Chapter 14: Arrival and Gift

Janice awoke the next afternoon to a soft kiss on her cheeks.

Her nose flared at the familiar musky cologne that wafted to her nostrils. She opened her eyes slowly and let out a sigh as she spotted Jules at the foot of the bed.

His hair looked dishevelled, and she noticed he had discarded his tie and jacket, leaving only the inner shirt which was rolled.

"When did you arrive?" Janice murmured, groggily, whilst sitting up.

She braced her back with a pillow and groaned as she kneaded the muscle at the back of her neck.

She had met with the Queen earlier before she came back to bed to do some training on how to maintain an excellent posture. Five heavy books were atop her head, and each had toppled to the ground the moment she took a step forward.

The queen had hissed, scolded, and insisted she did it over again, even though Janice had looked like she might pass out from standing for too long caused by the rigorous activity.

It had taken up to two hours for her to get the book to sit on her head and passed the test as well.

"I came here as soon as I arrived. Did you miss me?" Jules inquired, tilting his brow.

He sat on the bed, gripping her left foot. His soft hands played with the toes for a while before he massaged them.

"No," Janice whispered.

Her skin tingled at his gentle caress. She kicked the duvet to let him have access to the other foot as well.

Jules's brows lifted as he stared at her. He knew she was lying because he had got a message from Maggie and even a voice note she had recorded without her consent stating how she missed having him in the same room.

He thought of how she would react if he played the audio, so she would listen to her voice.

"I believed I am well-informed that you missed having me here, even as I irk you most of the time."

"Maggie and her big mouth!" Janice muttered.

"So, did you miss me, Madame?" Jules prodded.

"Okay, I missed you," Janice glared. "Are you happy now?"

"Of course, I am." Jules chuckled, patting her feet.

"Aha!" He exclaimed whilst tapping the back pocket of the black pants he donned. "I bought this for you."

Janice's eyes widened as she clutched the tiny blue box he extended towards her. "What is in it?"

"Open and see for yourself." He urged, tucking a stray white lock behind her ear.

She gasped as she opened the box. "How…?" Janice trailed off whilst assessing the golden necklace and earrings with her.

No one had ever got her a gift before, let alone getting what she wanted exactly.

"I saw you checking them out at the airport," Jules said. He remembered how her face had lit up as she watched the necklace, which was displayed in a glass. He wanted to see the same reaction again on her face.

"This is so beautiful." She muttered, hoisting the box to her eye level. She liked its simple, yet sophisticated look, but she was aware of its cost.

"This is costly."

Jules shrugged as he took the necklace from her. "It didn't put a dent in my fund. It's just a minor thing."

Janice shook her head as she watched him unhook it. She didn't know how to appreciate him because she had barely got a gift from anyone while growing up. Not even her parents.

Instinctively, she closed the distance between them, and let her lips collide with his.

She felt him stilled, and his body hardened as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

Mortified, she stopped when she received no response to her kiss. "I'm sorry." She said, staring at the bed.

"No, I'm sorry," Jules replied, lifting her head to gaze at her. "You stunned me."

"No, it's fine." Janice asserted with a small smile. Her gaze left the bed to stare at him for a brief second before glancing away.

"May I?" He inquired, lifting the unhooked necklace in front of her.

"Yes." Janice bobbed her head before lifting her hair from her neck.

"This is my first ever gift because I didn't receive any while growing up." She beamed as she clutched the gold hourglass pendant.

"I can send you a gift each morning to cover up for the lost childhood." Jules said.

"Thank you, Jules," Janice said, blinking back the tears that pooled at the corner of her eyes. "You are so nice to me."

"You'll be my wife soon, and the mother of my heir. That is the least I can do to make you happy always."

"I'll repay this," she vowed.

"You don't need to. Just remain beautiful and happy for me." Jules murmured, caressing her cheeks.

For a moment, Janice would have thought he was in love with her. If she didn't know, it was all a ruse to keep her in the dungeon that was his room.

Jules twirled her hair in his hand before he tugged her to him.

The blouse she donned rose, and his pupils dilated as he glimpsed at the tiny bump in her stomach.

"My heir." He murmured, stroking it.

"The baby can be an heiress, you know," Janice said.

"I know it's a boy, but I don't mind having a little girl with your eyes and hair later."

"It's too early to tell what the gender of the baby is." Said Janice, as she tried wiggling from his grasp.

"I know that," Jules affirmed. "But it's not too early to do this."

His head dipped, and he took her lips in a sweet kiss.

Janice's hand scrunched under his shirt as he cupped her backside and lifted her onto his hard-on.

"You are so sweet, Madame," Jules murmured as she let him slip his tongue in her mouth.

"I want you now." Janice moaned as he placed his lips on her neck.

Without further ado, Jules thrust in and let out a loud groan at the sweet feelings that erupted inside him.

"Shit," she cussed.

Jules increased the pace, and her back arched.

Janice gripped his shoulder, letting out a shriek.

"You are so loud, Madame," Jules said after a while.

She blush and the thought of the queen or maids hearing them ran through her head.

"Don't worry, I like hearing you moan out my name." He rolled off her and pulled her to him.

Janice smacked his chest lightly as he chuckled.

"Jerk." she murmured, drawing tiny circles on his chest.