IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN -CHARLOTTE-

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straightening his bowtie, cato smirked to himself and tugged his tuxedo jacket tighter around his shoulders as he reentered the public area. snatching a glass of champagne from a passing server, he downed an inch from the glass and turned to hand it nonchalantly to the girl who had followed him from the broom closet. she smiled innocently at him, her expression turning to confusion as she took the glass and stared at him.

"well? make yourself useful. i'm done with you," he suggested, shooing her off as he turned to disappear into the crowd to find his father.

kirill was the only reason cato was at this damn party in the first place. although cato loved parties - he was a product of the upper east side of new york after all - he hated doing anything his father asked of him. he was notoriously stubborn and disobedient. his therapists as a child told him this was because he was starved for his father's attention, but cato didn't give a shit. he acted how he wanted to act. if that got kirill's attention, then so be it, if not, then he could sincerely care less.

cato was known for his independence: for his lack of loyalty to his only surviving family member. kirill and cato were without a lineage. being the only child of the widowed diplomat, cato was the only hope at continuing the kaine line, and cato didn't have a care in the world. he was twenty-five, plenty young enough to fuck as many women as he pleased before he grew old and bitter like his father. he'd never seen his father with a woman, and since his own mother had died in childbirth, kirill had been with no one else that cato knew of. if he had, then it was a well-guarded secret. cato would have been willing to swear on his mother's grave that his father was gay, but he'd long ago been reprimanded for making public slander against his father. apparently it looked bad.

the entirety of his life had been spent in the spotlight in one way or another. he was a celebutante and it sickened him. he felt like a male version of paris hilton with the press always wondering how he was going to impress them next. he was tired of trying to impress anyone; he'd been doing that his entire youth with his father, and it had never worked. his father was as cold and distant as always, unless he wanted something of course.

and that's how cato knew he wanted something tonight. before kirill had even grabbed his elbow roughly, drug him in to a side parlor of their expansive fifth avenue home, and hissed his orders to his son, cato had known. kirill only cared about showing his son attention if he required something. unaware was he that his father had bartered him in a trade for their lives. unaware was he of his father's sincere love for him, and his inability to show that love.

when the truth came out, cato had gaped amusedly at his father. the russian bratva? a trade embargo on illegal drugs? the irish mob? what the hell was this shit. things like that didn't happen in real life. they happened in movies and on television, but not in real life. then the clencher hit him, and he'd laughed in his father's face: he was to be engaged to marry some girl he didn't know and had never seen in a trade for his life and his father's.

he'd rather die.

he'd told his father as much, but the older man seemed adamant that this entire thing happen. kirill was a powerful man, but he had little strength against the sweeping power of the bratva. so cato was going to marry charlotte murphy. whoever the hell that was.

slipping his hands into the pockets of his tuxedo pants, cato walked smoothly, gracefully even, across the red casino floor toward his father who was busy chatting it up with the family in question. nonplussed by the arrangement - and honestly a bit high off of the sex he'd just had in direct rebellion against this entire situation - cato waltzed nonchalantly up to the group. his brown eyes, almost black beneath the lighting of the casino, perused the group, taking in his father with a slight sniff of his high class aquiline nose before looking over peter murphy, jameson quinn, and the woman (no, girl) who would be his wife.

no, not wife. a wife was someone you chose to spend the rest of your life with. she was someone a man loved and chose to marry. charlotte would not be his wife. she would be his mate at best. in the sense that they were caged together like two animals in a zoo, a male and a female specimen shoved together to fuck and procreate with no love involved. she would be his breeding partner, and that would only be when the press started wondering why they hadn't had any children yet. he had to admit, it would be convenient to have a woman he could fuck whenever he wanted without her being able to object to him, but he wouldn't settle only for her. he was only twenty-five after all. he had no intentions to settle down so early in his life. he was only doing this to save his own ass from certain death at the hands of the russian bratva. his motives were purely self-centered, and he made no show to hide it.

"charlotte, peter, jamie," kirill intoned as his son arrived beside him, an unpleasant smirk on his handsome face, "i would like for you to meet my son, cato."

the younger kaine was well-versed in all forms of etiquette. he'd attended every class on manners there was. he was a diplomat's son, and it was required of him. so he knew precisely how to act in a situation like this one, but he chose to disregard all of his formal training. he was feeling rude this evening. blame it on the complete disregard his father had for what he wanted out of life.

