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She thought that she had one up on him. She thought that perhaps she had managed to get her revenge and make him look just as foolish as he had naming her Crystal, Kitty and whatever else he had named her over the last twenty-four hours. Lillian remained sat there with the look of victory upon her face. Little did she know that her look of victory would not remain for much longer. However, she enjoyed the look he now displayed on his face, looking for some kind of story but when he found it the smile disappeared from her face as he had found a way to turn it around on her.
Lillian tried to laugh and brush over it but she found herself biting the inside of her lip so that she didn’t lash out at him. Her eyes locked with his and she shot him a look that told him he would be in a lot of trouble when they were left alone but he seemed to response by taking her hand and kissing if almost affectionately before the waiter seemed to have heard enough and placed their order.
Lillian snatched her hand back and let out a frustrated sigh before leaning forward and lowering her voice so that only he could here. “I’m so glad that you find it amusing to let your wife appear to be a gold-digging whore. I hope you realise that it does not reflect on you very well either. At least now I know that the women that fall to their knees around you really are desperate.” Her words could cut like a knife as they came out sharp and harsh and when she was done, she leaned back in the chair and crossed her arms angrily. Even though they were playing pretend and whatever story he told about her did not besmirch her [I actual] reputation she did not exactly appreciate the way he was portraying her to other people.
For the remainder of their wait for food she avoided looking at him, simply gazing out of the window and thinking about all the things she wished she could say. All she knew was that she would be glad when they got to wherever they were going so that they could go their separate ways and never have to see each other again.
If Lillian had really been his wife and if they hadn’t been trying to avoid suspicion he might have hit the waiter. It wasn’t just the man's rude intrusion on them, asking such questions when he really had no place, it was the way he was looking at Lillian, his eyes burning into her as though she were not sat opposite her husband or ignoring his stares so evidently. He had seen her look away and wondered how much trouble he would be in if he were to hit the waiter. Surely Lillian would not blame him, this man was creepy and his attention was not wanted, by either of them.
Lillian spoke and it forced Freddie to give up his daydreams of giving the waiter a black eye. He looked down at her hand that he had decided to hold, with an intention of winding her up, and then to the waiter. His holding her hand only drew attention to her lack of wedding ring, something that he hadn’t thought of up until this point. It certainly wasn’t ideal and he could see why it would cause someone to question their relationship. He would need to rectify it.
He would have happily bought a ring for her to use, maybe even let her pick one herself, but Lillian was trying to get back at him, that much was clear.
“Now you see, that is a story. A very, very good story indeed.” Freddie placed the menu on the table and rubbed his jaw, trying to think quickly. He could not just make up some plain excuse, anything he now said would need to make Lillian either embarrassed or angry. Both options sounded entertaining.
“My wife did have a ring. A beautiful ring that was my grandmothers, she left it to me with her dying breath. Sadly my dear Crystal did not approve, the diamond wasn’t big enough, isn’t that right my sweetheart? It is where we are travelling today, to buy a new ring for her.” Freddie told the story all whilst smiling like he had won a war. The story painted him to be the sentimental type, a loving grandson who proposed with a family ring and it made Lillian – or Crystal – out to be a gold digging wife.
Freddie lent forward and bought Lillian's hand to his mouth, kissing it with the briefest of touches.
“You understand, I would do anything for my beloved wife.” He said, looking at her, his eyes blazing with mischief. The waiter seemed to accept the story, either that or he had gotten bored of hearing Freddie prattle on. He walked away, presumably to get their food and the moment his back was turned, Freddie dropped Lillian's hand and sat back in his seat, folding his arms across his chest.
“You think you’re funny, don’t you? Well, I won’t have you make a fool out of me again so easily.” He said and tried to suppress a smile, keeping the appearance of an unamused gentleman.
The waiter instantly made her feel uncomfortable. Even in clothes that were not her own, hair that had quite literally been thrown up and a face that had no be tarnished with the slightest bit of make-up, he stared at her as though he had never seen a woman before. She swallowed and looked up towards Frederick, hoping that when he introduced her as his wife he might stop staring at her in such a way and in his new protective manner he slipped his arm around her. She might have flinched or backed away from him if she did not need to pretend to be his wife. She would not be an estranged one if she could help if because that would simply raise questions. Instead she hesitantly smiled up at Frederick, perhaps the slightest bit grateful that the waiter might understand that she was taken, even if that had not been the case.
