Strange Feelings

BRIELLE’S POV

Brielle considered lifting her hand and knocking on Lord Darius's bedroom door as she stood before it.

She raised her hands, then lowered them again. “Fuck!” She muttered under her breath.

Was she doing the right thing? For the hundredth time since she’d stood here, she asked herself, but the jealousy and guilt gnawing at her soul wouldn't let her turn around and go down the corridor, back to her room.

Brielle had been overwhelmed with an unfathomable form of envy after hearing the gossip and whispers from the submissives about Madeline organizing a party that Lord Darius was purportedly hosting.

She was enraged at him for not informing her about the event, and she was even more envious that he had hired Madeline as the event coordinator — a position previously held by the late mistress, Lady Delilah.

Did this mean he had more respect for Madeline, appointing her to be in charge pf something so important?

Not that she could even take on the task if appointed, but he wo