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Arrangement Of Hearts

DeadRoseGarden

DeadRoseGarden

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Angela had known for her whole teen age life that she was promised to be married but when she was waiting for the driver to bring her to the new place she would be calling home her heart sank. She knew well enough that he was a horrible man and that scared her to death but she had to be strong. Christmas was only three days away and she was sure that after having only seen 18 Christmases prior her 19th would be the most memorable in the sense that she would be spending it with a stranger.

She was let out of the car and as she walked to the massive door to his mansion. She took a deep breath and when she went to ring the bell her petite gloved hand hesitated. She took in a deep breath before pushing the bell and when the door opened she was received by the butler who ushered her into the vast marble covered foyer.

Her round towed two inch Mary- Jane’s clicked on the floor as she was shown in and her hands worked to free each other from their gloved restraints. Once that was done she reached up to remove the black winter cap hat from atop her thick black hair that came perfectly to her tail bone over top her thick black pea coat which the butler waited for her to remove. Once she had her dance leotard and skirt were revealed as well as the flesh toned tights that lead to her shoes. She had been in the middle of rehearsal when she was summoned by her future husband whom she had yet to meet. The butler took her things and announced in a very British accent, “The master shall be with you presently.”
 
At Thirty-six, Tom was twice her age. Old to be just getting married, but young in the world of entrepreneurs in which he lived and worked. He had built his fortune on a ruthless combination of guts and commonsense, spiced liberally with greed, and selfishness. He was self-important, and was used to getting exactly what he wanted, all of the time. He had very little tolerance for the weaknesses of others, and expected full compliance with his whims regardless of the circumstances. His body was young and firm since he took excellent care of himself.
Tom came down the stairs, and saw her standing there waiting, and looking shy. When he reached the bottom of the stairs, he said, “Turn around. I want to see just what I got for my half of the bargain!” He said without even bothering to introduce himself. “ Come on now! No stalling! I want to see what my money bought! He waited impatiently for her.
 
Angela ‘s handkerchief hemmed dance skirt spun with her, a look of indignation on her fair face. She held her full and beautiful lips tightly pursing them with open distaste as her grey eyes glanced up at him. “Know that the only reason your money bought me is for the sake of my mother. She would be shamed if her only daughter disgraced the family.” Her beautifully manicured fingers clenched into fists at her sides.
“Now if you would be so kind as to tell me what you wanted from me to call me from my rehersal?”
 
" I will not!" I explain myself to no-one, least of all you, You will do as you are told, come when your called, and speak only when spoken to. Anything less is unacceptable. Is that clear? I think you just might do. of course after you adjust your attitude."

Tom called Harold, the butler, "show her to a changing room and have her dressed for the pool, immediately.
"yes sir" Harold said, as he took her hand and led her to a private changing room where a skimpy swimsuit hung from a hook. " get changed, Harold said in a commanding voice.
 
“I will do no such thing!” She exclaimed at him going to leave the changing area. Her heels clacked to the front of the residence and she demanded, “I will have my things immediately! I am leaving to return to far more important things than this pompous ass’s power trip!” Angela stood at the bottom of the steps in front of the door with her arms crossed. She was not going to be told what to do by any one let alone the help.
 
Tom called down the stairs "what is that racket?" "its the young woman, master, she insists on going home" Harold said. "bring her to me, by force if necessary" he said, she is a little thing you should be able to handle it." he said. "Tom continued browsing internet porn sites brazenly, not caring who saw him. Harold dragged Angela into the room, kicking and screaming. "Shut-up!" Tom commanded. "you will go with Harold, and do as he asks, or face my discipline. The choice is yours, its all the same to me. Your life can be very pleasant or very foul in this house. The choice is yours."
 
She gave the butler a great shove then turned her attention to the foul man that demanded things from her, “You disgusting bastard.” Her nostrils flared and she looked at him head on, “I will change into that disgusting bathing suit but know this, if you ever have him put his hands on me again I will kill you and him. Now I want this ordeal over with as soon as possible I have a recital to prepare for!” She exited her anger to flared for her to care what he was watching.
She hurried down the steps and changed folding her clothing neatly in a pile setting her shoes on top of them before walking out her ample breast hardly fitting under the fabric of the bathing suit.
 
"Harold," he said " show her to the pool, Tell her I will join her momentarily. When she is at the pool take her clothing and put it in a drawer in my dresser. he said. Then he changed quickly to a swim suit and walked to the pool to meet her. When he arrived at the pool, he admired her firm body and then walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. he could feel her stiffen as he did. It angered him. She was after all supposed to be his. The least she could do was show it.
 
“Remove yourself from me immediately.” She put her elbow between then trying to remove him from her. She tugged and pulled, “What is it you want from me?! You have plenty of women at your beck and call! Why not run to one of them and just let me at peace. All we are is a business proposition that is all! You are nothing to me and just so you know I will not be with you . On paper I may be your wife but I will have a man of my choosing and you are never going to be him!”
 