Lillian followed the waiter as Frederick moved forward and she found herself relieved that he hadn’t given her a horrific name. Once they were at the table he moved his arm from around her and she shot him a look before taking her place opposite him. She personally did not mind the limited menu or the fact that they have clearly been the same menu for several years since they were not exactly pristine and a part of her wanted to laugh at Frederick’s expression. It was evident that he was used to something a little more upmarket. When she heard the waiter’s voice she looked up and notice the he was staring at her the entire time he spoke. Usually if a man and his wife were out to lunch the waiter would mostly address the husband due to the status of women not yet being equal but she understood that his staring was not customary.
As soon as their eyes locked she pulled them away and looked at Frederick instead who had decided to give her another name that one would associate with a prostitute. Her lips twitched slightly as she held herself back from saying anything in front of the waiter. “Water will be just fine for me too, thank you.” She said as he leaned over and rested his hand on her own and did not seem to move it even when his eyes drew back to the menu. It was not long before the two were ordering their food and when the waiter had finished he looked down at their hands and Lillian looked towards him curiously. “Is something the matter?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s just...he called you his wife. Why do you not have a ring?” Lillian smiled and her eyes met Frederick’s. She had been granted with the perfect payback for her horrific name.
“Oh darling, why don’t you explain to this gentleman why your wife does not have a ring?”
Freddie climbed out of the car, his eyes scanning around slightly nervously. It was a quiet area to be sure, few cars were parked and when they went into the restaurant it seemed almost deserted. There was an uneasy feeling when they were not in the car, as though the vehicle was keeping them safe from the eyes of those who wished to hurt Lillian. Shaking his head, he looked down at his pretend wife. She had been proclaimed dead by him, he had seen the man accept the news with his own eyes. There was no one coming to get them, as far as their employers knew, he was living his normal life again.
Her words forced him to smile and as the waiter approached them he slipped his arm around her in an overly familiar way and grinned at the man. “My wife and I are looking to get some lunch.” He said and waited for the man to respond, asking them to follow him to a booth. Although he had been tempted to give her a name straight away, he only referred to her as his wife. Let her think he was going to behave, it would be all the more fun when he finally used her new name.
They were seated at one of the empty tables and Freddie released his hold on Lillian, motioning for her to sit down then took a seat opposite her. The waiter placed two menus in front of them, menus that had seen better days and Freddie screwed his nose up at the many dirty splodges that marked his paper. The man, clearly ignoring Freddie’s disgusted face, introduced himself to the couple, never taking his eyes from Lillian and asked if they wanted any drinks.
“I’ll just have water, please. Crystal, what do you want darling?” He said, smiling as innocently as a child at her.
He reached over and took hold of her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. To the waiter, they would just seem like a happily married couple, but Freddie was once again trying to provoke her. It was becoming too easy, especially when she had told him not to use a prostitute name. In his mind that was her begging him to give her an awful name, like Crystal. Freddie winked at her and looked back to his menu, not releasing his hold on her hand. The food listed was all overly simple, the kind of food you would expect from somewhere in the middle of nowhere. If he hadn’t been so hungry he might have taken her somewhere a bit nicer, where the waiters didn’t gawk at pretend wives as though they were lunch themselves.
Lillian watched the shock in his eyes and the way he needed to take a second look at where her finger had landed on the map. Something told her that she had been lucky and managed to find the right spot. Her lips turned up into a smile when he confirmed that she found he right place by telling her she could have her own bed. At least there would be no arguing over who would get the bed tonight. She figured that he wouldn’t allow her to have a room of her own and she did not seem to mind that even if she didn’t say anything out loud.
Lillian laughed when he took the map from her figuring that he thought that she did not really know what she was doing. Lillian sighed as she looked out at the road. Vermont seemed like a good place to stay especially since it was someone she had never been to before. Apparently, neither had Frederick and at least that meant that neither of them had a chance of being recognised. Until he mentioned food she had not even thought about it. “We can stop whenever you get hungry. My appetite has not exactly been normal this last twenty-four hours I’m not sure I could eat anything just yet.”
Lillian clicked her tongue against the roof of his mouth and snatched the map out of his hand and looked down at the map. “Of course I know how to read a map. If I can read blueprints, a map is just as easy.” The journey was quiet from that moment on, the only conversation was the ocassional direction. Eventually Frederick’s stomach began to demand that the two of them stop and they chose somewhere quiet. There seemed to be a lack of vehicles on the car park and when the two walked into the restaurant the only people in there were those who worked there.
