After my comment towards Princess' choice of clothing, or lack of clothing, Bridgette had gone back to drinking her coffee which smelt of vanilla. It's safe to say that I was envious although I really had no right to be because I was the one who had turned down creamer and just asked for black.
"Quit eyeing my coffee Duncan," Bridgette said, sticking her tongue out at me as she left the kitchen and headed for the living room. I only laughed softly to myself before scanning the kitchen for something entertaining, my eyes landing on the morning paper resting on the counter. Realizing that it was my only source of entertainment before Princess came back; I made my way over to the paper and grabbed it before retreating to my stool at the island. Sadly, as I had feared, the paper was just as boring as the actual TV news but at least in the paper they had movie reviews and all that other useless crap. So I opted for reading that while listening for Courtney's footsteps to come walking back into the kitchen.
The footsteps came soon after and I looked up to see Courtney in the same shorts as before, but now in her Stanford shirt and a bra. "Aww why Princess? You're other outfit was so much more," I licked my lips then subconsciously, not even realizing I had done it until Courtney's eyes were on my mouth, "mouth watering." I honestly wouldn't have said something like that but instead something more playful teasing, but what kind of guy would I be if I didn't try to get Princess hot and bothered with my sexually implied comments?
"I didn't know you knew how to read, ogre," Courtney shot back and I just let out an angry breath while shooting her a look.
Of course I can read. Princess probably can't though; she has people read for her. I thought before my mind went blank of all 'snooty' comments and were instead filled with a multitude of dirty things as I craned my neck to get a better view of Courtney bending over to get something. Jesus Christ did she have some damn near perfect legs, and those shorts! How did someone manage to make shorts that covered but still showed off just enough to keep a guy hungry for more of a show?
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I quickly straightened up in my seat as Princess started to stand up again. "There's a lot of things you don't know abut me Princess," I told her, forcing my eyes to focus on the paper and not on her.
Courtney gave no reply to my comment which I'm honestly not sure is a good thing or not; in the next few seconds I figured out that it was in fact a very good thing because if we had still been talking when Princess switched to her next position I probably would've stuttered or something. As it is, I was having difficulty swallowing the coffee I had just sipped; trying not to choke on it because then Princess would know she was getting to me and I knew that she was just playing games.
If she wants to play these types of games, then so be it. I thought with a smirk before standing up and walking silently over to where Courtney stood pressed up against the fridge reaching for some box. With skill that helped me stay out of juvy on multiple occasions, I snuck up silently behind her before pressing my body firmly against hers. I stayed still for a few seconds, enjoying the way her body felt against mine and how she tensed up and let out a gasp. Then, to make it seem like I was actually there for a reason other than to touch her, I extended my arm lazily and grabbed the box that was just out of her reach.
"What's the magic word?" I whispered into her ear, loving that I had her completely trapped and that she dare not try to push me away because of how nicely our bodies were aligned. Through her back, I could feel the quick beating of her pulse and it only made me love this position all the more; oh God I'll kill whoever walks in and ruins this for me.
When Courtney didn't say what I wanted her to, I pressed her further… literally. "I'm not leaving until you say it Courtney," I assured her, pressing my body further against hers while trying to keep my breathing normal. It became extremely hard to control myself when, after pressing against her further, Courtney let out a gasp as her head rolled against my neck. My heart started beating faster when I realized that she was actually enjoying this and I found myself licking my lips again as I tightened my grip on the box that I had almost dropped. Christ, why the hell does this girl have such an affect on me?
"Please," Courtney finally whimpered out and I found it hard to resist the urge to press up against her further.
"Please what?" I teased before my lips trailed over the exposed skin of her neck. My actions surprised Princess almost as much as they surprised myself, but I could tell that she enjoyed it much more than I did as she squirmed against my hold; ending up with her back side pressing up against a very happy part of my body. Jesus, I should really get a medal or something for the amount of self control I possess.
"Just let me go," Courtney demanded and I just smirked against her neck, so glad that she had said that so I could press her further.
"Not until you say it," I reminded her, pressing against her more still. God, her scent was everywhere and it was absolutely intoxicating; all I could think of was her.
