It had been a long two weeks since that horrid date with Anya and still William moped about. Recovering from the crazy bint’s outburst had severely shaken his patience and left him wondering whether this whole idea of settling down was really worth it. Cecily seemed like a nice enough girl at face value but if this was what it took to get her to agree to a dinner than William wasn’t sure that he would be able to survive. The main reason he’d first looked in her direction was respectability. A good name didn’t matter much in the twenty first century but it was a number one priority to his bloody mother. William himself was fairly aimless, with no idea what to do with himself so the idea of having a heir sounded nice.
The man hoped that he wouldn’t regret that decision.
Cecily’s demeanor at first had seemed charming, willing him to believe that perhaps there could be some kind of company in an environment utterly foreign. LA was as different from London as he was to his mother. The two could never mould together or instill a sensation of familiarity. William had slowly began to feel that was changing after meeting the brunette heiress.
Now he wondered whether he could’ve been a bigger git.
Money didn’t make the world go round but it certainly made an impact in the eyes of Cecily. She was unaware of Maggie’s offer – hell itself could not pry that information from him – but had agreed to move past his poor wages as long as he desired her above all others.
To put it simply, Cecily Underwood was looking for a dog.
Writing and a degree in 19th century literature had given him enough money that he’d be comfortable with or without his mother’s bribe. It gave him independence desperately wanted after living with Satan’s midwife. But ultimately it would never be enough to keep Cecily in his arms.
Which is where his dear old mum came in.
Maggie had always been known as shrewd and calculating and had been largely responsible for the destitute nature of their family coffers. His da’ had been blind to it all still loving her even after she left them but obviously the feeling was not mutual. If, and only if William married a respectable bird, namely that he wed Cecily Underwood, would he be entitled to any of the dosh. Which was quite a predicament considering that Cecily wouldn’t stay with him long unless his paycheck rose considerably.
William had started courting the girl, not for the money but simply to shut Maggie up.
And now both were trying to drive him sodding well insane.
He’d tried to be civil to Anya. Even attempted calling her a cab, but the crazy bird obviously thought that his lack of verbosity was due to attraction rather than dislike.
Still didn’t have to follow me all the bleeding way home.
Anya Jenkins, as the woman had introduced herself rather imperiously only considered one thing more insulting than being told to ‘please be quiet’.
William thought that it should only add to the nightmare for him to say the words which sent her into a rage.
It seemed that rejection was not a part of Anya’s vocabulary.
She’d instantly started screaming like a banshee, cursing him and all men for leading her on,
William had half a mind to rip Cecily’s throat out when he saw her next.
Now he found himself in a dark smoky club named ‘The Dungeon’. The young man didn’t know how Cecily could have ever known about such an establishment but decided it was probably better that he didn’t. His feelings were confused enough without adding in questions about his beloved’s past.
If William was truthful the notion of calling Cecily his beloved was starting to make him rather sick. But then he would never admit that.
At least not without a few drinks…
Swirling the whiskey shot he’d ordered, William took a good look at his surroundings. Black walls created a heavy, dark atmosphere, pounding sultry music adding to the mood. Splashes of gold and silver paint covered the walls on the balcony however that was the lightest section of the club. Everywhere else was the colour of night. In the middle of the floor, a stage had been raised with three poles fitted in and standing tall like spires. Women, as the fancy took them, would climb onto the platform, draping their bodies along the cool metal and sliding dangerously low. What little clothes they wore almost always fell to the floor, not being placed back on even after their dance finished.
If William had only one word to describe his current location it would be sin. He had to stop himself from cleaning his glasses when a red head looked in his direction and stripped off her top.
Bloody hell.
Cheeks burning, William stared fixedly at his drink before tossing the lot down and asking for another. Being pissed was looking like a better option every second. I wonder whether she’ll be like Anya.
Unknown to the shy, anxious man, Angelus studied his every move. It had taken only a few days to find out everything there was to know about the bumbling twenty three year old William James Pratt.
The man had been born into an upper class English family which was broke in the eyes of LA. His father had died of lung cancer and thus forced William to live with the renowned bitch Maggie Walsh. Angelus was more than a little surprised to learn that the two were related. He’d always thought that any kid of that monster would only be worse than her.
William was a sad disappointment.
Though escaping from the dreary town of Sunnydale where his mother lived, there had not been much rebellious activity since then. Instead William had tried desperately to fit in and began courting Cecily Underwood. It was painfully obvious that the man had no idea of the Underwood’s connections. Cecily’s father was a sound business partner and his daughter reveled in the money earned from young destitute women whilst she herself lived a glamorous life of luxury.
She was a woman to be proud of.
The main issue of interest to all though was William’s infatuation with the girl. Cecily was not particularly striking nor was she the most intelligent. Her main abilities lay in manipulation and societal gossip.
Pratt could do far better.
