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'No, I won't tell her. It'll just end up making things too complicated.' Ben explained, trying to keep his answer as vague as possible. 'And I'm happy as I am. Really, I am.' And he was happy as he was. And maybe he would be happier if he confessed his feelings. But then again, maybe not. Maybe she would leave. He couldn't handle the idea of her leaving. 'Anyway, my love life isn't really that interesting a topic.' Ben continued in an attempt to change the subject. 'I'm sure there are betting things that we could be talking about.'
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Calleigh frowned, just wishing he could be happy. But it was a two way street. If he found a girl...Calleigh would be left. She looked up, watching him. Yes, there is a million other things to talk about. She explained. There really was. So next weekend, Brandy is going to New York with the twins. I could actually hang out more. Maybe we could have a sleep over? She asked, her smiling. She was looking forward to that. Hopefully Brandy didn't give her a list of chores.
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Ben beamed, eyes lighting up. 'A sleep over sounds great!' He replied enthusiastically. 'Yeah! We could...I don't know...rent a film or something, get some ice cream. Make a pillow fort. Stay up until midnight and tell each other our deepest, darkest secrets.' He continued grinning, closing his eyes as he imagined it all. He started to wave his hands in the air, as if trying to sculpt out the scene. 'And then we'd get really tired, but neither of us would want to say so, because we would want to talk some more, and wouldn't want the other person thinking that we were just using our tiredness as an excuse to stop talking...'
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He just seemed to light up when she mentioned a sleep over. Calleigh laughed gently as he made it sound like they were two girls almost. Well, she was a girl. As he talked about them being tired and falling asleep, she closed her eyes and waited for him to stop talking. She then pretended to snore, as if she fell asleep. Of course, a smirk curled on her lips before she then cracked an eye open to peer at him. Isn't that how it will go? You will end up snoring on me! She teased, smirking before then blinking her eyes. But it does sound nice. I can cook us something special if you want. She explained. And then we can just play some Mario Party, watch some TV or movies and eat good food. She said with a smile. She was really looking forward to that. Just spending time with him. Oh, do I get to braid your hair and paint your nails pink? She teased, moving her hand and ruffling his hair up a bit.
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Ben grinned and wriggled his head under her hand. 'Well, I suppose you could, if you really wanted to. But I'm not sure pink nails would suit me. I think blue would be more my colour.' He continued, going along with the pretense. She seemed to be looking forward to this almost as much as he was. It almost made him blush, to consider that she might actually want him around. That she might actually enjoy his company. 'And I didn't know you could cook!' He teased. 'I swear the last time you tried to cook me something I ended up with severe food poisoning.'
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Calleigh laughed as he seemed to like that she was playing with his hair. Alright, bright blue nails then. I am gonna hold you to that. She reminded him. When he spoke, she rolled her eyes. It said it was in date and it smelled alright! That is all. It is not like I knew that. She told him. She had been making some pasta with milk and the milk had gone bad. So they got sick. I promise this time it will be delicious. Calleigh spoke. She then moved her hand, resting down against the blanket and closing her eyes for a moment. This will be nice. I really can't wait. She told him.
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The sounds of shuffling feet were heard in a back alley near the Florence Cathedral as too men faced off against each other, steel angrily flashing with a yearning for blood. It would have been yet another woman to fall under Salvatore's charms had it not been for her husband barging in on them together before any of the festivities could even begin. One quick tumult out of a second story window and he would have been gone had it not been for the shuffling crowd of people flowing around the great basilica towards the city market. Salvatore was not of noble birth or noble action, yet he had the good looks of one. Standing 6 feet with icy blue eyes and short cropped black hair with a matching stubble, his smoldering gaze melted the heart of many a woman, from stable girl to lady. This trait that he had for bedding many wenches got him into trouble more often than naught. Thankfully as a condotierre he had the skills to help him get out of trouble. His rapier was in his hand in an instant and soon the series of lunges, cuts, and ripostes were underway. His body moved smoothly from his many years of training in defence, his arms knotted with supple muscle that allowed him to explode at a moments notice, bewildering his clumsy attacker with quick thrusts until the tip of his blade entered his leg before gleaning out to slash at his attackers right cheek in a flash. He would survive, but bear the scar for the rest of his life. As the cuckolded husband yowled and keeled over in pain Salvatore made his escape, sheathing his blade and shuffling through the crowd.