"Please Duncan," Princess finally breathed out and I just about died at how pleading she sounded. I know that she wasn't thinking about this situation the way I was, but that didn't stop me from committing her plead to memory and putting it into different situations… or maybe the same one, just minus some clothes.
Knowing that I now had to let her go, I actually felt a little bummed because playing with Princess had been oh so much fun. Still though, just because it was over didn't mean that I couldn't have a last little bit of fun. Chuckling to myself as a thought came to mind, I handed her the box before I slowly began to slide my hands down Courtney's naked arms; taking note of all the goose bumps that broke out on her skin and loving the fact that I had caused them. Wanting to test just how far Princess would let me go, I continued to run my hands down her body; teasing along the curves of her breasts before forcing my hands to keep moving down to her hips which I stopped at.
"Good girl," I purred in approval before pushing myself away from Courtney, grabbing my coffee and the paper, and heading out for the living room.
"Got tired of tormenting Courtney?" Bridgette asked, not even bothering to look over at me when I sat down next to her on the couch.
"Never," I said, smirking as Bridgette just rolled her eyes. "I just wanted to come out here and see how my favorite Malibu Barbie was doing," I then added and the blonde laughed as I smiled.
"Well I'd probably be a lot better if I didn't have to listen to you and Courtney bickering all the time. You do realize that she is in fact a friend of mine and that I'd appreciate it if you'd be nice to her," Bridgette pointed out and I just scoffed.
"Unlike Geoff, I don't have to stay on your good side because I'm not trying to get sex from you. Sorry Malibu, but bugging Princess is way too much fun to pass up," I said with a shrug.
"Very cute Duncan, but you can't fool me. I see through your little charade," Bridgette told me and I raised my eyebrow, folding down the newspaper and giving her my full attention.
"And what exactly is my charade?"
"Please, it's as clear as day light that you like Courtney; tormenting her is, for you, just an excuse to be around her. I always knew that you had a soft spot Duncan; who would've thought it'd be for a 'princess'," Bridgette teased and I laughed at how stupid her idea was.
"Really? You think I like Courtney? If by 'like' you mean I'd 'like to get in her pants', then hell yes. Anything besides that though? No," I attempted to assure Bridgette but she just shook her head with one of those annoying 'I know everything and you'll be wrong in the end, just wait' looks on her face.
"Try for once to think with your bigger head Duncan," she told me and I just laughed, biting back the urge to ask her which one was that. I kept my dirty comment to myself though and instead just went back to reading the paper because it didn't make me talk about my 'feelings'.
"Mmhm, something smells good," Bridgette mumbled a few minutes later, standing from her spot on the couch and heading for the kitchen. Done with everything interesting in the paper, I followed the blonde. A grin broke out on my face when I saw her and Princess jumping around next to a plate of waffles and while I knew right away why they were acting like they were, I still couldn't help but throw out my dirty thoughts.
"Now if only you were both covered in mud and wearing bikinis," I said, smirking when Courtney glared at me. Bridgette went on about me being mad about my lack of waffles or something as she got out dishes and Courtney put dirty things in the sink.
"After my lovely wake up, there's no way that Duncan is getting any of this," Princess stated, shooting me a look that made me raise my eyebrow as my eyes looked over her body out of reflex. So, she wanted to play my games now? Well I'm not a mean reindeer; everyone can try to play my games.
"None of it looks good anyway," I said indifferently, smirking when I saw the way that the corners of Courtney's smile fell. She didn't say anything back though which must mean that she'd had a taste of my games and didn't like them all that much which was probably for the best because playing my games would 'dirty her clean soul' or some bible crap like that. Although I have to admit, after just having a piece of toast for breakfast, those waffles sure as hell did look good. And Courtney was cutting off a piece that looked like it was made for me; who am I to turn down something like that?
With as much easy and skill as before, I swooped down for the kill before Princess could and took the bite of syrup drenched waffle off of her fork before she even had the chance to open her mouth.
"What the?" she questioned, turning around and spotting me since I was standing right behind her chair. It wasn't hard for her to figure out what exactly had happened seeing as I was chewing and all, and Courtney quickly shot me a look which I just matched with a look of innocence.