He just tightened his grip and cupped her breast. "you have a funny idea of what it means to be in an arranged marriage. Later you can ask your father what is expected of you. He sold you, not me, it sup to you to live with the bargain. stop being so prickly or it will go hard with you. " He tightened his grip on her and pulled her into the pool with him.
 
The moment she surfaced in the water she slapped him across the face as hard as she could, “Don’t you ever touch me like that again! We are not married yet and even if we were I could have you arrested for such an act.” She dove under the water swimming to the ladder in the deep end climbing onto the first rung. “I have a free choice and I can choose to refuse you. I have rights over my life as I am no one’s possession.” She climbed out of the pool going to demand for her clothing.
 
Tom laughed and followed her. "Just where do you think you are going anyway? You can make all the demands you want, but the power to grant them is in my hands. Go ahead see if any one will cooperate. You might just as well get used to reality. You will do as I please. You may resist for a time but sooner rather than later, you will cooperate. You will see. Life her can be pleasant or miserable, the choice if yours, but what you do will be my choice
 
She spun to look at him fire in her eyes, “Fine then show me to where I may change please.” She put a sweet smile on her face and it was clear that she was as skilled an actress as she was a dance. “And please refrain from touching parts of my body. Thank you very kindly good sir.” Her hands were folded in front of her and it was clear she would do what she needed to get by but she was hardly going to stay in such an arrangement with a man who was empty hearted, “And also please direct me to the brothel of women whom I have read about you being with so I might learn just what is expected of me.”
 
"You won't need a place to change, at least right now, since you wont be changing, and I don't plan on refraining from anything. As to my personal affairs, they are none of your business. as to what's is expected of you, it isn't complicated, I expect you to be pleasant and obedient to whatever I ask of you. That's not hard to understand, is it? Now turn around so I can get a really good look at you."

Tom was very relaxed. and sat back in a deck chair to enjoy her demonstration.
 
She clenched her firsts and headed for the door in just the bathing suit. She was out of there and beyond over his attitude problem. Barefoot and all she walked out the front door into the freezing winter air. Shivering and determined she started to walk the long drive to the gate that she would climb if she had to.
 
When she arrived home, her skin was blue, and she was shivering. When she walked in the door her father saw her from his study. "Angela! come in here this instant!" he said, knowing something was awry since he had dropped her at Tom Mason's mansion just two hours ago, and now here she was at home and in a skimpy bathing suit. "What are you doing here? and why are you outside in a bikini in the middle of winter? You were supposed to be there getting aquainted with your fiance."
 
Angela trembled but her rage was too strong for her to feel the effects of her possible hypothermia. “He made me wear thing and touched me in impropriate ways. You sentenced me to hell and I would have to know father just what I have done to deserve such ill treatment from you or that man! He is foul and I will not marry him unless you can get him to keep his hands to himself. “
Then Angela presented her arm where it had bruised from being forced up the steps, “His butler has more say than I ever will and he hurt me!”
 
Her father looked puzzled, "Stay right there young lady!" he said as he picked up the phone, and dialed. "May I speak with Mr. Mason, this is George Marks." He waited a minute and then said "Tom, my daughter is here is a bikini and no shoes, she says you made her wear it, and she has a bruise on her arm, she says your butler did that. She also says you touched her inappropriately. What do you have to say for yourself?"

Tom answered him on the phone, seems she didn't tell you the whole story,"How about the fact that she she tried to refuse to change in a private changing room that was offered her, but instead tried to leave, or that she kicked my buttler, or hit me in the face? Did she mention she accussed me of running a brothel and refused to marry me? Then ran off on her own in just a bikini in the middle of winter? We had a deal George, I expected a marriagable young woman, not an arrogant bitch! Yes I touched her breast through a swimsuit. What of it? She had better get used to that and a lot more! You have her back here with a proper attitude, or the deals off. You can keep her. But plan on returning my money by the end of the week, or I'll send someone to collect. its up to you!" "Click"

He father was ashen faced when he hung up the phone, the money had been spent to save his business, and there was no way he could return it. He knew what Tom meant when he talked about someone collecting. He took a moment and collected his thoughts.
"It seems you didn't tell me the whole story Angela, Go up stairs and put a robe on and some tennis shoes. Your going back right now, in that swim suit. You will be polite and stay until your excused, and as long as he doesn't take your virginity you will put up with his touching. He is a very wealthy man and there are hundreds of girls who would love to be in your position!" He really didn't like Tom Mason, but under the circumstances, her father had little choice, and he really did believe that if she could correct her attitude, it would be a good match for her.
 
