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Post by Chelsea on Dec 7, 2008 23:01:29 GMT -5
((If I can remember where I stopped at….let’s hope it’s semi correct.))
Theodore snickered at Caprice’s reaction to his closeness. It reality he had very little interest for the child. Child…like she was any younger than him. That’s how he was though. To Theo, everyone was beneath him. Maybe is head was stuck too far up his own ass. He respected one person and one person only…and that was his farther. He feared his father and his father’s disapproval of him; his only son. Fear brought out respect though.
He eyed the coupon box again as the two girls begged him to take one. His jaw twitched, a rather bad and uncontrollable habit he seemed to have acquired over the years. Caprice was threatening him, albeit, her words were true in a sense. His father would not pleased what so ever that he was not participating in the charity. All he was supposed to do was come to the event, shake a few hands, and make some small talk here and there. He did not sign up for charity cases. A sneer over took features as he was about to deny yet again. Since when did he let anyone tell him what to do? He was about to tell them off, he was… before a strong hand clapped down on his shoulder.
“Late again?” His father’s low voice whispered into his ear. Theo immediately tensed up at the unexpected encounter. He muttered the best apology he could. His father pulled away from him and looked at Caprice and Beatrice. “What are you ladies up to this evening?” He asked as a small and fake, no doubt, smile graced his middle aged features.
“They are selling coupons,” Theo replied before they could, “You know…for makeovers and such.” Another jaw twitch. He smiled…no smirked…Theo never smiled, towards Caprice, “Be a dear and pick one out for me?”
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Post by Alison on Dec 7, 2008 23:16:37 GMT -5
Caprice’s green eyes narrowed as he never took another step backward. Oh god how she hated him, and his smirk. She was not beneath him. Heck, they were in the same House and year after all. If anything, she too would think that others were beneath her, but she was too nice of a girl to even think of something like that.
Beatrice watched as his jaw twitched and she giggled to herself before smiling to another man who just received a shoe polish. Beatrice took the man to a chair and got to work on his shoes. It wasn’t just for women, it was also for men too. Caprice raised an eyebrow as he stood there, and then the middle-aged man smiled at her and Beatrice. She smiled back warmly, although knowing that the smile was pretty fake, even for an old man.
Weren’t old men supposed to be nice and warm? The smile on his face was just cold to the extreme.
Caprice suppressed a shudder as she watched the head of the company smile at Theo. Caprice smiled. “Not just makeovers, but also massages, and shoe polishes.” Caprice added with a thorough glare over to Theodore. Caprice just sweetly smiled back. “It’s bad luck if I pick out the coupon for you. You have to do it.” She still held the box in her hands as she moved it closer to him, putting the box effortlessly inbetween her and him so that he doesn’t get closer to her.
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Post by Chelsea on Dec 7, 2008 23:36:18 GMT -5
Theodore barely noticed as a man came over and got a shoe shine coupon. He was too busy glaring at Caprice. It was odd that his eyes cold show so much distaste, and yet he was trying ever so hard to smirk as nice as possible because of his father’s presence…which was stressing him out to no ends as well. His nostrils flared in annoyance as Caprice couldn’t even pick him out a coupon. She was useless. His father’s booming laughter didn’t help at all either.
“I agree, son,” he said eyeing the box. “It appears harmless enough. What’s the worse that could happen?”
“I could be subjected to a make over,” Theo replied through clenched teeth. He knew that you had to pay a certain amount, and that he could refuse if he wanted to, but still this all seemed so childish and petty.
“Oh, Theo, you do worry too much,” his father said glaring down at him slightly to show him just how much his own son was annoying him by not taking a damn coupon. He averted his eyes from his father’s cold on and pursed his lips.
“Fine,” he reluctantly said trying to hold on to as much of his dignity as he could. He shot a glare at Caprice one last time. It was her doing for getting him into this mess in the first place. He slowly reached into the box and pulled out the first one that he felt. He unfolded it and let his eyes travel across it’s use lazily. His eyebrows knitted together, and then a short chortle escaped his lips. “I think I might have hit the jack pot, really.”
He looked up from the coupon to Caprice and smirked. He grabbed a fifty dollar bill from his pocket and gave it to Caprice. “I don’t carry small bills. Sorry, love,” he said with a glint in his eyes. His father was gone at this point, having been swept away from one of his cohorts. “Tell me, Caprice, what are you doing for the next seven days?”
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Post by Alison on Dec 7, 2008 23:50:19 GMT -5
Caprice tried to hold back a smirk as she watched Theo try to act nice to her infront of his father. It was amusing, really. She had no idea that he had such impatience for his father to leave, so he can be his snooty cold self. But it was also amazing to see the self-control he had to try to be nice. She smiled as he watched his father and Theo converse back and forth.
Beatrice smiled as she took the twenty from the man. “Thank you very much.” She said with a smile, as the man left. Leaning against the table, she watched as Caprice and Theo “talked.” She grinned and waited for the right moment. Caprice sighed softly as she tugged on her low pigtail braid. She blinked as she looked over at Theo to see him with a full fledged grin on his face.
Caprice narrowed her eyes at the word "jackpot" and "seven days." She blinked. “School?” She ventured, she did have college to go to. She blinked. “What do you mean?” She asked confusedly. She leaned forward and gasped to see the words, “Master/Angel: Servitude for 7 days.” Caprice’s eyes narrowed dangerously as she turned around to see Beatrice sneaking away.
“GET.BACK.HERE.” Caprice gritted through her teeth. “What is the meaning of this?” Beatrice turned around and gave her a simple smile. “This what?” Beatrice asked innocently. “This coupon! Master/Angel!” Caprice hissed, not wanting the other customers to hear. Beatrice giggled. “Hun, you need to lighten up. It’s just for a week. And, you might get love out of it.” “With him?!” Caprice’s anger flared up as she glared at her. “Fine. Just because there’s money involved.” She hissed before turning back to him. “What do you want me to do for seven days, Master.” She stressed the last word with sarcasm dripping off of her lips.