"What? Just because it doesn't look all that great doesn't mean I'm not going to try some," I said and Princess huffed before turning her attention back to her plate and beginning to cut off another piece.
"Although I must say," I began, leaning in close to Courtney so that I could speak quietly so Bridgette wouldn't hear. "Now that I've tried some, it looks pretty damn good after all." And then I was gone again; leaving the kitchen and heading out for the living room not because I wanted to, but just simply for affect. My words wouldn't soak in as much if I stayed in the same room as Princess after saying them because she'd find something to say back to me and totally forget what it was I had even said to her. By leaving, it insured that the last thing I had said would definitely be on Courtney's mind, but it also meant that I couldn't watch her expressions play out as she tried to pick apart my words.
Freakin' A! How long does it take a guy to put on a tie? I thought, glancing over at the hallway that Tom had disappeared into. Right now I just needed to get out of this place and away from Courtney and onto more familiar ground; cars, cars are a familiar ground. Stuck up in a penthouse 30 stories up with a princess that's warping my reality is not familiar ground at all.
Coffee. Just go get some coffee; it'll help calm you down. My subconscious told me and I nodded, tightening my grip on the mug before heading over to the kitchen. I was actually going to just go about my business and get coffee and leave again, but Princess was in there being so non-princess like and I would kick myself for the rest of the day if I didn't make some kind of comment on it now.
"Gosh Princess, and you call me the barbarian," I spoke out, announcing my presence as I walked calmly past the girls and over to the almost empty coffee pot. I guess my comment had stirred something up as I heard Courtney mutter something about Bridgette needing to keep quiet and eat her waffles. To this, Bridgette made some retort about how she would if there were any left and I saw this as the opportune moment to step in and throw my two cents onto the table again.
"You know, it would explain why carrying you that first night was so much work." After I said this, Bridgette choked down her laughter while Princess just pushed her plate of food away from her.
"Duncan, you ready to go to the car show?" Tom asked, standing in the doorway of the kitchen looking all ready to go and rather dressed up.
This is just a regular car show, right? I wondered, suddenly self-conscious of what I was wearing. Ah well, at least I didn't have on my skull shirt or anything; black is neutral which means that I should be safe.
"Sure thing Tom, just finishing up my coffee," I told him, catching Courtney's eye and winking at her when her dad wasn't paying attention. To this, Princess scoffed; opting to throw away the rest of her breakfast before walking towards me… or maybe she was heading for the sink.
"Well hurry up, we need to leave soon," Tom said and I nodded before he was gone. Quickly, I chugged down the rest of my coffee, wincing at the bitterness of it, and then rinsed it under the faucet.
"Would it kill you to say excuse me?" Princess demanded and I looked next to me to see her standing with her plate under the running water that I had just stolen from her.
Oh. Makes sense now.
"Are you really willing to risk testing it if it turns out I do die? Because, lets face it, you'd be pretty damn bored without me; on that note, you'd probably just be boring all around," I mused, leaning against the counter while holding my mug in thought.
Hmm, what was Courtney like before she met me? I wondered, grimacing as I pictured her wearing all her preppy clothes and walking around like she was the shit and everyone should listen to her. Probably screams for 'daddy' whenever she doesn't get her away. I thought bitterly before the mug was snatched from me by an angry looking Courtney.
"Trust me Duncan, I'm more than willing to risk it," she said, eyes narrowed as she rested against a counter across from me. She was just being so defensive, I honestly couldn't have stopped myself from taking advantage of this situation if I wanted to; it's in my nature as a predator to attack the defensive prey. So, I stepped towards Courtney slowly; taking my time in stalking my prey and smirking when she backed up against the counter further.
"Don't worry Princess; I won't be gone for long. In fact, I'll probably make it home for dinner," I assured her, laughing when I thought about that image. Oh yeah, dinner with Princess again; can't wait.
"Oh lucky me," was all she mumbled as she crossed her arms, staring down at her feet and stiffening. I followed her gaze and had to hold back a laugh when I realized that she had stiffened because she saw just how close we were to each other, our toes almost touching.
