Post by Trevor Williams on Jun 9, 2008 22:11:46 GMT -8
Monday, August 9, 2010
6:00 a.m.
Trevor frantically raced across the room, through the master bath, and into the closet, wearing nothing but his boxers and one sock. His blue eyes jetted over his many button-downs of varying degrees of casualness and roved over his pants—black, khaki, jean: you name it, he most likely had it. They darted down briefly to his pairs of shoes and up to his array of ties. He was holding his breath and biting his tongue without realizing it. What was he supposed to wear? Why was this so hard? Everything had to be perfect. This first impression had to be just right. If he dressed up too much, Kiley might think him a stiff. If he dressed too casually, she might think him a bum. But was in between right? And just how far in between at that? This had to go perfectly, which was partly why he was bringing Evie and Layla with him, giving Grace some time to herself at the house. He thought Kiley might feel more comfortable going home with a family than she would going home with just some lone stranger who claimed to be her father but could be anyone under the sun.
He had absolutely no idea what he'd encounter once he got there. Had his old "friend" told her she was his or had he told her he adopted her? And if he'd told her she was adopted, would she be the sort who'd be curious to meet her real father or would she hate him for "putting her up for adoption"? If she was open to it, would she hate him when he told her Evie wasn't her mum and that her real mother had died shortly before he "gave her up"? (He'd already decided he wouldn't tell her she was kidnapped—at least not yet. It was, of course, a decision made more for his and Kiley's sake than Trey Hunter's.) And what would she think when she found out her grandparents and uncles on his side were dead—murdered by a Death Eater? (Of course, he would not tell her he was the Death Eater who had killed them. It was all smoke and mirrors, half-truths but no lies unless he had no choice. He was good at lying and telling half-truths, downright convincing; Evie was living proof of that.)
And of course, the whole finding Kiley and bringing her back thing would complicate his and Morgana's plan for the end of the pregnancy, especially if the two hit it off. Then again, he still wasn't certain if he was going to follow through with the plan. He knew he'd follow the "shed Natalya" portion, but the "kill Evie" portion? He was having a hard time with that, a real hard time. "This is impossible," Trevor thought with a heavy sigh as he sunk to the ground, resting his forehead on his knees. Loving two women at once was supposed to be impossible, wasn't it? Well, it was possible. The only part that was impossible in this situation was keeping them since implementing a "no divorce" law and legalizing polygamy were out of the question. Evie would just run and Morgana would flat out refuse to become his second wife. Both would call him a pig or a bastard and declare he doesn't love them and cry and hate him. Nope. Impossible.
He had way too much wracking his brain. He needed a vacation and some alone time with his wife. Maybe they'd bring Grace along, call her a friend of the family who helped Evie around the house from time to time and babysat when needed. It was mostly the truth—except she didn't like them. They rarely ended up treating her like a slave anyway because of Evie's anti-slavery viewpoint. They'd even begun to pay her since his and Evie's discussion in his office that day. She was even allowed out if she asked and nothing was going on so she could spend her small pay. It annoyed and frustrated Trevor, but he never let it show. He didn't want to cause problems between him and his wife, after all, though he was planning on personally brainwashing her after the pregnancy so he could alter her behavior as he wanted. No more of this anti-slavery balderdash. It was outright stupidity to him, and of course, he was always right.
But none of this mattered right now. What did was Kiley and getting her away from his former friend. He was sure he treated her well. After all, she looked happy in the pictures he'd seen—unless that was all an act. Possible, but he hoped not or so help him Merlin, Trey Hunter would be lacking at least one key body part or his life without any hesitation on Trevor's part. It was something he already wanted to do since he had kidnapped her, but for Kiley's sake he wouldn't do that or tell her she had been kidnapped. It made him sick to know he'd be covering for the bastard, but he'd tell her the full truth once he was sure she trusted and was comfortable around him. But until then? Gag him.
What he wouldn't give for a drink right now, just one to at least slightly alleviate the edge and nerves but not get himself drunk, but no. No. He was sure that would only cause problems. Maybe he could get Evie to give him a massage. That could help. Maybe. He hoped. But first he had to get up and choose something to wear, so he did—get up, that is. He stood there staring at his hanging shirts before taking one off the hanger and holding it in front of him. No, not it. He tossed it somewhere behind him and pulled out another, doing the same with it but a split second later. Ugh. This was worthless. He couldn't decide. He tossed another two shirts behind him, shaking his head and muttering something under his breath. Maybe he should go work out or something to take off the edge, but then he'd have to shower again. "Damn it," he murmured beneath his breath.
