Stand By Me Darling
Chapter 315: A Genuine Mistake And a Playful Teasing

Chapter 315: A Genuine Mistake And a Playful Teasing

Talia and Arthur, didn’t want to let each other go and danced for another song. Talia remembered that day they danced in her apartment for this same song. Back then she never thought that they’d come this far. There still are some hurdles before them that they need to overcome, but as a couple they have grown a lot closer and she loved it.

The overwhelming joy and her love, spilled through her eyes, making her more beguiling. With the warm lightings in the hall, combined with the warmth their intimacy brought and the way her eyes spoke volumes of her love for him, Arthur really forgot where he was. This kind of feeling was a rarity for him who always tired to be aware of himself in public. As the the song was going to end, he bent for a kiss.

He wanted to express his love for her; in a simple way, just like she expresses with her eyes. She loved his kisses after all!

Talia came to her senses only when his lips were just a couple centimeters from hers and turned her head immediately. Her heart beat so fast, she thought it would burst. Looking at his eyes, she felt disappointment. She could already hear the murmurs from around her, from the people around them. Some of them were sneering at her. Or that’s what she thought.

I knew he’d do something to get back at me for dancing with Walter. But isn’t kissing me in public like this going too far? Why? Why is he getting jealous for no reason and tries to humiliate me in public?

Talia’s throat went heavy and she didn’t want to look in his eyes anymore. If she did, she’d have seen Arthur looking at her apologetically. She didn’t want this to be talked anymore than this and decided to act like this never happened.

Leaving his embrace with her polite smile she perfectly faked, she left the dance floor and started conversing with others who chatted with her. She knew acting casual will mitigate the situation very easily and that’s what she did. But her heart was still beating like crazy wondering how terrible the papers are going to write about her and her palms went chilly.

Just when the issue with Cyrus is resolved, she felt like she’d be trapped in another scandal and this time it would assassinate her character.

She wanted to weep, but held back her tears. Her eyes turned red and she looked tired. Arthur on the other hand, watched her suffering and looked at the floor depressed. He knew he had screwed up, but it really wasn’t intentional.

He wanted to explain it to her, but watching her not even turning to his side accidentally, he was despaired. Her eyes that were lustrous with happiness just moments ago, had now turned dull and lifeless although she was smiling as usual. He could sense she is really mad and wanted to calm her down immediately.

As he silently watched her socialising with others in the hall, his eyes met with Jerome Brunton’s and he felt a pang of pain in his heart. Jerome just sighed looking at him and Arthur gulped not knowing what to say to that old man who looked disappointed in him.

I have to make her feel better!

Noticing Talia leave the hall through the staff-only exit, he followed her. He was stopped by a guard and after attempts of failed bribery and coercion, he found Sir Robert looking at him with a mean glare. Not willing to dwell on why her bodyguard is more angry at him than her grandfather, he proceeded to beg the bodyguard to let him follow her to coax her.

After getting the pass from Sir Robert to follow her, Arthur walked through the narrow halls, that reached to an exit. He knew she has gone to the ’secret resting station’ she arranged for her friends and herself.

Apparently, the garden attached to the dance hall will be occupied by youngsters who are getting ’busy’. According to reliable sources, no single shrub would be left without a ’hugging’ couple and the entire garden will be filled with moans of couples in heat after midnight. The Spring Ball was attractive for many youths only for this reason. And so his Iris mentioned she had arranged a private spot for her friends and herself to rest without getting disturbed by those horny couples.

There were thick shrubbery all around as he exited and the entire place was dark, except for the silver moonshine. The well-lit dance hall and the music from the hall, were seen and heard very well, but this place that was covered with tall hedges, stood separate from the dance hall.

Holding the mug he had closer, Arthur walked to the only place that had a brighter lighting in this area. She should be there.

"Fred! You’re a f#cking idiot! I hate you!"

He was welcomed by her angry shout and he smiled.

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"Let me go check on her!" Jolene said writhing, as she tried to stop the hand slithering inside her skirt.

"Why? She’s just overreacting! Who’d care about who she kisses in a Ball? This is not the nineteenth century," The man, placing his knee between her legs, made sure his hand reaches inside her skirt.

"Not here, farty!" Jolene pinched his hand making him wince. "This is why men are unreliable. No matter what the century is, it would always be the woman’s fault and you never realise that. People aren’t going to say ’He tried to kiss another woman while he is engaged with another woman’! They will say, ’She seduced a man who is already engaged’! And stay away from me. I don’t want to start a rumour with you!" Jolene pushed the man away.

Well, she tried... But the man still stood firmly in front of her like a cedar tree as if her push was a breeze caressing a tree.

Why does Talia consider him a immature boy, when he is this.... Jolene could only gulp seeing the handsomeness of the man in front of her.

"Call me ’farty’ again and see what I do!" he was not impressed at all as his reddened eyes expressed. She should say, this guy who seemed goofy at most times, looks extremely handsome when he gets serious.

What a shame! He can never be mine!

"Wasn’t that your nickname back in your highschool? I heard it from a reliable source. Why are you angry? It suits you... You look like a Farty McFartacus," Jolene giggled before she gasped, as his finger had reached her inner thighs.

"Stop...Not here." she begged. "Or I will break our partnership!" she added as his sharp eyes trained on her lips.

She knew this guy has gotten horny and won’t stop until he gets satisfied. She was not going to lie. His hungry look, made her hungry too. But she looked around. They were still in the dance hall, behind a big pillar in the corner of the room. Everyone were doing their own business and no one seemed to notice them till then.

Yeah, till now...but it is not safe here. This won’t be the place to go to the next level. She didn’t even want to get caught talking with this guy, much less getting caught having s*x with him.

"I don’t want to ruin my military uniform either!" he snorted and although his expression relaxed, his hands were still inside her skirt. "You $@^! and I have to change sheets after each time. But here, I can’t walk around with my trousers wet," he leaned to her ears and whispered in her ears.

Jolene’s heartbeat raced out of embarrassment and her face went red like a tomato. She gritted her teeth trying to control her emotions.

This sly guy! Only he could make her do ’that’ out of all the s*xual encounters she had - few as they may be. Must he talk about it every chance he gets?

"Well, gee! I apologise. Maybe I should let Your Highness go so you could return to his healthy habit of sleeping in the same smelly sheets for weeks! Find a woman who lies like a dead fish and be happy. Leave this dirty person then!" Jolene really didn’t want to seem embarrassed by him and spoke angrily.

"Did you get mad? Don’t be mad..." the man leaned closer and tried to kiss her lips, but she turned her face and his kiss ended up on her cheek. He didn’t try to move his lips away and Jolene getting trapped between the sturdy chest and the marble pillar, didn’t know how she will escape or if she wanted to escape.

His hot, scotch favoured breath fell on her cheeks and her chest heaved up and down as his finger started to caress her most private part under her skirt. Her hands clasped the sleeves of his prim and proper navy uniform. "And by the way, the ’reliable source’ you mentioned... She lied! It was she who farted loudly during geography class, and I - an innocent , who was seated behind her was forced to take the blame... I was called names throughout highschool both openly and secretly because of her. Any opinion?" The man’s fingers paused and he looked at her in her eyes.

Jolene’s eyes widened with surprise. HE REMEMBERS?

"You’re surprised? Just because you stopped wearing glasses and that awful pigtails, you thought I won’t recognise you, rusty?" he smirked.