"it's a pleasure, i'm sure," he responded coldly, not offering to shake peter's or jamie's hand, and passing a cursory glance over charlotte before focusing on her. she was attractive enough, he could give her that much. it wouldn't kill him to fuck her. he probably would have done it of his own free will, honestly, if the opportunity had arisen. now he would have to, at least once, to create offspring. it wasn't such a bad situation. at least she had two eyes and all of the right equipment: to the best of his knowledge.

"so, you're the girl who's going to be sucking my dick for the rest of forever, or at least until my father deems it an appropriate amount of time that we've been married before i can legally divorce you," he commented perfectly offhandedly.

kirill's face paled obviously, and his dark eyes widened in alarm and rage as he spun to fix his son with a cold glare. "cato, you will apologize for such rude language," he ordered, his eyes flashing with a challenge cato was only too willing to accept.

with a small smile, untouched by his father's wrath, cato turned to glance across charlotte and her male family members, "no, actually i won't."

kirill opened his mouth to argue, but cato moved away from him, shrugging his shoulders as he escaped from the closed personal space bubble between them. "it's all true. she doesn't love me, i don't love her, there's really no reason to beat around the bush here. if we get the promised protection, then it doesn't ultimately matter." his dark brown eyes flitted to peter, cutting into him. something cato had inherited from his father was his ability to make a deal with someone. he was manipulative and demanding, and an expert with words.

"you've already made the necessary arrangements?" he asked, ignoring his father's impotent attempt to recover his grace. "then we'll get this over with soon so i don't have to pretend i enjoy this any more than i already don't."

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progress; it was funny how when you were made to believe you were making progress you made none at all. she finally waved the white flag on running the entire show by herself and let the professionals do their job. she was a stubborn woman, a bit like her mother in that sense, and she wanted to prove she could run a boat of this size and scale without much help from staff. it simply wasn't possible, but charlotte couldn't see past the failure she felt in her body. she stepped aside and watched the progress a team could make rather than falling exponentially behind when she tried to be a control freak. it was not as if this entire evening had anything to do or benefit for her. it was simply an engagement party for a set of individuals that were controversial but important to her father. he owned this boat, that he wanted her to have sooner rather than later, so he could throw whatever kind of parties he wanted. charlotte was running behind him, losing her breath while she tried to keep up. she tried to tell herself that she could be a ceo just like him, but it took a lot more knowledge than charlotte had to offer. she could obtain her goal in the future, but this lifestyle wasn't anything she ever wanted for herself or dreamed when she was younger. the whole ordeal took her by surprise and she was barely getting adjusted to the idea of being wealthy. it came with just as many pitfalls as it did perks, but not everyone saw past it to realize just how hard it was.

she had been a no body, a recluse, that nerdy girl that lived by herself in a run down apartment. she worked for a living and she had been proud of herself and what she had. now she feasibly could have anything she wanted and she wanted none of it all if she wasn't earning it. perhaps that was what she was trying to do when she took over the reigns for this party. yet now that she had no pressing responsibilities, she had a more important responsibility overall. slipping into a private room just for her, she sat down in front of the vanity mirror and watched herself quietly. this woman she had become was slowly emerging as nothing she was like before. if she could press a rewind on her life, she would rewind back to the charlotte she was before huck came home and slowly everything changed. his return opened charlotte up to more options she didn't necessarily have. she underwent a traumatic experience and managed to alienate herself from friends that she once held near and dear. she didn't have time for them now and she hardly had time to be sitting in this room being depressed over how low her spirits were this evening.

standing she moved to hear cabinet - turning the knob clockwise and pushing it in to unlock it, she stared at her stash. her bottled friends for the evening, her liquid courage and the one true constant in her life she had to fall back on, what the press wanted was for her to mess up so she could be spied, snatched up, chewed up, and spit out for one false move. alcohol just seemed to propel and exemplify all her natural hosting abilities. choosing grey goose, she poured the liquid into glass and swirled it. she didn't want to admit to anyone she was addicted to the bottles and bottles of infinite liquor she could obtain. this was not what she had mapped out or penciled into her daily planner that was her life. it was a stress reliever, but it was becoming her crutch and every time she attempted to break that habit there was always something there to drag her back. she couldn't do it alone and she wanted to check into a rehabilitation center, but she couldn't go anywhere without cameras flashing. if it wasn't the cameras flashing that was keeping her home it was her ill and slowly dying mother, she couldn't admit to the addiction, because when she tried she felt as if she was shut out. she couldn't handle the pain of rejection one more time, so she walked away from the entire situation before such a thing could happen again.