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Lady Arianna D'Angelo looked at the note in her hand and frowned before folding it back and tossing it into the fire. She would certainly not be giving that man any thought. Marriage into the House of Sforza or Orsini would surely be a good political match but Alberto Orsini was hardly a man she could ever see herself with. He was rude, arrogant, entitled and rumor told of his violence toward his women servants and the whores he rented for the night. No. Even if he as rich as they came, she would not welcome his advances. Signs, she rose from her chair then started out of the room. Born to one of the richest men in Florence, privledge had always been a part of her life. Her father was close to the Medici family and so he was held in high esteem. Unfortunately, he inherited the same enemies of his friends. Arianna was the daughter of Giancarlo D'Angelo and the French Christine Devaux. Due to mixed parentage, she was paler than the average Italian with bright green eyes and dark brown hair that when loose fell to her knees in gentle waves. At the moment those tresses were parly braided in an intricate design with the rest flowing naturally. Her gown was a simple green and gold and she wore only an emerald necklace, never one to be opulent or gaudy. Simplicity was her forte and extravagance was useless. As she stepped downstairs, she saw one of her father's men entering in a rush and frowned. Signore Salvatore....is there a reason you are running as if hell is at your heels? She asked, brow arched. It was no secret what a womanizer the man was. More than once her father had chastised him for his loose morals and getting caught with married women. N gray husbands often came to duel or kill him and it was a miracle the man was still alive. Arianna was certainly quite the beauty with her pale flesh and bright eyes and the gown she wore nicely encased her breasts with an empire waist, revealing cleavage but still being conservative for the times. She was a bit on the short side, barely topping five feet four inches but despite her size there was an intellect there and a sharp wit for her father had kindly allowed her education in the arts and sciences of the times.
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After the brief brawl that ensued earlier, Salvatore made haste towards his master's estate. Well, if he could call Signore D'Angelo his master. That was the beauty of being a hired sword he had no loyalty that extended beyond his employer's coin. Although he far surpassed most knights with a sword, he was far from noble birth. He was born on a farm in Erasmo, ushered into the world with the smell of horse shit in the air. However that didn't stop him from mastering the art of defence, and gathering a band of all the rogues, brawlers, and killers to command. Now he hired his gathering to the highest bidder. As little as six months ago he served the Pope in Rome, Ludovico Sforza in Milan, and if it weren't for Giancarlo D'Angelo contracting him he probably would serve the Medici. His allegiance was ficklebut than again what enterprising soldier of fortune wasn't. Than again there was D'Angelo's daughter. For some time he had his eye on her, and should his hands ever unlace the bodice that suppressed that incredible pair of breasts he would count that as his greatest conquest. He scaled the wall surrounding the main courtyard of the D'Angelo estate and allowed himself to breathe a sigh of relief. He swatted his hand against his black pants to free it from the dust off of it. He was a man of simple taste, usually wearing all black. At his waist were the two weapons of his trade a swept hilt rapier and a matching parrying dagger. However at the sound of a familiar voice, he stood up in surprise as he saw Lady Arianna through the pavilion, wearing that green gown trimmed in cloth of gold that complimented her complexion and bore just the right amount of cleavage. Donna D'Angelo, it has been told to me by many a lady that hell hath no fury like a woman scornedbut it has been my experience that an cuckolded husband's steel proves more dangerous he said with a mischievous smirk. Making his way towards her his eyes scanned her. He had been with many women, but this one was by far the fairest. Time and time again she spurred his advances, but that only made the hunt sweeter. Besides, he was by far more of a man than the bloated nobles that came to call on her. How is my lady this fine day? he asked once he was beside her, gently grasping the slim fingers of her hand that rested against the railing.
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She smirked. Father isn't going to be pleased when he has yet another cuckolded husband demanding your head.... She shook her head then turned away and started walking slowly through the garden. It was spring so all of the flowers were blooming and it made her feel at peace even if she was in turmoil. At nineteen, Arianna was older than the average bride by a good five years but she hasn't met a man she wanted to marry. Not that it truly mattered. Her father had grown thin in his patience and was aiming to marry her to Alberto Orsini or one of the many male cousins to the head of Sforza. She had no wish to move to Milan or leave Florence but her wishes were beginning to fall on deaf ears. So who was your conquest this time? A duke's wife....no no...that is not it. Perhaps a rich merchant with a wife unable to suppress her base urges. You really ought to stop seducing married women and virgins...stick to widows or have you already bedded all of the pretty ones in Florence, she laughed softly then glanced at him before looking forward again. You are to much a rogue Signore and even skill with a sword can't save you if you cross the wrong man...or woman... She said then paused and looked at him. Did you receive father's invitation to dinner tonight? We are having a fine feast and several of my suitors will be there. It will be dreadfully boring but I find it rather entertaining watching women melt so easily for you. If only they knew what a heartbreaker you actually are, she smiled.
