Chapter 47: A loyal playboy
"Why are you doing this?" Cass couldn’t stop his mouth. He was too flustered, and he’d never been in someone’s lap before. This was too much, and he hated that he could feel the outline of his-
Cass wasn’t going to think about it.
Even if he was sure his face was flaming and that Lord Vespertine was up to something. He needed to focus on something, anything else, besides the way the man’s hands felt on his back, or the way that the carriage rocked subtly meant they were rubbing together even more.
Cass was still avoiding looking into his face, doing his best to not provoke him, or antagonize him. Cass was too weak. Way too weak. This was a problem. He’d never been this weak in his real body. Maybe he needed to start...working out or something. Get some meat on his bones.
Cass nearly screamed when Lord Vespertine squeezed the parts of Cass that he had underneath his hands. It was a slightly ticklish sensation, and Cass was horrified to find out that Lord Blackburn was ticklish. Cass had never been, and it felt embarrassing to find out.
Lord Vespertine chuckled, and Cass hated how it sounded like a victorious sound coming from the damn man.
"Because it’s fun?" Lord Vespertine responded and Cass felt rage fill him. Fun? Fun?! This was fun to him? The man was fucking married, and in the story he had been about as dedicated to Lady Fiona as Lord Ridgewood, which was saying something! Lord Ridgewood was practically Lady Fiona’s personal bodyguard, even if she didn’t need one.
While Lord Vespertine looked like the perfect prince, Lord Ridgewood had all the actual behaviours, and had protected her several times in the book, especially from other nobles. He was a silent man, who loved his wife.
Lord Vespertine looked like a playboy, but was supposed to be loyal to his wife. It was a gap thing. Looked like a piece of shit, wasn’t actually one. Well, at least to the person who he chose.
Cass was not that person.
They were brother-husbands. Married to the same lady. They should not be in this position, especially after all the shit that he hadn’t done when everything was going down. Draken, Cass could make a small excuse for after he’d kind of attempted to confront him about it. There had been no way to really get through to him, so Cass had made a concession for him.