pouring another small shot and downing it, she resealed the bottle and put it back into her cabinet. she straightened and picked at her appearance before returning to the floor. she would never remember half of the faces she greeted this evening, because it seemed as if almost everyone wanted to thank her for inviting them. it was an open invitation sort of party, but if they were complimenting charlotte wasn't going to shy away from it. she wore an a-line lace jacquard wide scoop neck black dress to the evening. it showed off the elegance of her neck by how she carried her head high and the shape of her legs, she commended her brother and his mysterious helped for choosing her dress, because it was her in every sense of the word. her father beckoned her over and she made her way over through the crowd. she was unaccustomed to being asked to join in on a conversation of the business without there being something else behind it. she could feel the shiver from the thought, but nothing was hinted or left for her to pick up on it, the man introduced himself and she made sure to remember the name but it would be sooner rather than later as to why he was so important.

she overheard the words between the two older men and it picked at her interest, but soon they were joined by yet another man. this on couldn't have been to much older than her if he was at all and she found him overly attractive. he was built in a way that charlotte always fancied. his eyes were dark, but she didn't want them to be any other color if she had to rebuild him. their eyes met and she was surprised. he was literally everything on paper that she wanted in a man and here he was before her,

he was perfect until the words fell from his mouth and whipped her several times, metaphorically, with just how cut throat and rude he was with her, vulgar even. but what had her dumbfounded was what he said to her. she had no idea and her eyes turned to peter for an explanation. perhaps this now smashed picture of perfect she briefly thought of him as was shattered, she wanted to know. she was embarrassed from his words and just the idea of her doing that made her anxious. she had only had one sexual partner and s he didn't know how to give a blowjob, but it was more than obvious that this man knew more than she did. he also didn't seem the type to negotiate what he wanted which meant she needed to find someone who could teach her. but she wasn't doing anything for this pigheaded brute until she knew answers.

slowly peter explained the entire idea to his daughter, ignoring cato as he gently told her his grand master plan. her face stilled and her eyes widened in shock. they were making her marry this arrogant pighead? she couldn't believe it, but she didn't see a way out. she was trapped and peter put her there, he was always one for attempting to control her and he made it clear that her actions affected the future of this company. she was controlled and she didn't like it one bit. she turned and found herself grabbing two champagne flutes and sucking them down. if her father wanted her to act like a doll in public than she would rebel. they just told her she was going to marry someone just fora business merger and she didn't know how to feel. she didn't want to do this, but then a part of her wanted to do it for the thrill of it all.

she was one warped individual and she really needed rehab. while this man was in some exotic vacation enjoying his honeymoon, she would take hers as time to check herself in until she didn't have the alcohol crutch. yet so many emotions were reeling and she wanted to run but she was staying right where she was. she didn't want to embarrass herself. she didn't want to marry this man simply because she was told to do it. any other woman would run for the hills, but for some reason charlotte's feet were grounded and cemented quickly. she couldn't escape.

peter's eyes glared back at cato as soon as he was explaining the entire situation to his daughter. he knew it wouldn't go over well and he couldn't judge her reaction."the promised protection comes with the agreement, but not until it is final with a ring and legal documents. as for preparations - we haven't even started. we wanted your input and a ring to make a formal announcement. as this is news her, i never told her, we'll leave you two alone for an hour and hope you two can come to some sort of agreement to make this work. kirill, let's go wander while they talk." peter gently steered his newest business partner away from the younger two and left them to their lonesome.

charlotte didn't know what to say to this man, but she watched him slightly. what she could possibly say back to something like that? her heart beat in her chest, but it had to because she was buzzed from alcohol. she no longer got drunk so easily, but she couldn't think entirely straight. but she didn't see how this entire arrangement could benefit murphy enterprises - she would have to just go along with it.

"it's a title and paper. with a ring you'll probably never wear and a house you don't have to return to. what really would change for you? it doesn't look like anything to me. i don't expect anything from you but to be civil, if that's possible."

she was absolutely loss in some whirlwind and she had t-minus thirty days before she married this douchebag. blame it on the goose.

NOTES err.... hope it's okay...