"Lucky indeed," I said quietly before leaving Courtney alone so I could say bye to Bridgette.
"Oh yeah, because you're like that with all girls, right?" the blonde muttered when I was close enough to hear and I shot her a look.
"Shut up Malibu Barbie, I know exactly what I'm doing," I muttered and she just rolled her eyes while shaking her head.
"And what's that? Falling for the good girl?" she asked and I laughed quietly, sneaking a glance over at Courtney.
"No, corrupting the good girl. It's really too bad that I can't be around all day to continue with my plans, but I'll be back tonight to play with you girls some more," I assured Bridgette, mocking concern for her which made her laugh as she shoved against my chest playfully.
"Whatever Duncan, try not to have too much fun," she said, smiling up at me.
"See you later Bridge," I replied before catching sight of Tom in the doorway and heading over to him.
"All done with your coffee?" Mr. Cliena asked and I could've sworn that there was a glint in his eyes; like he knew my true motives and why I had stayed in the kitchen for so long.
"Yeah, and it did the trick too. I feel ready to take on the day now," I said, following the older man into the elevator; the ride down taking a long time because we had to go down not only 30 floors, but also stop for whoever else hailed the elevator.
"Have you ever thought about getting your own elevator? Like, aside from the one that leads to your private garage?" I asked, shooting a look at the retreating backs of people who we had to stop for. Mr. Cliena caught my evil eye and laughed as he pressed the button for the doors to close again.
"Trust me, I've tried, but the building owners said that it wasn't possible," he explained and I just grunted, leaning back against the wall of the elevator.
"Guess money can't really get you everything you want," I muttered and Tom nodded.
"No, it can't, but it can buy you tickets to a very expensive car show," he said and I smirked.
Enjoy it while you can because no matter what Tom says, in a couple of days you'll be history. My subconscious reminded me and I winced upon realizing just how true those thoughts were. Why would I be kept around? So that whenever they wanted to feel better about themselves they could look at me and realize they could have it so much worse and be forced to live on the first floor?
"How long is the show supposed to last?" I asked and Tom raised his eyebrow. Shrugging, I put on a casual smirk before explaining. "I promised Bridgette and Courtney I'd be home for dinner." To this, Tom laughed and I couldn't help but join in. This was how the people on the lobby floor were greeted, two guys laughing rather loudly. Seeing the looks on the old couples' faces when they took in my appearance only made me laugh harder as Tom ushered me out of the elevator and bid the people a good day.
"Are you always this animated in the morning?" Mr. Cliena asked as we walked out of the man doors.
The hallway clock was ticking, but it was too dark to read what the time was. The kitchen had digital clocks though, and from the illuminated symbols on the oven I saw the silhouette of a figure.
"You okay Duncan?" Tom asked, breaking me away from my thoughts. I shuddered at the memories and turned my attention to the man a few steps in front of me.
"Wow," I whispered, catching sight of the car behind him. Jesus, I had only seen cars like this in magazines that I'd managed to steal; never before in real life, let alone only a few feet away from me.
"You like her?" Mr. Cliena asked, smiling proudly as he stepped towards the red viper parked along the curb. My mouth had actually started to water; gazing at the car with glazed over eyes full of pure car lust. I blame my love for cars on all the time I spent in and out of juvy as a young teenager; the guys I kicked it with were put into juvy for their mad and illegal skills with cars.
"We're riding in this?" I choked out, taking a hesitant step towards the sports car.
"Of course," Tom said, walking over to the driver's side and unlocking the car. Snapping out of my daze, I walked towards the car and let my hand rest on the handle. My gut told me to be prepared to be mauled to the ground by angry security guards for even being so close to the car, but no one was around to do that; Tom being the only person paying attention to me and he was actually telling me to get in. Finally, I managed to get the car door open and sank into the heated leather seats with a blissful sigh.
"You see son, the whole point of going to a car show when you're old and rich is to see all of the other business men you've worked with over time and rub in their faces the fact that your car is a helluva lot better than theirs," Mr. Cliena said with a small smirk, resting his hands on the steering wheel with a kind of gentleness reserved solely for a loved vehicle.
