That same night, we traveled to the north of England. London was huge and brightly lit at night. I had never seen such an imposing city up close in my life. I had always lived in York, and I had never been allowed to have too many ambitions; a plate of food and a place to sleep were more than enough for a child who was an orphan and who was surviving at the expense of others, so it never left me. Likewise, I was allowed to know places and do things that normal people did routinely, even if I wanted to.
But today Garrett Ward took me to London, and I was in complete ecstasy as I looked in awe at the sprawling metropolis I had only seen on television and in the media. Yorkshire was beautiful, but compared to London, it was like my hometown was nothing more than a commonplace in the eyes of Queen London. I was really enchanted by everything: the tall buildings and thriving buildings that had an air that was half Victorian and futuristic at the same time. Time; all the people dressed in dark but chic overcoats walking down the road with their umbrellas in their hands; the fresh city air; the wide but polluted River Thames that was right under my feet as we crossed the bridge to the other side of town... I was so euphoric that I couldn't stop smiling.
My boss took me to his mansion in London, which was in an elite living area overlooking the River Thames. Unlike the Wards' castle in Yorkshire, the Wards' mansion in London was all bright, and the floors were all polished and manicured. The place was so fresh and pleasant that I wanted to live in London forever. "Make yourself at home. After all, soon this place will also be yours." Garrett spoke to me in order to make me more comfortable so that I could get along with his space and things. I smiled gratefully and went to hug him. I was simply radiant at the wonderful things that were happening in my life up to that point.
"All that matters little to me; what matters to me is having you as my husband, Mr. Ward." I said, smiling greatly at him. He caressed my face, smiling too, and took my hand.
"Come on, I'll show you to my room, the place where you'll sleep with me." I giggled, and he laughed with me as we climbed the stairs to the floor where his quarters were located. The room was huge, and the bed wasn't far behind. I threw myself in there, exclaiming like a happy child, which drew a hearty laugh from the man. I ran my hands through the fabric of the soft and fragrant sheets and laid my body there, closing my eyes. Not only that, but I was already tired from the long train journey from York to London. Although the train had been first-class and quite comfortable to travel on, the journey had still been dull and tiring.
"It's so good to lie in that nice bed!" I exclaimed, rolling over in that giant bed. When I was on my stomach, I felt my ass being slapped by Ward's strong hand, which made me let out a little scream of indignation.
"Aren't you planning on taking a shower before bed?" He asked with an amused smile on his face as he unbuttoned his shirt. I grumbled, not liking the idea of having to go shower first when I was so tired.
"No shower, please. I'm so tired." I groaned, hugging the pillow tightly and closing my eyes.
"Don't be lazy, kitten. Go take a shower because today I intend to suck you a lot." He spoke naturally, and I opened my eyes. Was he talking about sex? I had already realized that my boss's sexual appetite was too great.
"No sucking; today I'm too tired for sex. I just want to erase and sleep." I groaned, and he dimmed the room light after getting rid of his clothes, then laid down next to me.
"So neither you nor I are going to shower today. Turn your back." He asked, and I turned my back to him, and he started unzipping my dress and then unhooking my bra. After getting rid of my clothes on top, he made me turn to face him and adjusted himself in me leaving me hugging him while his mouth was on my breasts sucking, I smiled in my sleep. This time I was spending with him, I could also see that Garrett Ward liked to fall asleep sucking my breasts, not in a malicious way, but as a habit that even he didn't understand.
"You're like Arthur, only thirty-five years older than he is." I cooed, smiling as I lazily stroked his hair, appreciating that act of his, he mumbled something, not wanting to take his mouth off my breast, which made me laugh sleepily, I could see that he was too sleepy. "You don't need to answer anything, let's just go to sleep because tomorrow we have a very busy day."