on the material of her gown as she tilted her head to look at him, only to avert her gaze a moment later. 

''Breath, will you?" He whispered as he looked at her with eyes filled with mirth. 

"Someone is coming,'' Esme said in one breath and she turned around before walking towards her bed with a nonchalant expression on her face, but her gradually reddening cheeks were a giveaway of her innermost thoughts. 

Aleister glanced at her retreating back and the corner of his lips tugged up, "We will talk about this later then,'' He said while looking at her silhouette through the curtains. 

''We have nothing to talk about,'' came Esme's voice from the other side. 

''Oh, it's alright with me if you want that,'' Aleister paused for a moment before he added, ''But I thought you were curious about what happened in your Kingdom.'' 

As if she realized something, she quickly said, ''You wanted to talk about that?" 

''What did you think I was trying to talk about?'' Aleister asked her meaningfully. 

''My Lord, the King has asked for your and My Lady's presence for dinner,'' A maid's voice came from outside the room. 

''We will be there,'' Aleister waved his hand. 

The maid, who was standing outside the door, was stunned. The Prince sounded very different today for some reason. 

''I will inform them,'' The maid bowed before she left. 

''You should leave first,'' Esme said and soon she heard the sound of retreating footsteps. 

Letting out a deep sigh of relief, she slumped on the bed and raised her palm to look at it. Her finger twitched slightly as she placed it on her lips. In her excitement of meeting her brother, she said that no matter what he does, she won't be angry.

But despite him doing this, Esme felt more embarrassed than angry. 

After making herself look presentable, Esme stepped out of the room, and just as she tilted her head from her gown, she found an intense stare fixated on her. 

Her eyes clashed with the pair of ice-blue eyes and the man who was leaning back on the wall straightened up, ''Let's go,'' He extended his hands towards her. 

''Are you taking advantage of me?" her face was still burning even though she was trying to keep a straight face. 

''How did I take advantage of you?" Aleister sounded like the most innocent person she would ever come across. 

Her lips thinned. 

''By taking advantage, you mean….''

She interrupted him, ''I don't mean anything,'' She did not want him to say aloud what he did neither did she want to be reminded of how shamelessly she forgot to move away from him. 

''You can't say it like that, Esme. You said you won't be angry no matter what I do. I was trying to know if you will stick to your words or not,'' He stroked her palm while saying that, ''So delicate,'' He whispered while looking at her lips. 

The hair on the back of her neck stood up and a blush crept up her face, ''You…'' She averted her gaze, ''Why didn't you tell me about it beforehand?'' She asked. 

Much to her relief, he did not keep teasing her, ''Your reaction of being abducted would not have been natural then. We had to make your brother think that his little sister is being taken to the wolf's den.'' 

Esme focused on his side face as he talked. He was a pleasant treat for the eyes. She cleared her throat, ''When you dragged me out of the music room, I thought something bad happened.'' 

He raised an eyebrow, ''I was hoping for you to be scared instead.'' 

She shrugged, ''You don't scare me,'' As he glanced at her, she continued, ''You never do.'' 

The corner of his lips tugged up ever so slightly only for her to notice it, ''Then, when did you realize that I was pretending?" 

''When you pushed me to the bed…'' She paused. For some reason, she felt embarrassed while phrasing it in such a way. 

He looked amused and stopped walking as they reached the dining room, ''Can't I push you to the bed without any pretense?" He whispered. 

Just as her lips parted, he entered the dining room while holding her hand and Esme tried to keep a straight face.

When Aleister dragged her out of the music room, she was confused but when he pushed her to the bed and acted a bit violent, Esme understood what he was up to. When she heard the sounds of approaching footsteps, she quickly got into the act. 

And her brother fell for it.