No longer a fantasy

Bernard's POV

I paced around the living room, feeling tense and anxious. Victoria was on her way, and I couldn't help but be nervous. All these years, I have wanted her. I have craved to hold her in my arms, and now, as if it's a dream, it's about to happen.

“I'm against this, Bernard,” my wolf spoke angrily, but I shut him away and suppressed him from talking to me. Nervous and curious, I checked my wristwatch and realized it was almost 8 PM, with no sign of her yet. I knew she was avoiding being seen by anyone, so she decided to come in the dark. Not that I cared if anyone saw her. It's not like we were doing anything wrong, right?

“I'm at your gate,” she announced through telepathy, and my heart skipped a beat. “Come in and lock the gate,” I spoke firmly, trying to hide the uneasiness in my voice.

She closed the mind link without saying a word. “You can do this. Don't let her see that you're nervous,” I mumbled to myself and sat on the one-seater couch. I rested my back on the couch and assumed a confident posture, waiting for her to walk in.

Within a minute, the door to the living room opened, and behold, she walked in dressed in a black fitted dress that revealed her outstanding figure. Her hair was let loose on her shoulders, and she didn't apply any makeup, yet she was incredibly beautiful. Once again, I found myself falling for her all over again.

She maintained her posture as she walked up to me and stood before me. Gosh, she was so breathtaking. We held each other's gaze, and neither of us looked away. It seemed we were lost in each other's eyes. Finally, she broke the gaze and cleared her throat.

“Bernard,” she called.

“Victoria,” I responded.

We both remained silent until she heaved a deep breath and took her seat. I could see she was as nervous as I was, but the only difference was that I didn't let mine show. I watched her move her gaze around, and without being told, I knew what she was checking out.

“The apartment is clear. No one is here,” I announced, and she nodded. “Then let's get down to it. I have to go back home,” she said casually.

I stared at her and could see that to her, this was just going to be mere sex to fulfill her part of the deal. But to me, this was going to be more than sex. I love this woman, and whatever I was going to do with her was nothing but lovemaking.

“Lord Bernard,” she called out when she realized I hadn't said a word after her statement.

“So, do you need a drink,” I asked and received a deep frown. “Bernard, we're not here to chit-chat or make merry. Neither are we here to discuss a business deal. So, I suggest we get down to it,” she said firmly, causing a heavy sigh to leave my lips.

I wanted to tell her that this wasn't just sex to me. I wanted to tell her that I never stopped loving her. But I knew all of that wouldn't to reach her.

“Very well then,” I said and stood to my feet. “Come with me,” I said, but she shook her head. “Your room? Hell no,” she refused, and I turned to hold her gaze. “Do you think I will fuck you on the couch?” I asked.

“Yeah, that's what's supposed to be done. You can’t have sex with me in your matrimonial bed,” she tried speaking, but I cut her off.

“This isn't my matrimonial bed; my matrimonial bed is back in London. This is my apartment, so come along,” I said and turned to walk.

As I climbed the stairs, I noticed she wasn’t walking behind me, but when I got to the top of the stairs, I saw her slowly walking after me.

I led her to the master's bedroom, walked into it, and made way for her to enter before locking the door.

I walked further into the room, poured myself a glass of whiskey, and took a sip. I turned to her and realized she was still at the door and hadn't taken a step.

I moved away from the bar and sat on the bed. Slowly, I took a deep breath and looked at her. A mixture of emotions clouded her eyes: pain, anger, fear, and hatred.

She clearly didn't want this, but I believed it was because it was our first time. Soon she would get used to being in my arms.

“Come forward,” I demanded and took a long sip of my drink.

I watched her hesitate for a moment before she left the door, walked, and stood before me. Tears welled up in her eyes, and I knew it took everything in her to stop herself from letting them fall. I wished I could pull her into my arms and tell her how much I loved her, but Victoria is as strong as a kernel.

“Take off your clothes,” I ordered, avoiding her gaze because I knew if I looked at her, I wouldn't be able to do what I wanted.

I watched her hesitate for a moment before she went for the zipper of her gown and slowly unzipped it.

I watched as she pulled the dress from her stomach, down to her knees before stepping away. “Gosh!” I gulped as I gazed at her half-naked body. She wore a matching set of red lace underwear, and I could vividly see her nipples through the bra.

I saw her gulp, and I knew she hated this, and many ladies would have pleaded for we not to do this, but she was Victoria, and she would never beg. I watched her unhook her bra, took it away, and let it fall on the floor.

I took a long sip of my drink as I stared at her firm breasts. She was no longer a fantasy; this was real.

She didn't hesitate to take off her panties, leaving her totally naked before me. My dick stirred in my pants as I stared at her neatly shaved pussy. She was breathtaking, and I couldn't stop myself from staring lustfully.

“Can we get on with this?” she spoke, angered and pained, and I responded as coldly as I could. “I'm not in a hurry, Vicky. We have the whole night to ourselves," I said with a smirk and noticed the disgusted look in her eyes.