"I doubt I'd see any of my Starbucks buddies at a car show," I mumbled, trying to suppress the chills I got upon hearing Tom start up the engine. I looked out the window next to me and saw the awe and envy in passer-bys' eyes; it was a wonderful thing, even if I was just the indirect form of their envy.
"You never know; don't count anybody out before it's even begun," Tom said to me and to that I just nodded, too lost in amazement towards the car to really be able to carry a conversation.
"What kind of music do you listen to?" Tom asked and I looked over at him curiously. "It's going to be a bit of a ride so we might as well have some music," he explained and I nodded.
"I'll listen to anything really, so long as it isn't country," I said dryly, cringing as I thought of the thick drawl heard in those songs about BBQs and someone getting their heart broken by some horse or another. I consider myself a guy of many tastes and quiet a high tolerance, but I just can't stomach country music for whatever reason.
"Ah, good man; I can't stand country myself," Mr. Cliena told me, smiling as he reached over to turn on the radio. I'm glad that he did it because I honestly would've have been sure which button to press; on that note, I'd just be too afraid to touch anything in the car incase I damaged it in any way.
I'm not gonna lie; when Mr. Cliena turned on the radio I honestly expected classical music to start playing or something. I don't mind classical music, but I've just started to wake up and the last thing I want or need is to be put to sleep by classical music.
Sleep brings the memories.
"Classics, nice," I hummed in approval, relaxing into my seat as ACDC sounded out perfectly through the car's speakers.
"Oh yeah, I've always had a love for rock. It's Trish, Courtney's mother, who forced me to appreciate classical music. A car ride with her even just around the block feels like it's taken 30 minutes because all she does is play classical music; if you're lucky you'll fall asleep and it'll all be over sooner," Tom explained and I groaned from just the thought of that kind of torture. Classical music is good for listening to in the morning while you're getting ready and eating breakfast and all that; after that, it just needs to be turned off and switched to something with a louder beat.
"Where is Courtney's mother? If you don't mind me asking," I quickly added in, realizing then that Mrs. Cliena may be a bit of a touché subject.
"She's back in California which is where Courtney usually stays because of her school. We're not divorced or anything, I just have a lot of business here in New York so I bought the penthouse so I'd always have a place to stay. Trish has always loved California though so I couldn't force her to move away so I come here during prolonged business trips and Courtney stays in California with her mother so she can go to school at Stanford," Tom explained and I nodded, wondering how Courtney felt about all of this.
"How long have you been here on this business trip?" I asked.
"I'm scheduled to be here for a good part of the year, maybe even longer because I'm helping to start a new business that will branch off from my main one. It's the longest I've ever been away from Courtney, so she came to visit and is staying with me for the next few months while her mother takes care of her bakery in California," Tom said and I grimaced.
A whole year away on a business trip? Sounds brutal.
"How do you do it?"
Mr. Cliena looked over at me for a moment before turning his attention back to the road. "I just keep telling myself that it's for Courtney and that because of me being away she'll have a better future. In most cases, that helps me finish the project without taking a few days trip back to be with my wife and child. This time I was lucky enough to have Courtney come to see me, though even with all the shopping here in New York Trish still won't come to visit," he said sadly and I looked out the window, feeling suddenly very uncomfortable in the car.
All the talk about families was hitting much too close to the heart for my likings; long dismissed memories being brought forward in an almost violent matter. I knew that I should probably say something back to Mr. Cliena, but at the moment I didn't know what it was that I should say; I didn't know what it was I could say that wouldn't sound fake. I've never had a 'family' per say, not even when my mother was still…
Blood.
"Get out," I hissed under my breath, fisting my hands and forcing the visions out of my head.
Why? Why is all of this coming back now?
"You say something Duncan?" Tom asked and I jumped in my seat, quickly looking over at him.
"Uh no, I just had something caught in my throat," I lied, coughing just for extra affect.
"Well the good thing about expensive car shows is that there are always free drinks from a bunch of small businesses that are trying to get customers so whatever it is you've got caught in your throat won't be there for long," he assured me and I just nodded.
If only it was that easy.
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Walking into the showing room where all the cars were being displayed was like walking into a really freakin' great dream; there were even scantily clad women (though the fact that they weren't naked was kinda disappointing).
