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Post by Larten Stopel on Jul 11, 2008 12:45:13 GMT -5
Larten looked down and dident want to say anything else . He walked out of the room to go fetch his father . He sighed and closed the door behind him .
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Post by Cleo Frost on Jul 11, 2008 12:48:24 GMT -5
Cleo heard Larten leave and relaxed, full of relief. Talking with him was so draining. He always interpretated what she was saying in the wrong way, he was demanding and then he would just swoop down and kiss her as if that could make it all better. Cleo couldn't deny his kisses were enjoyable, but his overall manner, although at times attractive, was unnnerving and erratic.
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Post by Leven Stopel on Jul 11, 2008 12:52:51 GMT -5
Leven walked his way down to the hospitial wing . His son had informed him that Cleo wanted to talk to him . That was two hours ago ...Leven was a busy man . Leven walked in to find Her asleep . " Hello " he said .
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Post by Cleo Frost on Jul 11, 2008 12:57:54 GMT -5
Cleo woke to Leven's voice, this time she knew it was Leven. She sat up slightly, wincing as she jarred her knee. "Thanks for coming" she said softly. She ran a hand through her hair, tring to tame her tousled locks. She knew she certainly didn't look as polished and well manicured as on their meeting. She looked up at him, wondering how he felt about the whole situation.
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Post by Leven Stopel on Jul 11, 2008 13:05:04 GMT -5
Leven sighed . " No problem " he said . He looked at her knee and frowned " Well...My son told me what happened ....Very Bad indeed ....have you thought about my offer ." he asked .
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Post by Cleo Frost on Jul 11, 2008 13:28:41 GMT -5
Cleo murmured gracefully about her accident before focusing on the subject at hand. "I have, constantly." she admitted, brushing her fringe out of her eyes. She felt vulnerable but she pushed that feeling down, she had a feeling that leven was the sort of man who would exploit someone's weaknesses. "I wish to discuss it further with you" she began, drawing breath to steady her nerves. "What exactly are you offering?" she asked.
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Post by Leven Stopel on Jul 11, 2008 13:30:43 GMT -5
Leven sighed " To get away from your parents and come live with me ....And money from your wildest dreams ." he said straitghening his coat and shirt .
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Post by Cleo Frost on Jul 11, 2008 13:38:49 GMT -5
Cleo's brow rose a fraction. "Why the sigh sir?" she asked, "If I did live with you, what would be expected of me?" she asked, continuing her questioning. Without Larten's implications she was well aware of Leven's character and reputation. "Please sit" she said politely, gesturing to the bed next to hers which currently lay empty.
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Post by Leven Stopel on Jul 11, 2008 13:41:09 GMT -5
Leven rose his eyebrow and sat down in the bed " Well...To show respect....And to not get killed " he hid his words well . He meant that if she wanted to live ...Do what he says...Or ...Get killed .
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Post by Cleo Frost on Jul 11, 2008 13:45:55 GMT -5
Cleo was used to dealing with men like Leven, her parents positively pushed them on her and she noticed the delicate wording he used, noting it for later. "What position would I have in your household sir?" she asked, eyes modestly downcast, playing the role of submissive woman to perfection, carefully shielding her mind so only innocent surface thoughts could be discovered. "I apologise for the questions, but I wish to know what I would be undertaking with my eyes open" she said carefully, neither implying her acceptance nor rejection of his offer.
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Post by Leven Stopel on Jul 11, 2008 13:57:37 GMT -5
" You will be like....My daughter " again he shielded his words . What he thought of a daughter was to do his every whim . " No its fine " he said eyeing her silently .
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Post by Cleo Frost on Jul 11, 2008 14:01:21 GMT -5
Cleo's gaze flickered up, surveying Leven briefly before her gaze was modestly lowered once again. "Sir you may call me too bold," she started, "But I am the daughter of my parents, the purpose of your offer is to release me from my obligations to them. What will I be doing except exchanging one home for another?" she asked. She bit her tongue to prevent herself from saying anymore. She had seen how he looked at her, she had tasted his kisses, a man did neither to his daughter.
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Post by Leven Stopel on Jul 11, 2008 14:20:57 GMT -5
Leven's eye flickered red . " No....If you dont want to its up to you...Now make your decision ....You will be free....I wont hold you down like your parents." he said .
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Post by Cleo Frost on Jul 11, 2008 14:29:42 GMT -5
Cleo bit her lip, prepared to push it slightly further. "It is fear, Leven." she said softly, using his name for the first time. She looked up, looking him in the eye. If he said that he would not hold her down than we would accept her spirit and boldness. "It is fear that would drive me from my parents and into your arms." she continued. "Fear of the unknown. Please, I need to know everything." she broke off, wondering if there was another way she could find the information she was desperate for. "Your son, Larten, claims to love me, I could not share a home with him. I could in time grow to love somebody" she said, not specifying who she meant. "Would I be free to go where I pleased, do what I want? All within reason of course, I was raised properly, in a traditional Pureblood household, I know proper decorum and I would never shame you." Cleo looked away for a moment. There was one more question she wanted an answer to, but it was the question which posed the biggest risk. "Would I be your mistress?" she asked softly, her gaze averted from Leven.In the woods she had known his desire for her, had known that he wished it had gone further from a kiss.
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Post by Leven Stopel on Jul 11, 2008 14:36:02 GMT -5
Leven's eyes shot open in surpise " Mistress ?" he asked himself...He thought about her words and made a mental note to beat Larten . " My Mistress....You can say that " he said with a charming smile . His son was such a fool to think that this beutiful girl will ever fall for him .
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