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A/N: I need you're guys' help to pick the mysterious he in this story

Never Say Never

Chapter One

James returned home feeling only slightly guilty about what he had just done, but it had gotten him out of the bind that he was in. All he had to do was tell his 20 year old daughter what was going on.

"Lorelei get down here right now," he called assuming she was up in her room reading. She was far to much of a book worm for her own good.

"Yes, father," she called back. She despised him, but she didn't have the resources to leave him. He'd spend much of the last 10 years making sure that she would never have the resources she needed to leave.

"Pack you're stuff up," James commanded. She was generally a rather timid child though if you pushed her buttons the right way she did have a temper. Usually she did as she was told.

"We can't be moving again," Lorelei halfheartedly complained. She knew they could, and probably were moving again. She hated it.

"I never said anything about me moving though I don't plan on staying here much longer," James told his daughter. "You are the one who's moving. He'll come by tomorrow to get you."

"Father tell me you didn't," Lorelei said remembering the threat he had made a few days prior.

"I told you I would sell you off if I had to and now I have to," James told her as if he was explaining it to a small child. "Now go pack your stuff so you're ready first thing in the morning."

"Mom would be rolling over in her grave right now. I'm not some possession that can be bought and stole at will," Lorelei told him. She could deal with a lot of things but this wasn't one of them.

"Your mother would have understood that I did what I had to," James said. "You are laving tomorrow and if you have nothing packed then you will go with nothing."

"I will not allow myself to be traded at will like some object," Lorelei said before her father smacked her.

"I am your father you will do as I say."

Lorelei knew there was nothing she could do about this. Her father rarely resorted to physical violence; attacking mentally and emotionally was much more his style.

She sat in her room packing her meager belongings in her suitcase. She wondered who her father sold her to. Who ever he was he had to have been pretty desperate to buy himself a wife. Her father hadn't said that in those words but she wasn't stupid, she knew that was the intention.

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A teeny part of him felt guilty having to buy himself a wife but he knew that eighty years ago arranged marriages weren't all that uncommon. He aw only hoping that James had been right when describing his daughter, because he didn't take kindly to being lied to and tricked.

That night for him had been restless remembering what it had been like being married the first time, though the way James described her Lorelei was nothing like his ex-wife.

The next morning he found himself at James' house. It wasn't spectacular but merely average. He rang the bell and waited hoping that someone would answer quickly.

James opened the door and ushered him into the house. "Where is she?" he asked.

"Lorelei get in here," James called.

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Lorelei recognized that voice and began to mentally panic. She was pretty sure her father hadn't sold her to someone nice (though she hoped that he had) but she hadn't expected a total utter asshole.

'Calm down,' she told herself. 'You don't have to like him only tolerate him. Get of there and be nice.'

"Coming Father," she aid putting the last of the breakfast dishes in the drainer. Maybe where she was going she would have a maid and wouldn't have to do all the things that she'd been accustomed to doing.

When she appeared into the living room she had to admit to herself that though he had some flaws he was pretty good looking.

He examined her or a moment. Her long straight hair was a shade between red and auburn, and she had sapphire eyes. Her small frame had a wonderful hourglass shape. Physically she was all James had said she would be.

"Where are you things?" he demanded roughly.

'Hold your tongue,' she mentally coached. "Upstairs, I'll go get them," she answered as pleasantly as she could. He didn't seem like the type that would appreciate her telling him off in the presence of others.

She mentally cursed him all the way upstairs. Any half way decent man would have offered to help her. Then again anyone her father knew most likely wasn't half way decent.

Brining her suitcase and backpack downstairs she interrupted the men's conversation. Probably about something she shouldn't hear about.

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The two didn't stay much longer. He was ready to be rid of James and Lorelei wasn't thrilled with staying any longer than she had to.

"Don't expect to order me around," Lorelei said when they got in his vehicle. "I will cook and clean because it's expected of me and the state of the house effects what people think about me. However, I refuse to let you control me."

He knew he was in for some interesting times. He hadn't expected her to be quite this independent. "There are few things that I expect aside from cooking and cleaning," he said with a smirk.

Lorelei, though having little experience with men, knew what he meant. She was kind of afraid what was going to happen next.

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There you go send whoever you think he should be to me and find out who I chose.