But Angelus wasn’t about to tell the man that. Stepping away from the bar his fingers crooked in a beckoning gesture to the blonde which had been writhing on the dance floor. He could see sweat drip down in the crevice between her breast and resisted the urge to grind into her against the wall.
Liam may hate the bitch but something in her attracted him like a siren.
Buffy fit the role the, a tight black leather halter top pushing her breasts firmly into view and showing off her toned stomach. Her legs, golden and lean were encased in a soft blood red skirt which fell just above the knees. It was the only part of her outfit that Angelus had not chosen and thankfully not forced her to change into one of the other girl’s numerous scraps of cloth. It was well known that Liam liked his women to look like bottled sex; anything less was downright unbearable.
This was especially true when the woman was as beautiful as Buffy. Flashing hazel eyes were framed by long lashes. Her mouth and lips appeared sweet and chaste coated in a light film of pink lip gloss. Angelus relished the colour simply because it reminded him of the first night he took her into his bed and completely obliterated any chance of little Miss. Summers ever remaining a blushing virgin. His eyes alighted on the blonde tendrils which brushed against a button like nose and smiled in spite of himself.
“There you are.” One hand reached forward, stroking the small of her back possessively.
“I told you that I’d be here didn’t I?” asked Buffy in annoyance. Angelus was increasingly becoming more demanding. It irked. She wrenched her hand away from his grasp and started to peruse the crowd from their position. The quicker she got this initial meeting over, the better they would all be. She’d asked around about the adorably naïve William Pratt and found that not only was he utterly innocent but he was being manipulated terribly. The Underwood bitch was simply using him as a puppet to impress her elderly father. If daddy was pleased with the suitor then Cecily would gain 59% of the family’s assets to go to her marriage. Not a raw deal at the age of twenty two. Buffy couldn’t see why Cecily was so intent on testing William’s loyalty. Now that the petite blonde had knowledge of the whole sordid affair she would do everything in her power to seduce William and thus free him.
After all, it was rare that Buffy got to teach one of the socialites a lesson.
Following the pointing finger of her keeper and sometimes lover, hunter green eyes focused in on her target.
He was gorgeous.
Instantly she knew that seduction wouldn’t be difficult. The man was just ripe for debauchery.
High slanted cheekbones framed an expressive jaw which was now cradled in lean muscled hands. A curtain of light brown hair shaded his eyes from her inquisitive stare so Buffy moved to his lips and sighed. For once you did something right Liam. She could already imagine nibbling on the succulent bottom lip which slightly jutted forward and licked her own in anticipation.
Cecily will regret ever testing him.
Moving to the beat of the music which now filtered out a seductive ‘Eden’, Buffy slowly approached William’s table. She could see the loose dress pants he wore and smiled at him helplessly. He was completely foreign to her world and most likely had no idea what was in store. She could already feel her heart start to beat faster and quailed at the thought. Already she liked him and they had not even spoken.
He’s just a job. He’s just a job. He’s just a job. Buffy repeated it in her mind hoping that it would stick and stop her from making the fatal mistake of mixing business with pleasure.
“You alone?”
William looked up nervously, hands flying to his glasses as he tilted them to better regard the young woman who sat atop his table. Nearly all of her leg was exposed, a red skirt being thrown back and allowing the hint of a red g-string to show through. Just the sight of that delicious piece of material had William gulping nervously and wishing he could adjust himself.
The woman merely smiled again before taking his shot glass from twitching hands and downing it in one go.
“I…I’m wwwaiting for someone” stuttered William nervously. He hoped to God that this siren was it but wasn’t about to question his fortune. William wasn’t certain that he could resist such a woman after Cecily’s treatment.
She’s bleeding gorgeous.
“Is it a girl?” asked Buffy. Her eyes finally locked with his as the man nodded and she was transfixed. Cobalt blue eyes, crystal and so full of emotion held her in shock. Desire warred with duty, revealing all of himself and surprisingly making her want to speak. To talk about herself.
Who is this guy?
Breaking eye contact, Buffy placed both hands on the table and leant forward until her lips just touched his ear. She could already imagine screaming his name as he pounded her into a mattress. Unable to control her body, she shivered. “Do you want to leave?”
“I – Is she serious? I don’t know. What about the girl?”
William felt rather than saw the woman slide across the table top and into his lap. The breath hitched in his throat as suddenly there was no way to hide his obvious discomfort. Bloody buggering hell.
“I think you want to leave with me”, Buffy whispered softly. “I think that you would be begging for it if I moved just an inch closer.” Her hand sat firmly on his belt buckle, tapping an odd staccato rhythm into the metal. She was so close to him, burning every sense; making him feel like he was drowning.
Before William could think of the consequences, he nodded, overcome with a desire for the blonde siren that no one else could compare to. He didn’t even blink as she pulled him from the chair and out into the night.
Here goes nothing.
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Thank you for the wonderful response to this fic. Somehow I can't seem to write any ones withought envisioning a long drawn out plot. Hope this is okay...