The Westerfield Affair
“He’d just deflowered his bride before the wedding. Not only that, he’d dragged her out of the ball and to his home unattended, which was a far greater scandal than the one Kitty had caused.He pulled out of her slowly, trying not to further her pain, his cock already deflated as reason had returned.It was unforgivable.He felt nauseated. Trembling, he picked up a blanket and covered her with it, then sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling her into his arms, cloaked in the blanket. She pressed her face into his chest and sniffled.“Kitty,” he choked, trying to sort out the events of the past hour. “I’m sorry—I should not have done that. I lost my head.”“It’s all right,” she said, though he could feel her entire body trembling. “I’m so terribly sorry for the way I behaved,” she wept. “I never should have treated you so rudely, and I should have listened about the champagne.”“Kitty, I have to ask—what’s going on between you and Lord Fenton?”She lifted her head to answer him.
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