The Morning After

The morning light filtered faintly into the room. Molly lay awake, her fingers lightly brushing Henry’s face as he slept. A victorious smile tugged at her lips.

I can’t believe this... I finally spent the night with Henry. Soon, everyone will call me Mrs Williams, she whispered in her thoughts.

She chuckled softly. Just one vial of that drug, and he was burning with desire. Who would have thought Young Master had such little resistance? Not that it’s his fault—my girl knew exactly what I wanted.

Beside her, Henry stirred, rolling over to change position.

He might wake up. Time for plan B, Molly thought quickly, shutting...