"Elle! Wait! Where are you going??" Vincent was yelling with fury in his voice.
"Away from you, because that's obviously where you want me to be. So consider me gone forever." I couldn't believe him.. He stood there with a dumbfounded look upon his face with that whore right by his side. Well, here we go with another new beginning.
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You're all probably confused so let me start from the beginning.
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Two months earlier...
"Eleanor Lancaster!" My mother was yelling for me.. What could it be this time? Another 'knight in shining armor' coming to take me away? Yes. My mother is forcing me into marriage. So I quickly finished my makeup, and checked myself in the mirror before I ran down the stairs to see what was wrong. Sure enough, another guy was standing in the doorway. Flowers included. But this guy sure did know exactly what I liked. Black roses to be exact.
"Eleanor, this is Vincent Antonio. The CEO of the Italian clothing company Wanderlust. He'd like to take you out on a date."
I mean, yeah. The guy was head over heels gorgeous. From his well sculpted abs you could see through his suit, to his sharp jaw line. He stood at a tall 6'2, towering over me. He had beautiful chestnut shaded hair, to gorgeous and captivating emerald green eyes. But he just wasn't the type of guy I was interested in. Yet. By the way, just in case you're wondering, I'm in love with his Italian accent.
"Oh, okay. Sure." I really held no remorse for this man. None at all.
Enough of the theatrics. My name is Eleanor Mary Lancaster. I am 5'7", I have dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and a light peachy, olivey skin. I am 17, and I still live at home with my mother. My father is no longer around. He left a long time ago. Haven't seen him since I was 5.
"My, you are gorgeous Eleanor. I'd be honored if you would be my date tonight." Jesus. This guy is kinda weird.
"Okay, I'd love to be your date. But mind you, I don't kiss on the first date." I said that with too much of an attitude, but I wanted to make sure I got the point across. Okay, here goes nothing.
I say bye to my parents as he escorts me out to his lovely white Lamborghini.
"So," He says as he opens the passenger door for me. "Are you in college yet?"
"Nope. Just about to graduate high school." He shuts the door gently. As he walks around the car, I look around. The car smells like him. Amazing. The interior is a nice black leather with red thread. He opens his door, sits down, starts the car, and continues the conversation.
"Well, what do you plan on doing when you graduate? What college will you be attending?"
"I have been accepted into Boston University, I'm going to be studying business, then I plan on going to New York Law or Cornell University to get my masters in law."
"Wow. So you're pretty smart."
"I guess so." Why does he keep talking? I really don't want to be here right now, and if he can't tell by the tone of my voice, then I don't know what to tell him.
"Listen, I know you don't want to be here right now. I'm not stupid. I can tell by the tone of your voice. But I promise, I will make it worth your while. I know you're not too pleased with what your mother is doing, but maybe she's doing it because she cares about you. And I know this might seem creepy, but I've read up on you. Your mother has told me tons about you, and from what I know, you seem like an amazing girl, and it seems as though we have a lot in common."
"You literally read my mind. And my mother doesn't care about me. She's just trying to sell me to the richest guy possible so it's more money she can get to support her drug habits. If she cares about me, then why does she beat me all the time? Huh? Can you answer that?"
