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Promised to the father, married to the son 1: My father is going to what ?
*Ben*I, Killian Benjamin Archer, to my friends known as Ben, strides past the large grandfather clock in the hallway, without really giving it much notice. I had been all of sic years old when I realised that the hands were supposed to move and that the purpose of any watch is to show the passage of time. For my father, however, time had come to an immediate stop the moment my mother died.For a kid the World they see and the things they are told is the pure unadulterated truth. For many years I believed that every home was like ours, and that it was normal for the servants to only clean and tidy those rooms in use. Hell I thought everyone had servants.At Archer manor they would take care of the bed hamper I slept in and the small dining room where I took my meals. They cared for my father’s rooms of course and the library where he sometimes sat behind the big desk and worked on company business.Any other room wa
Promised to the father, married to the son 2: She arrives
Esteemed businessman Marsden Archer seks a strong, healthy and fertile woman to provide him an heir. Send a mail to this address.*Skye*As the buss rumbles over the old road, I fold the advert I had clipped from the newspaper and slip it back in my wallet. I look out on the countryside passing by, the weather is rather bleak, but still less bleak than my life. I mean agreeing to marry an old man that is known to be crazy kinda says it all.My life is in ruins and I am penniless with nowhere to go.But marrying Mr Archer suits my plans perfectly. Archer manor is big and lays on a huge ground. Mr Archer never leaves, and people rarely visit. And best of all, no one will look for me there. And if they do I will be someone rich with a Well know name and a family behind me.Archer has sent money for my journey, but to hide best as possible I have taken the greyhound. And from the station I Got a lif
Promised to the father, married to the son 3: Strong minds clashes
*Skye*“Well done”. Marsden exclaims, his green eyes twinkling with mischief. “I think we can say you clearly won this round Mrs Sinclair and put my son in his place. Bravo!”“Thanks, but please call me Skye”.While Being sassy with Ben seems to have won me some points with Marsden, it still takes everything in my to stop my hand from shaking as I hand him a cookie. Trembles run through me like a slow moving avalanche, and it isn’t just the understandable annoyance causing it. It is also this unexpected and very unwanted attraction to Ben that has every damned nerve ending standing in attention.I have of course never met him and I had no idea he would be here, but I have heard the stories. I have heard women drool over his inhumane good looks and to be honest I had known who he was the moment he opened the door.Pretending to think he was a servant was a panicked def
Promised to the father, married to the son 4: A house tour
*Ben* My body's reaction as she places her hand on my arm startles me. She might as Well have rubbed her naked body against mine. Seriously, what is wrong with me ? Why do I react so strongly to having her near ? Fuck this, I need to get to town, if not New York then the nearest bar or something, and tonight. The idea of going to bed in my room, imagining her naked form spread on my fathers bed … I close my eyes shortly, no I refuse to think about that. As we walk into the hallway I am trying to hold my breath as every single one has my nose filled with a seductive scent of jasmine flowers. No common scent that half the Young women wear for her. Actually everything about her seems far from common, why would she marry my father ? I am sure she could easily get a young handsome man. “I have to say that I am truly sorry for being insensitive about your fertility. Sorry, I didn't mean to bring back painful memories”. The pain in her eyes as she had answered me hit me like a fist to
Promised to the father, married to the son 5: Crossing a line
*Skye* I have to admit that I hesitated just a moment before walking into the room. We are standing on the landing, looking over the musty room and the two grand staircase leading down to it. The look of things makes me seriously fear that the floor might give away under us. Had the railing not been covered in years of dust I would have probably grabbed onto it for dear life. Unable to hold back a small half sneeze I look at the powder layer covering everything. The windows are covered in grime and the draperies faded, the sun that does get through shimmers in cobwebs and reveals brains of dust dancing, like ghosts of guests long gone. A couple of vases still holds flowers, or their whitered remains “Those other rooms we passed on the way here, the ones with closed doors. Are they all like this one ? Neglected and … sad”. I ask him softly, this place seems to demand hushed speaking. “Unfortunately yes. My father has allowed no one to touch or change anything since my mother die
Promised to the father, married to the son 6: An agreement
*Skye* In horror, still trying to recover from Ben’s proclamation, I watch as he turns to his father. “I assume you have no objections”. The elderly man smiles. “None whatsoever. I was rather hoping for this outcome when all was said and done”. Ben turns back to me. “What do you say, Skye ? Much better to be my wife than my mother, don't you think ?” “No !” The word comes out harsh, abrupt, but inside I am screaming, No, no, no, no, no ! I can not marry Ben. Absolutely can not do that. I am here to marry his father. An old man who believes he needs an heir when he already has one. Not his sexy son, who causes my insides to flutter every time he looks at me, my body to warm when he touches me and my entire being to dissolve into a heated puddle when he kisses me. I can not, will not, marry him. "No !" I repeat with the authority of my conviction. With a cheeky grin, he tosses the papers onto my lap and settles against the sofa in an insolent lounge, his arm resting along the ba
Promised to the father, married to the son 7: Our room ?
*Ben* I am utterly surprised by the wave of relief washing over me. I had not realised how badly I wanted to hear a yes from her. I mean it’s not that I really want a wife, right ? But oh how I want her in my bed, with that luscious mouth, her cheeky comebacks and those whiskey coloured eyes. The way she challenges me entices me, and I have a feeling she will be challenging me at every turn, especially at night. We can have fun together. It might not be the best reason to marry, but hey it’s also not the worst I have heard. Holding out my hand to her, I watch as she takes a deep breath, then crosses the floor to me, placing her hand in mine. I give her small hand a squeeze before tugging it into the crook of my elbow, sending her a bright smile. “It is not a nice thing to gloat”. She huffs slightly. “Admit you would be doing the same if you were in my shoes”. I arch my brow, grinning down at her. “We both know you would”. The little cheeky half smile she gives me makes me wish
Promised to the father, married to the son 8: The plan revealed
*Ben* As I stride into the library, which I have a feeling has not been used for actually reading since my mother was alive, I hear the booming laughter of my father and the priest. I had expected a man of God to be more solemn, but reverend Brown is clearly enjoying the alcohol provided by my father. But men are sitting in front of the unlit fireplace, clutching a half empty glass of amber liquid. I go to the small bar and pot myself a glass, God knows I can use it, before walking over to lean against the mantle. My father seems very much too happy and pleased with himself when he lifts his glass. “Cheers to the lucky groom”. I take a slow glass of my glass. “Have you considered that there is paperwork and such needed for a wedding ?” “It’s all taken care of, I got everything we need right here”. My father pads the pocket of his jacket. I hold out his hand. “Can I just see that ?” My father nods as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out some folded papers that he hands to m
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