Next morning, Saturday, Agatha found herself sitting next to Lanceil and in front of Vincent in the dining room. She didn’t expect to have breakfast with the Grim siblings.
Today, she and Lanceil would go on a date.
Her heart was engulfed with happiness, as she looked forward to this day. Yet she didn’t know she had to start the day with this inconvenient situation.
The three of them ate breakfast quietly.
“Vincent,” finally, Lanceil spoke.
Agatha peeked at her boss while eating soup.
“Did you find a place to stay? I heard you had a talk with our father.”
When Lanceil brought up his father, Agatha frowned. She recalled what Sebastian showed her about the investigation into her father’s murder. And among them, Lanceil’s father was included.
‘It can’t be. Must be a coincidence,’ Agatha thought before looking at the two again.
“Father said there will be a new project,” Vincent said, putting his spoon down and staring back at his older brother. “He wants me to work with you. But I declined. That’s why I could not ask him to give me a place to stay. Just bear with it for a while.”
“I see. I can help you if you want.”
“It’s fine. I know you’re busy enough.”
“All right.”
Once again, they all became silent. In the middle of the tranquility, something struck Agatha’s toe.
‘What was that?’ she wondered.
Is there something below the table?
A strange thing touched her ankle. She wanted to try to ignore what’s the tapping was. Her heart pounded violently in an anxious mind. Agatha began to become conscious of the thing happening under the table.
With a disapproving expression, she looked forward and stared at Vincent, whom she took care of last night.
Vincent’s let suddenly came into her dress, pulling her one leg up.
‘This sh*t!’ Agatha shouted inwardly. She wanted to swear at the ungrateful man who was playing indecently while they were eating together. But…
“Oh right, I heard a silly story, brother,” Vincent said to Lanceil.
“What story?” Lanceil asked, chewing.
“Do you know Mrs. Juliet Hambrug?”
“I do. What’s with her?”
“She married Mr. Hamburg last month. Right?” Vincent continued, while his foot made a circular motion around Agatha’s ankles.
Agatha frowned even more, and Vincent loved how she reacted.
“Mr. Hamburg found out that Mrs. Juliet approached him on purpose, and fooled him. Mr. Hamburg filed a divorce,” Vincent continued.
Agatha’s heart thumped. She looked at Vincent and found out what he was trying to say.
‘You sh*t. After I took care of you last night, you dared to threaten me?!’ she complained.
More than that, Vincent’s foot underneath was explicit! And yet, Agatha could say a thing because right now, Vincent was threatening her!
In the midst of that, Lanceil, unaware of Agatha’s heart, turned off his attention from Vincent, and Vincent acted as if nothing happened.
Vincent soon put the last piece of food in his mouth and set the tableware down. And seeing him, Lanceil gave a dismissal order.
“Now that you have eaten, shouldn’t you get up?”
“I need to rest a little bit,” Vincent said.
That didn’t even work.
Agatha also joined in with the desire to kick him out.
“Isn’t it uncomfortable to stay at the same table with the maid?”
“Oh, it’s okay. A maid is a part of the family too.”
Neither of them worked.
Vincent, naturally resting his chin while lowering his hand, rubbed Agatha’s foot, which had been dragged by him.
‘What is he doing with my foot!’
Agatha shouted using her eyes.
Suddenly, her foot touched something hard. No matter how much she thought about it, it wouldn’t be Vincent’s hand.
‘Isn’t that…’
Lanceil took a few moments to poke food with the fork, while Agatha glared at Vincent with eyes.
‘This pervert!’
Vincent grinned and rubbed her feet against his er*ction.
Agatha bit her lower lip.
She knew from day one that Vincent has a high libido. But was it necessary to do this while blackmailing her?
Was he quiet for a long time, preparing to do this madness while Lanceil was with them?
Whatever Vincent’s reason was, this is not normal.
And the fact that something was flowing between her legs despite the opposition in her mind, Agatha admitted things were getting crazier.
‘I can’t believe I am getting wet for this bast*rd’s sake! I am sitting right next to Lanceil!’
Is she this lewd?
Agatha doubted herself over and over again.
Seeing the confusion on her face, Vincent smirked.
Agatha became restless at the feeling of her undies getting wet. She crossed her legs, and tried to hide it a little, but it only got worse. Eventually, she could not stand it anymore and tried to get up by pulling her butt behind her.
But only the chair rattled in place because of her feet being held by Vincent, which was enough to get Lanceil’s attention.
“What’s wrong, Agatha?”
Breathing sharply, Agatha answered, “N-Nothing. There’s nothing wrong.”
Vincent’s brows went upward. This was evidence for Vincent that Agatha would do anything just to keep her secret hidden.
‘Does it mean I can use her all I want?’ Vincent thought of an evil idea caused by his desire.
Thinking that, his thing gradually grew in size. It can be clearly seen from the top of his pants.
‘But not today. Lanceil cannot find this out,’ Vincent added in his thought before he neatly released Agatha’s feet.
Agatha quickly organized her dress and pretended nothing had happened.
“I rested enough. I will go now.”
Vincent left the dining room. After he left, Agatha was relieved.
It was really a bad breakfast for the heart.
“Agatha,” Lanceil called.
Agatha turned her head to her boss, A.K.A, her current boyfriend.
“I am ready for our date today. Should we go now?”
She felt guilty for going on a date with Lanceil after letting her body be affected by Vincent’s touch. However, she looked forward to it, hoping that on this date, she would forget everything: Brett, Vincent, her father, and her secret.
“Let’s go, Sir.”