"Wipe the drool," Tom whispered from beside me and I quickly did as he said, having not even realized that I started drooling.
"This… this is amazing," I said in awe and beside me Tom chuckled.
"You can sit in them," he said and I stopped breathing for a moment, just staring at him with wide eyes.
"You're shitting me," I said, narrowing my eyes at the laughing man.
"No Duncan, I'm not shitting you. I know a lot of the people here and I can pull some strings and flash around my wallet to get what I want. That's the thing with rich people, despite all the money they have they always want more," Mr. Cliena told me and I grinned probably something like a little kid does on Christmas morning.
"How often do you come to these shows?" I asked as we slowly strolled between the cars set up on display.
"Well I get tickets to all of the events; whether I go or not is decided by work. I try to go to as many as I can though," he said and I nodded before falling silent. The whole time we were walking around, I kept noticing that people would like move out of Tom's way before he even really got near them. It was… weird.
"Are you like a kind of god or something?" I asked quietly, looking at the people oddly as they stared at Mr. Cliena.
"You see all these cars?" Tom asked casually and I just kind of scoffed, looking around.
"How could I not? They're all gorgeous," I assured and Tom laughed.
"I own maybe 60% of them," he whispered to me and my eyes went a little wide… okay, so maybe a lot wide.
"Should I bow and kiss your feet now, or later?" I half heartedly joked because honestly, right now I think I may have done it if he asked.
"You don't need to do that ever. I actually wanted to keep the fact that I owned all of these cars a secret for reason that I'm sure you've aware of now, but it got out by one of the people running the whole thing and now everyone knows. It's actually a little irritating, but at least I don't have to worry about working my way through any crowds," Mr. Cliena said with a charming grin and I couldn't help but grin as well.
"So about that job," I began, still grinning as Tom laughed and gently nudged me.
"Keep up like this and I think that it could definitely be yours," he said and I looked back over at all the cars.
"Sweet."
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It was nearing sunset when we finally began driving back to the city, leaving the car show behind us with some regret on my part. I was in an odd kind of daze the whole ride home because car lights and city lights all blended together to look like a never ending stream of light that danced around me as Tom drove back to his home just above the speed limit. If I were the one driving this beautiful car, it'd be going down the high way at least twenty over the speed limit. Because really, speed limits shouldn't apply to cars that were created to speed; it's unjust.
"You still with me Duncan?" Tom asked as he pulled up in front of his… well I'm actually not sure what to call his 'home'. Because in theory it's like an apartment building, but all the homes inside are penthouses. So do I call it a penthouse building? Or is that too long? Maybe just penthouse….
"Hmm? Yeah, I'm still here; I just zone out sometimes," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes as I undid my seatbelt. The harsh early wake up this morning was definitely starting to catch up with me, the yawn I covered with my hand proof of that.
"Are you heading home? Or would you like to stay for dinner?" Mr. Cliena asked as he handed off the keys to his car to some guy in a monkey suit standing at the sidewalk. I'm guessing that they knew each other since Mr. Cliena nodded his head to the guy and the guy in turn smiled warmly, but I would still never give away the keys to that car to anybody.
"I promised Courtney I'd be home for dinner," I said with a grin, noticing the small smile that appeared on Tom's lips. "Besides, I don't have shit to eat back at my place," I added in and Tom laughed as we walked inside of the lobby.
"Well whenever you're look for some food, just go ahead and stop by; I'll make sure the receptionists know who you are and to let you up," he assured me and I couldn't help but stop for a moment in confusion.
"You trust me going up to your place at any time? Like even if you're not there?" I asked slowly as we entered the elevator. Thankfully, we were alone so that I didn't have to worry about any awkward looks from other people in the elevators. To this, Mr. Cliena just nodded. "You trust me at your place alone with Courtney?" I decided to throw out and Tom just turned his head and looked at me with his eyebrow raised in a look that wasn't exactly confused, but more like 'you're kidding me, right'.
"Yeah, you're right; she'd probably break my hand if I tried anything," I mused and we both chuckled.