THANKS

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seeing the look of horror and surprise on the blond's face filled cato with a wash of victory. he was sufficiently managing to fuck up his father's plans, and that pleased him. he enjoyed being contrary, and he was doing a marvelous job at it. he noticed her grab alcohol as the tray passed, downing them like a champ, and the sight entertained him immensely. he was already driving her to drinking. how appropriate. he was fairly certain his own father was an alcoholic when he wasn't surrounded by cameras in a public setting, and he knew it was all his doing. it pleased him that he could affect people he disliked so succinctly.

not saying this girl disliked him; she didn't even know him. she probably did - and for that, he didn't blame her since it was his express intent - but that wasn't his choice to make. all he could do was try his damnedest to make her hate him, and that, he was good at. he didn't want her to love him, even if she was pretty and he would fuck her in a normal circumstance. he didn't want her love simply because it was forced on him by this entire arrangement. he refused to have a marriage based on love, simply because the marriage was based on a business deal. as his last contrary act, he would refuse the positive this marriage could offer any of them. he would do it, because he valued his own life, but that meant he expressly wouldn't like it out of principle.

peter caught his attention as he finished explaining the deal to his daughter, and cato fixed him with his characteristically nonplussed smile that didn't reach his infinitely brown eyes. "a ring isn't a problem," kirill answered for his son, pissing cato off at the interjection. "i still have his mother's that he will give to charlotte."

cato sniffed, a white hot flash of anger spreading over him and snapping through his brown eyes until they burned with fury. his body tensed, but the movement was so slight that it went unnoticed beneath his tuxedo. the thought of giving his mother's ring to a woman he didn't even love, and was being forced to marry, filled him with an anger nothing else could. cato went through his life uncaring and unfeeling, letting everything roll off of him. even this forced marriage, although it irritated him, he didn't let the situation win. he was in control of everything in his life, even his anger.

but involving his mother was a different story entirely. the boy was filled with a deep guilt over the fact that he was the reason she'd died: giving birth to him. he never told anyone (although his therapist had guessed long ago), and he didn't talk about it, but his mother's death was the large elephant in the room in all of his relationships. that was the reason he hated his father while simultaneously starving for his attention. it was the reason he slept around, trying to get female companionship and affection but pushing it away because, deep down, he didn't feel that he deserved it. he had killed her. he imagined her as a sweet, adorable woman who would have loved deeply and purely, and he had killed her. he'd built her up as a veritable angel in his head, and he was the demon who had stripped her life from her at a young age.

therefore, the mention of using his mother's jewelry - a symbol of what he saw as her purity and affection - being used for a union that would essentially only be a business arrangement, sickened and infuriated him. his smile tightened as he glanced over at his father and then looked to peter as charlotte soused herself.

"that won't be necessary. i'd rather pick out a ring special for the occasion," he commented, his voice taut and pointed as he turned his challenging gaze back to his father. the older man's eyebrows raised and he returned his son's dark gaze, but he didn't argue. there was really no use. cato would get what he wanted.

the two older men found the perfect opening to leave him alone with his future mate, and cato watched them disappear before returning his brown, almost-black gaze to charlotte. she really was stunning, he had to admit, and it would be easy for him to fuck her. but he disliked her for the pure reason that he was being forced into this entire situation. he never wanted to be married in the first place, but if he ever had, he would want it to be his choice. it would be his decision and a woman who complimented him in the ways he wanted. not some random specimen of femininity who would carry his seed and please him when he felt like it. what sort of existence was that anyhow?

her words lofted to his ears, and he offered her a pleasant, business-like smirk, snatching his own champagne flute from a passing tray and toasting her with it. "you're right, Porcelain," he agreed, sipping from the glass, "as long as you leave me alone, i leave you alone, and we live peacefully until the time comes when we can both get out of this hellish arrangement legally."

taking a deeper draught from the glass, he handed it to a waitress who checked him out and made him smile at her roaming eyes. looking back to charlotte, he watched her impassively. "don't worry, you'll get a good fucking every once in a while. you look like you'd be fun to break," he commented, his wicked grin spreading naturally over his devilishly handsome face.

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charlotte started drinking heavily when she was finally able to eat, drink what she wanted over an approved list of food by the doctors. she never picked up a bottle before in her life but that night when she had freedom, she found her way to a liquor start and bought all sorts. the cashier questioned when the party would be and charlotte lied to him. they were all for her, because she was never a parting type. when one has no idea where to start, they start with everything and whittle down the list. while it was a good plan in theory, she never found one she didn't like and she had kept all the bottles in their own lavish cabinet. jamie knew of them, but she forced him to keep mum and threatened his job against it. she felt horrible, sometimes, but she didn't need anyone meddling in her process of coping. she believed she was making progress and she knew the next step was to check into a rehabilitation center to walk away from the addiction.