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He laughed when she asked him about his recent conquest. Strolling beside her in the garden he decided that he would humor her for a bit. Although Giancarlo D'Angelo payed him many a gold florin to retain him and his army, it was Arianna that truly reeled him in. You were pretty close. Woman was a brewer's wife, passable at best but very eager he said smirking as he plucked a white flower from a rosebush. However her drunkard husband barged in before anything could happen. He is now lame and carries a fresh beauty mark he added with a smirk as he handed the white rose to her I have indeed received an invitation to sup with your father, however I disregarded it immediately. These formal gatherings are so boring, I'd rather avoid breaking bread with bloated lords and lordlings if I can help it. Besides most ladies in attending are almost as ugly as their husbandsbut if your ladyship insists, I'd be happy to attend
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She took the rose and then sighed. Oh you would like it if I insisted. Don't think me one of those easy women. I know well your game plan and it shall not work on me. Your charms are ineffective, she smiled. I would like it if you came. You would give me someone to speak to outside the dull gentry. I will be forced to enjoy thoughtless conversations, dull witted men and the company of the likes of a Sforza cousin or the man my father insists I indulge, Orisini. I do not trust him and find his manner horrid but father insists. She paused and looked down at the rose in her hand. He is serious about this one. Alberto Orsini is cousin to one of the richest men in the whole of the Italian Cities. His connections with the House of Borgia and the Pope are enough for father to forgive the rumors of his temper. I know father loves me but his using me as a political pawn has me frustrated. She sighed then looked at him. Perhaps you could indulge me and actually attend this evening. It might keep them away from me. Your reputation does proceed you after all... She turned to look at him. Will you attend? Just this once. And I shan't ask again. Perhaps you may even enjoy yourself. I would even pay you....just to keep me company.
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It is a pity that you are immune to my charms. You don't know what you are missing. But I suppose it can't be helped. he said As he listened to her explain her situation concerning lord Alberto Orsini, he couldn't help but laugh. Like most men in Florence he heard a great deal about him he was swollen with pride, whored as much as any drunkard, beat women, and carried a magnificent sword at his belt despite the fact that he had no idea how to use it. Perhaps that was not the only 'sword' he didn't know how to wield it would explain why he had to pay to keep a woman for the night. As much as I would hate the sit at the same table as that braying ass Orsini, I cannot refuse the request of a lady he said, kissing Arianna's hand You are kind to offer to pay me, but the payment I require is not in gold. However a kiss from you would buy me as your gallant attendant at this most unfortunate dinner party he said
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She smiled. A kiss? Oh is that all. Very well, I can pay you in a kiss....but only after you attend the dinner with me, she said simply. Arianna smiled, realizing he still had a hold of her hand and retracted. And not to soon as she heard her handmaiden Guilla calling for her. She smoothed her skirts and then watched as Guilla came into the garden where they were. Signorina. It is time to start getting ready for the dinner....oh...Signore! Guilla was a young woman of twenty years, widowed and had a reputation for being a bit to eager to share the bed if any man she wanted. She had been trying to get into Salvatore's bed for as long as Arianna could remember. Signore...if you will excuse us. Arianna smirked then looked to Salvatore. See you at dinner. Try to dress appropriately, she grinned then took Guilla's arm and walked with her from the garden and toward her bedchamber to get ready. Tonight was going to be much the better having Salvatore present.
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You drive an even harder bargain than I do Signora. That is no easy feat your father knows that my fee is not exactly trifling. But if you give me such an ultimatum I'm afraid I can't refuse he said, slightly disappointed that she retracted her hand. Noticing that she was smoothing out the folds of her dress as if to present herself to someone, he followed her gaze to behold Guilla. He noticed the look she gave him and knew what it meant countless women have given him that look before. She of course had a reputation for allowing almost any man to bed her, pretty much a noble wench. But she wasn't bad looking, and should his plans for Arianna fall through, he wouldn't mind Guillia warming his sheets for the night. Deciding to humor her, he smiled warmly at her, bowing as gallantly as a mercenary could. Very well M'lady, I shall see you tonight he said, walking off. That night he bothered to dress more appropriately for the event, wearing a green doublet, white tunic, and black pants. Around his arms were leather vembraces. His trusty blade was at his side, it's twin dagger skewering a slice of apple as he slowly nipped into it, taking note at all the bloated warthogs that called themselves lords. It was dreadfully boring, but being seated between Arianna and Guilla suited him well, and the comely serving wench seemed to be refiling his glass with wine rather often.