Angela’s mouth hung open a moment before her eyes filled with tears, “You have to be kidding me! I guess you are no better than that man. You said he was a bit of a jerk but remember you promised I would learn to love him just as mom did you! You think I can love that man? He forced me into clothing that is clrearly too small in areas” She gestured to her breast, “And he called his POSESION!” She shook her head hurrying from the room to do as her father asked but under the robe she had switched the one bikini for another that covered her parts far better.

She trudged down the steps and got into the car to be taken back to the hell she had become acquainted with. So what her father wanted was her to be a mute? That was what she would be. When she was let in she stood there silent. Shivering from the cold was not what she considered talking but she would not speak at all if he spoke to her.
 
Harold, showed her to the pool. "Why did you run off?" Tom asked her, "I see you changed your suit. Come sit down here." He indicated the deck chair next to him with his hand. He waited a moment for an answer. When he heard none, he called Harold over to him. "Yes Sir" Harold said. "wait there just a moment." Tom said. "It seems the cat has got this young ladies tongue, and she is unwilling to speak." Have my maid Sarah take her to my room and giver her back her clothes. She may change there in private, then have Sarah bring her back to me. If by then she will not speak, we will return her to her father, and let him know that the deal is off. I don't need this rudeness or aggrivation, and I'll not be accused of abuse I didn't commit.
 
Angela returned feeling better now that she was not so nude and she sat, willingly where he had indicated, “Thank you for returning my things to me. I feel much more comfortable talking to a stranger when I am dressed.” She sat up straight to look at him fully, “I left because I do not like being treated like cattle. I want to love my husband and I want to have him love me but I cannot stand the idea of just being there to please someone else.”

“And I am sorry for being rude. It unnerved me to be modeling a bathing suit that did not fit me. Had you told me you wanted to go swimming today I would have brought my swim suit. Also had you wanted to buy me a bathing suit you could have asked my size. I was very uncomfortable in that attire.” She paused to see if she was only making things worse.
 
"Alright, thats a start," he said. "Let's understand something. You made assumption about your position based on what you think you know about me, and what you assumed your position to be. If I had wanted another courteson, they are a dime a dozen, in fact i have all I want for free. Why in the world would i pay your father for the priveledge of marrying you and making you heir to all that I have? I admit that my attitude towards women has generally been disrespectful, but I did nothing diserpectful toward you until you assumed that's how I would treat you. At that point you got what you expected from me."

"I have much to offer a wife, but I have high expectations. They start with expecting obedience. I told you that Your life with me could be very pleasant, I meant that. But with that pleasantness must come obedience and respect on your part. Something I've seen precious little of from you. In addition, I plan to make you my wife, with that comes duties as well. So, you need to decide, which path you will take, to stay or go. Choose to go, and I will send you home now, and collect my money back from your father. Choose to stay, and you must choose the whole package, you don't get to pick and choose. Choose carefully.
 
“What was I to think when I came into the home and the first thing you say is for me to face you that you might see what your money has bought you? I felt like a common whore. Then to make it worse you grab me as if your money gives you rights. I may be your future wife but you must know that to me you are a stranger and everything you have done had shown me that every rumor is true. I am not a dog either so for you to expect me to follow orders blindly is simply un realistic.” She kept her tone matter of fact but did her best to control her temper. He was trying at least, so she was going to as well.

Angela had a feeling her father had spent the money and so she used her judgment before asking, “What will happen to my father should I decide to turn away now?”
 
"Well i must point out the fact that you are the object of an arranged marriage, and like it or not, I did pay your father for the priviledge of marrying you. Therefore, I was not regarding you as whore. A whore I might point out will not be my wife, nor recieve an inheritance as a result, something you seem to conveniently forget. Further, a whore would put up with whatever treatment I gave her and smile about it. You are definitly not a whore."

Now that we have that out of the way, lets talk about your being a dog. I expect obedience, not cheap tricks or blindly following orders as you put it. A dog obeys instictively because he knows no better. True obedience requires consiously sacrificing your will to mine willingly. Its a great deal different, and perhaps more difficult. I expect it none the less. You have to choose to do this. f you can't then I guess I'll just have to send you home. I am making many sacrifices to take you as a wife, this is yours in return. Its not negotiable.

As for your father, ours is a business relationship. Nothing more. I paid for something, which I expect to recieve as promised, other wise I expect my money back promptly. Rest assured I shall have one or the other.

Tom was cool, but respectful, he spoke his mind without emotion. He knew she was young and inexperieneced but she had a very big decision to make, and only she could make it.
 
Angela pinched the bridge of her nose and then responded, “No the choice is not mine as I am sure the money is gone which is why my father sent me right back here. I will do my best to be what you need me to be.” That was all that she could say. Her heart hurt from the thought of giving her life away like this but now she needed to know what was required of her, “I am unaware of the things you expect from me aside from obedience. Please inform me and I will do what I morally can.”
 
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