6:00 a.m.
Trevor frantically raced across the room, through the master bath, and into the closet, wearing nothing but his boxers and one sock. His blue eyes jetted over his many button-downs of varying degrees of casualness and roved over his pants—black, khaki, jean: you name it, he most likely had it. They darted down briefly to his pairs of shoes and up to his array of ties. He was holding his breath and biting his tongue without realizing it. What was he supposed to wear? Why was this so hard? Everything had to be perfect. This first impression had to be just right. If he dressed up too much, Kiley might think him a stiff. If he dressed too casually, she might think him a bum. But was in between right? And just how far in between at that? This had to go perfectly, which was partly why he was bringing Evie and Layla with him, giving Grace some time to herself at the house. He thought Kiley might feel more comfortable going home with a family than she would going home with just some lone stranger who claimed to be her father but could be anyone under the sun.
He had absolutely no idea what he'd encounter once he got there. Had his old "friend" told her she was his or had he told her he adopted her? And if he'd told her she was adopted, would she be the sort who'd be curious to meet her real father or would she hate him for "putting her up for adoption"? If she was open to it, would she hate him when he told her Evie wasn't her mum and that her real mother had died shortly before he "gave her up"? (He'd already decided he wouldn't tell her she was kidnapped—at least not yet. It was, of course, a decision made more for his and Kiley's sake than Trey Hunter's.) And what would she think when she found out her grandparents and uncles on his side were dead—murdered by a Death Eater? (Of course, he would not tell her he was the Death Eater who had killed them. It was all smoke and mirrors, half-truths but no lies unless he had no choice. He was good at lying and telling half-truths, downright convincing; Evie was living proof of that.)
And of course, the whole finding Kiley and bringing her back thing would complicate his and Morgana's plan for the end of the pregnancy, especially if the two hit it off. Then again, he still wasn't certain if he was going to follow through with the plan. He knew he'd follow the "shed Natalya" portion, but the "kill Evie" portion? He was having a hard time with that, a real hard time. "This is impossible," Trevor thought with a heavy sigh as he sunk to the ground, resting his forehead on his knees. Loving two women at once was supposed to be impossible, wasn't it? Well, it was possible. The only part that was impossible in this situation was keeping them since implementing a "no divorce" law and legalizing polygamy were out of the question. Evie would just run and Morgana would flat out refuse to become his second wife. Both would call him a pig or a bastard and declare he doesn't love them and cry and hate him. Nope. Impossible.
He had way too much wracking his brain. He needed a vacation and some alone time with his wife. Maybe they'd bring Grace along, call her a friend of the family who helped Evie around the house from time to time and babysat when needed. It was mostly the truth—except she didn't like them. They rarely ended up treating her like a slave anyway because of Evie's anti-slavery viewpoint. They'd even begun to pay her since his and Evie's discussion in his office that day. She was even allowed out if she asked and nothing was going on so she could spend her small pay. It annoyed and frustrated Trevor, but he never let it show. He didn't want to cause problems between him and his wife, after all, though he was planning on personally brainwashing her after the pregnancy so he could alter her behavior as he wanted. No more of this anti-slavery balderdash. It was outright stupidity to him, and of course, he was always right.
But none of this mattered right now. What did was Kiley and getting her away from his former friend. He was sure he treated her well. After all, she looked happy in the pictures he'd seen—unless that was all an act. Possible, but he hoped not or so help him Merlin, Trey Hunter would be lacking at least one key body part or his life without any hesitation on Trevor's part. It was something he already wanted to do since he had kidnapped her, but for Kiley's sake he wouldn't do that or tell her she had been kidnapped. It made him sick to know he'd be covering for the bastard, but he'd tell her the full truth once he was sure she trusted and was comfortable around him. But until then? Gag him.
What he wouldn't give for a drink right now, just one to at least slightly alleviate the edge and nerves but not get himself drunk, but no. No. He was sure that would only cause problems. Maybe he could get Evie to give him a massage. That could help. Maybe. He hoped. But first he had to get up and choose something to wear, so he did—get up, that is. He stood there staring at his hanging shirts before taking one off the hanger and holding it in front of him. No, not it. He tossed it somewhere behind him and pulled out another, doing the same with it but a split second later. Ugh. This was worthless. He couldn't decide. He tossed another two shirts behind him, shaking his head and muttering something under his breath. Maybe he should go work out or something to take off the edge, but then he'd have to shower again. "Damn it," he murmured beneath his breath.