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Post by Hanna Squalor on Sept 18, 2007 16:18:59 GMT -5
"Jerome. Please? I'll do ANYTHING." she emphasized, she lowered her towel enough to get her point across.
Jerome laughed. "Have children."
"Nevermind." she rushed away from him, over to a mirror.
He followed quickly. He put his hands on her waist. "Please? I'll do ANYTHING." he imitated placing his wallet in her hands.
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Post by Jenny on Sept 19, 2007 15:25:16 GMT -5
She handed it back to him. 'I get that whenever I want anyway,' she told him petulantly. She knew he wouldn't be angry. He had nothing but her to spend money on, and enver had done.
'Get rid of Charles,' she told him again, sternly. He shook his head.
'This is a two-way thing. I get rid of Charles when you agree to have children.'
She folded her arms. There was no way she was going to do that. She knew he wanted to and always would, but in her opinion he had chosen to want to remarry her, knowing she never would. It wasn't her fault.
'Keep Charles, then,' she said cooly, wiping back her hair and going into their bedroom. His expression was shattered. He would have to get used to it.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Sept 20, 2007 14:44:22 GMT -5
Later in the evening Esme was laying out on the terrace in a white gown, because she could. Charles came out with a wine glass. He almost handed it to her before drinking out of it himself and sitting down.
Esme scoffed. "You are such a pain." she told him.
"I know. But until you open your legs and give him a child.....I'm staying." Charles chuckled.
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Post by Jenny on Sept 20, 2007 15:33:18 GMT -5
She puffed up angrily at him, and took in a breath to speak, but once again his irritating voice interrupted her before she could make it.
'Stop that,' he said softly. 'That gown's too small. Don't start doing any massive chest expansion voluntarily.'
Distracted by the idea that something might be too small for her for once in her life, Charles found himself with some peace and quiet for once.
He didn't hate her, no. But he certainly didn't trust her either, nor did he want to leave his relatively well-pid job of cleaning the house of a man who never left anything untidy. He had to admit that he and Jerome had become friends over the time he'd worked for him. Bringing back the woman that hurt him so much beforehand and had left him for someone else hardly seemed Jerome's wisest idea ever. And besides that, she aggrivated him, with her whining and pouting and getting whatever she anted with a wave of her hand.
'This fits just fine,' she interrupted his thoughts, unhappily. She'd stood up to see about it, too, and had found nothing out of order.
'I know,' he said, grinning. 'I only said that to shut you up.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Sept 21, 2007 17:51:58 GMT -5
Esme relaxed in her chair and closed her eyes. She would simply pretend he wasn't there.
"Do you miss O?" he asked.
"Only when I get bored. I usually hate him. But somtimes I would like Jerome to just rip my clothes off. Olaf was always spontaneous... he wanted whatever he wanted right then, and sought after it. If Jerome really wanted a child he would have one. While I was gone there could have been a million girls that would have his children. He's rich and sweet and handsome. Not to mention a good cook and cleaner. Why then, Charles does he stay with me?"
"I have no damn clue."
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Post by Jenny on Sept 25, 2007 15:09:45 GMT -5
'Well, that's your point, isn't it?' she asked quietly. There was a short silence. 'You don't trust me. You think he can do better. You think he deserves better.'
Charles laughed brightly. 'It would be foolish for nayone to trust you, Esmé. You proved that first time round. But it's not that.'
'What, then?' she asked curiously. She honestly wanted to know.
'Honest answer?' he asked her, watching as Jerome came to sit with them, handing each a cup of coffee on his way round. He took a sip calmly.
'Yes. Honest as possible,' she said, sipping hers identically. Jerome looked on with interest.
'You make cleaning that study a little difficult.'
She threw herself into a chair, sulkily. She should ahve expected that sort of remark, but hadn't. She should have known better than to be drawn in.
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Sept 28, 2007 17:20:51 GMT -5
"There are a lot of bedrooms in this house-" he started.
"I don't want to hear your sarcasam right now."
"I think you love my sarcasam." He mused.
"Why?"
"You like me. Because you hate me so much aren't I more fun to have around. Aren't you the least bit curious about me because you can't get me to do what I want. You're charms don't work on me."
"Of course not. There's a reason you spent years cooking and cleaning for Sir. Clearly you were more than business partners with the man." Esme laughed. She found herself extremly clever.
"Oh how very insightful of you. " Charles retorted.
"I see you neither confirm nor deny."
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Post by Jenny on Oct 1, 2007 12:32:27 GMT -5
Charles puffed up unnatractively, and she bit her tongue to hold back her laughter. 'I don't think that's quite the point I was trying to make,' he pouted. She let a small giggle escape.
'No. It wasn't. But I think you rather like my accusations....' she continued serenely while Charles picked up a cushion and hurled it across the room, alomst spilling several mugs on its way to hit her on the shoulder ineffectively.
She let out another tinkling little laugh, and he sat up straighter.
'All I'm saying is, I like Jerome, and Jerome isn't sarcastic, or stubborn or difficult.'
'No, he bends to whatever you tell him!' Charles said calmly, sipping his coffee. 'He's always followed your orders, and you know it. That's why you really married him--had the man in the penthouse at 667 Dark Avenue been stubborn and 'difficult', you'd have found another, rather more 'poisonous' way of getting access to that elevator shaft and the floor above.' Her eyes widened, but he never gave her the chance to say anything.
'And of course,' Cahrles leans back in his chair again. 'We all know of one other man who wouldn't have taken orders from you if it was the last thing he ever did.'
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Post by Hanna Squalor on Oct 1, 2007 18:16:48 GMT -5
Esme stood up and stormed off. She wasn't in the mood. "Darling!" She called.
"Yes?" Jerome yelled from the upper part on the library.
"Come here." she said.
He came down the stairs, books in hand. "Yes?" he repeated waiting for orders.
"I was thinking of you..... and I just wanted to talk to you." She said.
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Post by Jenny on Oct 5, 2007 11:58:54 GMT -5
'What about?' he asked. She pouted a little.
'I love you.' she burst out with. Jerome could see in just that sentence that something was wrong. She wasn't like him.
'What did he say?' Jerome asked, skipping straight ahead to the point., There was no point wasting time with this.
'What did who say?'
'Charles, obviously,' he replied. 'It's clear he's said something to make you angry. What was it?'
She flopped down onto a nearby rocking chair and said nothing. He gave up quickly. He wouldn't push to get her to talk about it. Instead he approached with one of the books.
'Here,' he said. The minute she saw it she knew what it would be. 'It's my book. About you.' and then he handed her another, with a proper cover and the letters OLAF written on the front. She was confused for a moment until she remembered the reason.
'I was angry when I wrote that one' he laughed. 'Don't take my section including you to heart.'
She didn't want to know what he meant. She was just happy there wasn't a part specifically about her.
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