however now, this ruthless crude man that would become her husband by business contract was just pushing the envelope on whether or not she thought feasibly she could quit the bottle. he was going to make this entire arrangement hell for her and she was still reeling in learning that this was happening. thirty days until they were wed? she didn’t want to marry someone like cato, he had no respect for women from what she saw. he was so horrible in his first words to her, that she cringed at the marriage. her horrified eyes watched her father and she hoped that everything she was feeling shone through to him. how could he do this to her? their relationship wasn’t the best and here he was forcing her to marry some asshole that needed a reality check and maybe a lesson on the fact that women weren’t possessions. how could peter do this to her? how were they even benefiting from something like this? she couldn’t handle all these pressing thoughts. she had been so entirely firm and put together this evening and he had to throw this on her lap. she told herself not to do it in public so openly after the masquerade, but the chiding thoughts in her head couldn’t stop her now.

she grabbed the two champagne flutes without much thought and downed them like the champion at quickly getting drunk she was. yet now her body was building a tolerance and these three glasses of champagne over the hours she was here was not going to get her out of her right mind. she saw the three men watch her do it, but she told herself she didn’t care what they thought of her after he talked to her so cruelly. what she hated more than being treated like dirt was being treated like dirt for something she had no hand in. she steeled herself from them as they spoke and watched the many people in this casino enjoy themselves. she created this, it was almost like a child, and here she was on the opening night unable to enjoy herself. she wanted to walk away and survey the line of people winning or losing, having a good time – anything over what she was enduring in the corner of the room.

talk was of a ring and charlotte would rather have none of it. let it be on paper but not on her finger, she didn’t want to be so publically marked as this bastard’s wife. he wasn’t going to make it an easy marriage and he wasn’t going to stop being who he was for her. she didn’t know anything of him and she wanted to believe he was a good man who probably had a steady girl or something and charlotte was trumping his plans, but she didn’t know how wrong she was. interjecting, she cut her own father off. ”i’d rather not have a ring, peter. it can just be legal in documents, how’s that?” ignoring her, peter confirmed that for him as the business negotiator that a ring was a definite need. charlotte scowled at him and kirill, but it didn’t change the facts of this arrangement. "i still have his mother's that he will give to charlotte." she froze at the thought of wearing such a loaded ring on her finger. that ring meant more than this marriage and she wanted no part of it on her hand. if they gave her that ring, it would sit in a box in cato’s room so that she had nothing to do with it. it wasn’t right to wear the woman’s ring when this marriage was entirely a business arrangement deal.

Thankful for cato interjecting and firmly stating he would buy the ring they were left to their lonesome. She didn’t want this and she didn’t want him to think she wanted this. She would at least make an attempt to make it amicable between the two of them. She knew this would be no easy thing for the either of them. She spoke her peace, trying to get away from him as fast as she could, Peter told them an hour to spend together. However with her future husband adamantly refusing to behave himself, she didn’t even expect fifteen minutes. At least he wasn’t as hard to deal with as he seemed, they agreed to leave each other alone and it would only last as long as it had to. She didn’t care for his little name he gave her, but the only thing she had to counter back with was “brute” and she didn’t think it was effective enough as porcelain he gave her.

She didn’t want to be publically humiliated by him, but he saw it fit to do just as he pleased. He didn’t have to make it so obvious she wasn’t attractive enough for him and it kind of hurt. She would remember that for later, but at least someone found her attractive enough to sleep with her twice. He didn’t really give her orgasms that she read was the best part about sex, but she didn’t really tell him it was an issue. She had wanted sex and gunner cared for her, slightly, but it was agreed they would be friendships and that was that. With this man, she didn’t expect any kind of sexual contact. His words shocked her and she looked at him with wide, alarmed eyes. He seriously expected her to sleep with him? Or did he think that he would be doing her a favor by allowing her to sleep with him? Either way, she didn’t want much to do with him or his dick at all.

”Why don’t you just keep to yourself as agreed? I’m not asking for any part of that – I do believe we agreed it was strictly business? I have work to do, Cato. If you’re going to stand here and insult me for something I just learned, then you’re not worth my time.” She stated as she put her communicator back in her ear to listen to the drivel of the operations of this place. She previously told herself she would stay out, but she found herself running to stay in to get away from him. ”I’m not as easy to break as I appear, it’ll be a bit more difficult than what you think it will be. Consider it a challenge, if that’s how you get your kicks – being challenged and all that.”

NOTES "my name you cannot slander, adult girl watch your manners."

THANKS

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