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Post by Chelsea on Dec 8, 2008 0:06:30 GMT -5
The damn smirk never left Theodore’s face as Caprice mulled over why he could possibly want to know what she was doing the next seven days. It was still present as she read over the coupon and realization crossed her face. And it only got broader as Caprice yelled and threw a fit to Beatrice. Theo smiled softly to apologize to an elderly lady that was passing by and watching the scene in worry. He returned his attention to his…slave as she finally realized that their was no getting out of it.
He sighed content at hearing him call her master. “I could get used to that,” he mused to himself. He shook out of it and tapped his chin in thought. “Because I am a nice guy…and because I plan on getting laid tonight,” he paused as he looked around the room searching for his dates. When he found them where he had left them drinking champagne he gave them each a wink and then turned back to Caprice. “…I’ll let you start your duty to me tomorrow. I wake up around nine, I like my coffee black with an extra shot of espresso, and my eggs scrambled with cheese,” he said while picking off a strand piece of lint on his jacket. “We’ll go on from there, and I’ll make sure that Adelle –the maid- will be aware of your coming over,” he smiled and leaned in a bit closer even though she was still holding the box in between then creating a barrier. “One last thing,” he whispered to her close enough that each end of the box was touching them, “I know it may be difficult, but it really wouldn’t be beneficial to your health if you go on falling in love with me.”
He sighed slightly onto her neck seeing as he was whispering the last part to her. He tilted his head a inch further to her and placed his lips on her jaw line in the simplest and yet deadliest kiss. He pulled away and winked to her. Taking a step back he turned around and began walking back to his dates, “See you in the AM, Caprice.”
((I was thinking after your reply or whatever, will skip over to the morning. I'm actually going to go to bed. I have work in the AM.))
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Post by Alison on Dec 8, 2008 0:26:26 GMT -5
Caprice narrowed her eyes at Beatrice, who finally went back to getting another customer to get money for the charity. ‘Damn her.’ Caprice seethed as she turned back to him. She did not like the idea of being an angel to his master. How awful could this be? The torture that he would have to put her through. Egads! She did not sign up for this. ‘Thank you Miss Matchmaker.’ Caprice thought to herself directed towards Beatrice who was helping another customer.
Caprice watched as he leaned in further and further towards her, disregarding the coupon box itself. Her eyes watched his handsome face as he moved closer towards her, like a vulture eyeing up its prey. And Caprice knew that she was the prey. “Don’t get totally used to it. I’ll only call you that for seven days. After that, it’s back to your last name.” She hissed not liking the fact that he continued to get closer to her. She watched as he told her the things he liked in the morning, and make a mental check in her mind to write it down after he left.
“I never said that I wanted to fall in love with the likes of you.”
Caprice hissed as he leaned even further to place a kiss on her jawline. She didn’t even register it, because she didn’t like the fact that he was this close to her. “Goodnight Teddy.” Caprice called after him mockingly, knowing that he hated that nickname. Ah, sweet revenge after this week is over. Caprice grinned evilly to herself as she hummed softly walking over to the table, ripping off a piece of paper and jotting down notes to herself. “Wake up: 9am. Coffee: black with shot of espresso. Eggs: scrambled with cheese.” “There. If he wants me to be the angel. I’ll be the angel.” Caprice whispered to herself softly.
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Post by Chelsea on Dec 11, 2008 23:20:45 GMT -5
Theodore nodded his head once, snickering slightly. “Falling in love may not be your intention,” he agreed softly, “but nevertheless, it would be wise if you didn’t.”
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The occurrences of the previous night were to remain in the confines of Franco Moretti’s only son’s penthouse suite. It was a generic suite adorned with deep blue walls, white baseboards, beige carpeting, a mini bar stocked with the finest liquors a twenty-one year old could ever imagine, a plush couch, stone fireplace, and a massive king size mahogany bed with crimson red bed linens of the finest Egyptian cotton. At the moment the matching curtains were closed blocking the morning sun, and Theodore was tangled between the sheets his head buried under one of the many down pillows. His dates were laid out next to him, one on each side…snoring slightly.
Something was vibrating. Theo could hear the noise coming from somewhere in the room. What the hell vibrated? He was too annoyed and too tired to worry about it. It didn’t help that he had a hangover the size of Canada. Groaning he removed the pillow and propped himself up on his elbows. He pushed one of the blondes –were names important at this time?- until she woke up.
“What is it sweetie?” the nameless woman asked in a sultry voice. Maybe if his head wasn’t pounding in such a horrid way he would be up for round…what was it now?... 4? But he was in no mood. He was tired and something was vibrating.
“What the hell is that noise?” He asked in a groggily and sleep deprived voice.
She was quiet for a second and then smiled, “It’s my phone.”
Theodore stared at her hard for a few seconds. “Phone? You mean one of those annoying muggle contraptions?” She nodded and Theo’s jaw twitched in anger. Theo was a pureblood and his family had raised to him to believe in blood superiority. What was she doing with a phone? “Why the fuck do you carry a phone?”
“I…I…well, there all the rage,” she tried to reason growing a bit worrisome.
“All the rage to a muggle,” he chided and closed his eyes, dropping his head back to the pillow. “Get out,” he stated simply, “and take your friend with you.” She started to protest. “Get the hell out of my room!” Less than five minutes the girls were awake, dressed, and out of his presence. He sighed and snuggled up in the covers hoping that he would get in a few more minutes of sleep.
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