Again, sorry gogglegirl6. HEYA! How are y'all? Here is chappie 4.
The Duke stared out of his bedroom window. He had every thing he wanted. He had a mansion, he practically owned the Moulin Rouge, and he had many admirers. But all he wanted was her.
He wanted her strawberry lips, her long auburn hair, her tiny waist, and her succulent breasts. He wanted her all to himself. But he had heard news that she was to be married to that bastard of a writer.
He suddenly let out his built up rage on the window, smashing his fist through it. "Darling, come back to bed", said his girlfriend. Actually, she wasn't much of a girlfriend; he just used her for sex.
The Duke, needing to take his mind off Satine, let Georgette (his sex toy/girlfriend) bandage up his hand and lead him over to the bed, where she made love to him. He knew it was sick, but he tried to pretend she was Satine. She moaned and begged him for more.
The Duke fulfilled her wish, imagining that it was Satine begging for more. "Oh! Keep going!" she cried, reaching her climax. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The Duke quickly got out of bed, pulling on his robe. "Come in", he said in a shaky voice.
Warner opened the door and his eyes travelled strait to the bed, where a naked Georgette was lying. "Yes?" she said in a slutty voice, not moving from her seductive position. Warner quickly shook his head and remembered what he was there for.
"Sir, I have just had news of Mademoiselle Satine" The Duke's eyes travelled strait to Georgette, who was wearing a suspicious look on her face. "Very well" he said hastily, "Meet me in the study in 5 minutes"
"Now what was it you wanted to tell me?" asked the Duke, fully dressed and presentable. "It is about the girl," replied Warner. "Well? Hurry up!" said the impatient Duke. "She's pregnant, sir" said Warner with an uncomfortable look on his face. "And they are getting married-her and the writer"
The Duke got up and strolled over to the window. He let out a frustrated growl. "When is the wedding?" "Rumour is that they are getting married after his next book is published"
"Perfect!" exclaimed the Duke, "Contact every publisher in London. Tell them to refuse any works by a mister C. James. Tell them... tell them that he is a dangerous schemer and cannot be trusted." He added with a satisfied smile on his face. "That should bide us some time"
Warner nodded and left the study.
"Satine?" "What?" "Where are you?" "I'm in the bath" "OK" Christian called up the stairs. He felt he always needed to know where she was. Ever since they ran in with the Duke at the Park.
But he knew that they had to leave the house sometime. "I'm going for a walk" he called up the stairs. "I'll lock the door and windows. Be careful," he added, grabbing his coat. "Ok!" she called back down.
Christian left the house with his arms wrapped around himself. It was a cold morning. He walked for a while, through the park, and down the ally towards his favourite bar. He poked his head around the door and looked for his old friend, Paul, the barman. But there was a busty woman. He walked up to the bar and asked her, "Where is Paul?" he was given a tragic look from the woman, before she answered.
"I am sorry to inform you sir, but Paul has passed away. He was hit by a train after falling off platform 6"
Christian gasped. He nodded in thanks to the woman and left. He wandered aimlessly around. He didn't know what to do. Paul was his best friend and he hadn't seen him since he left for Paris-more than 2 years ago. He suddenly realised how much he missed him. He went to the graveyard and found Paul's name on a cold grey gravestone.
He bought some flowers from the old wrinkly lady at the gates and laid them down in front of his friend's monument. "Rest in peace, pal," he said, getting up and walking away, letting a tear falling down his cheek.
The Duke stared out of his bedroom window. He had every thing he wanted. He had a mansion, he practically owned the Moulin Rouge, and he had many admirers. But all he wanted was her.
He wanted her strawberry lips, her long auburn hair, her tiny waist, and her succulent breasts. He wanted her all to himself. But he had heard news that she was to be married to that bastard of a writer.
He suddenly let out his built up rage on the window, smashing his fist through it. "Darling, come back to bed", said his girlfriend. Actually, she wasn't much of a girlfriend; he just used her for sex.
The Duke, needing to take his mind off Satine, let Georgette (his sex toy/girlfriend) bandage up his hand and lead him over to the bed, where she made love to him. He knew it was sick, but he tried to pretend she was Satine. She moaned and begged him for more.
The Duke fulfilled her wish, imagining that it was Satine begging for more. "Oh! Keep going!" she cried, reaching her climax. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The Duke quickly got out of bed, pulling on his robe. "Come in", he said in a shaky voice.
Warner opened the door and his eyes travelled strait to the bed, where a naked Georgette was lying. "Yes?" she said in a slutty voice, not moving from her seductive position. Warner quickly shook his head and remembered what he was there for.
"Sir, I have just had news of Mademoiselle Satine" The Duke's eyes travelled strait to Georgette, who was wearing a suspicious look on her face. "Very well" he said hastily, "Meet me in the study in 5 minutes"
"Now what was it you wanted to tell me?" asked the Duke, fully dressed and presentable. "It is about the girl," replied Warner. "Well? Hurry up!" said the impatient Duke. "She's pregnant, sir" said Warner with an uncomfortable look on his face. "And they are getting married-her and the writer"
The Duke got up and strolled over to the window. He let out a frustrated growl. "When is the wedding?" "Rumour is that they are getting married after his next book is published"
"Perfect!" exclaimed the Duke, "Contact every publisher in London. Tell them to refuse any works by a mister C. James. Tell them... tell them that he is a dangerous schemer and cannot be trusted." He added with a satisfied smile on his face. "That should bide us some time"
Warner nodded and left the study.
"Satine?" "What?" "Where are you?" "I'm in the bath" "OK" Christian called up the stairs. He felt he always needed to know where she was. Ever since they ran in with the Duke at the Park.
But he knew that they had to leave the house sometime. "I'm going for a walk" he called up the stairs. "I'll lock the door and windows. Be careful," he added, grabbing his coat. "Ok!" she called back down.
Christian left the house with his arms wrapped around himself. It was a cold morning. He walked for a while, through the park, and down the ally towards his favourite bar. He poked his head around the door and looked for his old friend, Paul, the barman. But there was a busty woman. He walked up to the bar and asked her, "Where is Paul?" he was given a tragic look from the woman, before she answered.
"I am sorry to inform you sir, but Paul has passed away. He was hit by a train after falling off platform 6"
Christian gasped. He nodded in thanks to the woman and left. He wandered aimlessly around. He didn't know what to do. Paul was his best friend and he hadn't seen him since he left for Paris-more than 2 years ago. He suddenly realised how much he missed him. He went to the graveyard and found Paul's name on a cold grey gravestone.
He bought some flowers from the old wrinkly lady at the gates and laid them down in front of his friend's monument. "Rest in peace, pal," he said, getting up and walking away, letting a tear falling down his cheek.