Didn't break my hand this morning. I thought smugly, smirking at the memory. It'll certainly be interesting to see how Princess acts around me after our little fridge episode. And almost as if on cue with my thoughts, the elevator doors open at that moment on the 'Cliena Floor' as I'm now going to call it. For a while I wasn't sure if Princess and Bridgette were even there, but when we neared the door I could hear the pop music and Bridgette's singing and Princess' laughter.
"Sounds like they're having a party," I said and Tom just laughed.
"Well it's about time," he said and I couldn't help but smile as my eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.
"She needs to live more," was Tom's only explanation as he opened the door and we entered the dimly lit penthouse. "I'll let you break them up, I'm going to go change," he said before turning down a hallway as I followed the noise of the music down another hallway.
It didn't take me long to find the source of the music; the floor vibrating right in front of the closed door that read 'Courtney'. I contemplated knocking, but decided that it'd be so much more fun to just surprise them. So, ignoring all the 'ninja skills' my friends tried to teach me back in high school, I threw open the door and just stood in the doorway with a smirk on my lips as Princess and Bridgette screamed.
"Duncan! You dick-wad!" Bridgette shouted, holding her hand over her heart as she went over to the stereo system and turned off the horrible music.
"What the hell was that? Britney Spears?" I demanded, wincing for affect to show just how painful it had been to hear the teen pop sensation.
"Get out of my room, you brute!" Princess shrieked, arms crossed over her chest as she stared me down.
"Nice hooker heels," was all I said as I strolled into her room like I owned the place and sat myself down on her king sized (holy shit) bed.
"They are no hooker heels!" Princess quickly defended, her eyes narrowing only more.
"Yeah, there's no way hookers can afford 300 dollar shoes," Bridgette threw in and Princess just about had a heart attack as I chuckled.
"How does daddy dearest feel about you blowing three hundred bucks on hooker heels?" I asked with a smirk and Princess just continued to glare at me, now glaring at Bridgette as well as the blonde joined me in laughter.
"I didn't use his money," was Princess' only reply and I just shrugged.
"All the more for me to spend when I inherit it all from you dad," I was casually and Princess cocked her eyebrow.
"What are you talking about?" she demanded and I grinned.
"Well Tom and I bonded real well today, so well in fact that I'm almost certain he's already thinking of places to book for our wedding," I teased and Bridgette doubled over in laughter as Princess' eyes went wide and her nose wrinkled in disgust.
"I know you're lying," she declared and I just smirked.
"Believe whatever you like," I said as I made my way over to the door. "Oh and Tom says it's time for dinner," I added over my shoulder before heading out into the hallway. I heard Courtney's angry tone of voice as she and Bridgette discussed something before the sound of their footsteps echoed behind my own in the hallway.
"It figures that Courtney would come out of her room for dinner, she always has loved food," Tom teased his daughter when she stepped into the kitchen. A light blush spread across her cheeks as she stared down at her now bare feet; Bridgette standing beside her with a knowing grin on her lips.
"So what's for dinner Mr. C?" the blonde asked, removing herself from Princess' side and heading over to the island where myself and Tom were sitting.
"I was thinking Chinese; order in and sit around eating it while we enjoy a movie," Tom suggested and I was all too happy but to grin.
"Oh yeah," I cheered and Bridgette joined me in my joy while Courtney just sighed.
"You alright Princess?" Tom asked Courtney and had it not been for the dejected look on her face, I would have snickered at his use of my pet name for her.
"Of course Daddy, everything is fine," she lied through her teeth and false smile. While Tom may have been buying her horrible act, she definitely wasn't fooling me and I vowed to get to the bottom of her mood before the night was over.
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So I apologize now if there are any errors in the chapter, my beta has been extremely busy (as have I) and she never got the chance to look over it so I'm just posting it up. Good news is though that this chapter is long and I've already started on the next chapter. I can't write much today because I have a date (cue flailing!), but tomorrow I am my computer's slave and will be writing like there is no tomorrow. Except, sadly there will be a tomorrow of tomorrow, and that will be Monday which means school and practice.
Oh well, life goes on. Please review because I've missed all of my amazing fanfiction people and would love to hear from you all again!
Kattie