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Arianna was dressed as a perfect Italian lady. Her dark hair was half braided with silver and dark blue ribbon intertwined, the half braid laying over her shoulder. Her gown was a royal blue with silver accents and lacing at the bodice revealing a white chemise beneath. White tufts peaked out at her elbows and shoulders and she looked every bit the young lady she was. As she sat beside Salvatore, she smirked and took a sip of wine. You look as dreadfully bored as I feel. Surely you are not so put out Signore, she teased then looked at the crowd of men and women. I am surprised you have found no eager woman to pursue. Don't you find Widow Fernatti lovely. That white gold hair, positively a novelty in Florence. Except perhaps to those who know the great daughter of the pope Lucrezia Borgia... She smirked. She and Lucrezia got along rather well but Lucrezia was married now to a Duke and separated from her plotting father and older bother. The nonsense rumors about her poisoning lovers and having an incestuous relationship with Cesare wee beyond think. Lucrezia was smart, independent and clever, and the two while not very close in age, had met when Arianna had been visiting her aunt in Naples. At that time, she had been married to the cousin to the prince of Naples. A man unfortunate to meet the end of her brother's blade. It isn't proper for you to say such things Signorina. You are unmarried and should not be so... Guilla began. What? He could pursue her for a dance or wooing. I am not the one with my mind focused solely on matters of bed games. She smiled then looked at Salvatore before looking to the group, seeing her father speaking with her would be betrothed. Damn the man for deciding such a horrid fate for her. Surely he realized how unhappy she was with such a match. Her smile faltered. Besides, I think the widow is long past her year of mourning. Signore Fernatti has been dead now some three years. She shrugged then took another sip of her wine, turning to her plate rather than the scene of the men talking and deciding her fate as though she were a cow up for sale.
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Salvatore finished the slice of apple and sheathed his dagger, the boredom completely drowning out his appetite. He smirked as Arianna quipped at him and suggested that he woo Lucrezia. Signora, you forget that I'm on duty tonight. If I were to leave you here, you will eventually be subject to the boorish advances of that pig Alberto. What have you asked me here to be other than a deterrent? he whispered to her. Besides you forget that I have served the Pope no more than two years ago. I'm afraid that I had enough of the Borgias. Besides Lucrezia has a reputationI'd rather not take any chances. he reasoned
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She smiled at him. I brought you here to keep me company. She laughed softly then flushed. I know Lucrezia Borgia. She only gets the reputation from her scheming brother and father, hardly from her actions. She and I correspond often.... She smiled then looked at the dance floor as a Volta began to play. Do you dance Signore? I think I should like to and you are the only partner i would ever entertain the notion of dancing with, she admitted, sipping at her wind then standing. Come...I know you are dying to get your hands upon me, she teased him then moved away from the table, pushing in her chair and glancing at him. You will enjoy yourself, she promised with a smile but that smile faltered at the sound of her father's voice. Arianna....I have given permission for Signore Orsini to dance with you.... Her father mused and Arianna cleared her throat. It is unfortunate father, for I am about to dance with our own Signore Salvatore. He shall wait his turn... Her father's mouth thinned in anger but she didn't care. She would not be dancing with the bastard he wanted to sell her off to.
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Very well Signora, I would like nothing more than to dance with you he said in acceptance, getting up and pushing in his chair as well, before he saw the momentary look of worry as her smile faltered to the sound of her father's voice. Looking past her he saw her father, with Signore Orisini following behind him like the dog he was. A thousand pardons Signorebut I have already asked to dance with your daughter. Since she has accepted, it would be rude of me to back out now he said, wanting to cover her from her father's possible wrath. Signore Orsini is more than welcome to dance with her after we are done should Signora Arianna wish it he said, looking at both her father and her would-be suitor with a mischievous smirk.
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Orsini's face was clouded and Arianna smirked then curtseyed to them then took Salvatore's hand and walked with him to the main of the floor. Everyone seemed to give them space and she placed her hands on his shoulders, beginning to step with him to the music as the Volta played out. She could feel his hands on her waist, burning into her flesh. She would be lying if she denied any sort of attraction to him. Salvatore was an attractive man but he was also a man that was unfaithful and a woman chaser. It would be dangerous to let her heart become enamored with him or allow him access to her body. Something she knew he desired. Thank you Signore. For rescuing me. The last thing I need is to dance with that man. Perhaps you will dance with me so greatly I take ill, she smirked, looking up at him, letting him lift her when the time came as they moved with the other couples.
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As my lady wishes he said, turning into her as they mixed in with the crowd of people on the dance floor, farther away from the line of sight of her father. I can see why you don't want to marry that pig Alberto. You know he wenches and beats women as much as any commoner and yet he gets a title, fortune, and lands he said It's a pity that I wasn't born noblethan perhaps your father wouldn't be so opposed to our unionbut one can only do so much to change ones circumstances. If my lady would like, I'd be happy to escort you to your chambers, should you dance so well that you will 'take ill' he offered