Life For Rent!

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Uhm.. I had a slight problem writing this in a guy's point of view, so I thought I write it in third person instead. Hope you like it!¤*¤*¤*¤*¤*¤*¤*¤*¤*¤*¤*¤*¤*¤

And here am I thinking today couldn't possibly get worse then this shows up, thought Darrell.

His uncle's insane rant and out of the blue announcements, Scarlet's personal mission to get him on the altar besides her, his cousin non-chalant attitude to the family business; all these should have been more than enough excitement in his life but no...the big guy up there wasn't through laughing his balls out.

His gaze roamed over the girl from head to toe. If she didn't look so much like his missing cousin, his first instinct would have been to flirt with her until she blushed. She was that attractive. What was it with attractive women and conniving schemes? He would probably go to his grave wondering. Cordelia had been that way, even at her last moments...

He mentally shook himself. He had to get rid of this fraud before she could do any damage to the carefully laid plans.

'Whatever your game is,' he said, 'I've got no time for it. Leave my house now. And be grateful I don't report it.'

She took a step backwards and turned to leave, but Wilfred went after her, surprising Darrell-and the girl, by the look on her face, when he gripped her arm.

'Perhaps we shouldn't be so hasty.' Wilfred said.

'Come again?'

He took a breath. 'Look at her, do you not see what I see?'

'Yes Wilfred, I'm looking, and all I see is a conniving gold-digger, who just has the good fortune of having a slight resemblance to a missing hieress!'

She gasped, 'Did you just call me a gold-digger?'

Darrell approached her menacingly, though for some reason, he wasn't too suprised when she stood her ground. 'That was just paying you a compliment. If you stick around much longer, you'll be thrilled by my extensive knowledge of very colourful vocabulary. Would you do me the honour of throwing yourself out or shall I?'

Her perfectly shaped brow raised a notch. She tapped his nose with her finger. 'Dear Darrell. I was right to say you hadn't changed a bit. You know, with the exclusion of father, you were the one I missed most. I'd never forgotten how empty, stupid and dumb your threats were.'

'O is that right?'

'O yes! Now, I don't know why you feel so threatened by my sudden reappearance, but quite frankly, I don't give a..,' she coughed. 'I don't care. Just get out of my way and let me see my father!'

Darrell scowled. 'Empty threats uh?' He moved so quickly that she barely had enough time to think until she found her arm was pinned to her back and she was being forced to walk towards the door.

'Let go of me you asshole!' She squirmed.

'Please sir, let's just listen to her story at least.' Wilfred begged.

He had almost succeeded in pushing her out the door when he heard a voice at the head of the stairs.

'What the hell is going on here?'

He cursed. Who else had a perfect timing in making his entrance but Vincent. He heaved a sigh and turned with the girl to watch Vincent's quick descent down the stairs. As usual, he looked as though a comb had lost its way in the process of brushing his hair. No doubt he had slept on his suit, by the untidy way it was looking. Why his uncle had chosen to place him in charge of his business was beyond him. He missed a step and nearly tumbled to the bottom.

Darrell raised his eyes to heaven. I'm surrounded by idiots, he thought. 'No need to have troubled yourself Vincent. Our uninvited guest was just leaving.'

Vincent straightened up and adjusted his glasses. He blinked twice on seeing the girl. 'What the devil...? Is that... Cordelia?'

She squirmed out of Darrell's grip and gave him an icy glare which he returned then hurried towards Vincent as an arrow to its target. 'Vincent! At last, someone else with a brain. You know it's me, don't you?' She pointed angrily at Darrell. 'Would you please tell that imbecile who I am!'

'Are you mad Darrell! It's Cordelia! She's come home!' Vincent exclaimed.

'I'm sorry, but that's not the way I see it.' said Darrell.

'And how do you see it? Have you looked at her?'

'Why do you guys keep asking me that?'

'Because it's obvious you're in more need of those stupid glasses than Vincent, melon head' She smirked. 'No offence Vincent.'

'Oh she's Miss Simpson alright.' Wilfred chuckled.

Darrell turned to glower at him.

'If anyone needs me, I'll be in the salon preparing the table for tea.' he turned to leave.

'Yeah, try not to hurt yourself eavesdropping on our conversation.' Darrell said.

'I shall try not to sir.'

Taking advantage of his divided attention, Alley had grabbed her single luggage and was about to make for the stairs when he suddenly turned and yelled.

'I thought I asked you to leave''

'I'll like to see you try and stop me you jerk!' She challenged but gave a panicked yelp when he advanced towards her. She quickly pushed past Vincent and raced up the stairs.