“Well this couldn’t have been more perfect. I don’t know if I could deal with a busy restaurant right now.” Just as Lillian spoke, a waiter made their way towards them and she looked over towards Frederick and raised her eyebrows. “No prostitute names now alright? If I [i have] to play your wife you could at least make sure the I don’t have a horrific name.”
Freddie looked over at the blonde next to him, trying to avoid the intrigue from showing in his face as she stuttered over his mention of the men in her past, or possibly present. He hadn't even thought to ask if she was involved with anyone romantically, it would make sense, a reason why she refused to share his bed other than not wanting him. Did Lillian have a man? Someone that she was planning on meeting or maybe even someone she was leaving behind? Choosing not to pry into her life, he forced himself to forget the topic, not wanting to know who she planned to share her bed with when she was settled in her new life. Her romantic interests were none of his business and soon he would be able to get back to his own and forget the woman beside him who had quickly become so interesting to him.
It must have been pure luck that her finger landed on the map in the right area, on the road they were travelling down no less. Freddie had to double take as he looked down at it and raised his eyebrows are her, challenging her.
"Fair play kitten, you can have your own bed tonight. I'm still going to be staying in the room but I'm sure you already expected that." He reached over and took the map from her, balancing it on his lap as he continued to drive. Since Lillian was proving to be neglectful at planning their route he let his eyes scan over it a few times, trying to pinpoint a location that they could head towards. It would need to be something far enough away from the city that they would not risk bumping into someone, but not so far that they would have to drive through the night.
Vermont was a few hours away, they would arrive by nightfall and there would be a selection of places to say and a garage to refill the car. Staying close to the coastline was risky but there would be markets and bars, which would provide them with food and drink, both things that Freddie had almost forgotten about until he felt the empty feeling in his stomach.
"We will stay overnight in Vermont but we will need to stop for food before, I can't have you dying of starvation before I've paid my debt to you." He said and handed her back the map.
"I've never actually driven this far before." He said shifting in his seat to get more comfortable. "You'll need to make sure I'm going the right way. You [i do ] know how to read a map, right? You women are terrible with directions." He said and rolled his eyes playfully.
It seemed the Frederick spent the next few minutes thinking about some kind of response trying to rationalise a reason why she might not be able to have her own room. She knew that part of the reason he has suggested they were married was because it was the least suspicious reason for the two to be travelling together and it meant that they avoided questions should any arise. Lillina met his gaze for a moment as he glanced towards her and continued to talk about his exploits. She let her tongue click against the roof of her mouth and her lips parted in shock again when he mentioned her men. “My...my men?” He brushed over the topic easily and avoided picking up on the offended tone of her voice and continued to discuss their arrangement and confirmed he would not be getting her a room of her own.
She might have argued if she hadn’t been so shocked by his implication. Lillian certainly did not have men in her past nor did she intend to have any in her future. Her only experience of men had not exactly been positive ones and she was not about to admit to a playboy that she had never had a man in her bed nor had she been in another’s. Not because she was a prude or because she believed what many others believed about marriage. Lillian listened to his proposal and held up the map with a smirk. It was true that he had no exactly been following the map and Frederick had taken several turns since they had started their journey but she was happy to confidently bluff her way through this.
Whether she was right or wrong she was not about to turn down an opportunity to get her own bed. “We’re right here.” She said, doing as he said and looking him straight in the eye as she pointed to an area on the map that could easily have been where they were. It wasn’t too far from their starting point that she could be wildly wrong but she would not let him know that she was guessing, especially if she happened to be right.
Freddie raised an eyebrow at Lillian as she started to almost choke from laughing at him. It was not unusual for him to joke with his friends about women or use his own ego and confidence to talk women into bed. When he had been listing things to Lillian, however, it had not been to boast or to try to convince her to sleep with him, it had been merely to make her laugh, a thought that - if Freddie had realised - would have scared the wits from him.
Turning down another road, Freddie let them drive in silence for a while whilst he thought of the possibility of getting her a room separate to his. Sure it would make his life easier if he didn't have to witness her first thing in the morning, looking like an angel with his shirt risen up just enough that he could see the full length of her legs. Yes, it would be much easier but it also left questions, why were they travelling together? Why did they have separate rooms? If they stayed somewhere with a bar then it meant men could barge into her room and he wouldn't be able to protect her.
Freddie sighed and looked over at her. He wouldn't tell her that though, instead, he would carry on with his selfish act. "I never spend the night with women and no, we don't do much sleeping in the time we are together. If your men are sleeping then they're doing something wrong." He kept his voice soft and light, not wanting to get into her past relations, he moved on quickly. "I want to share a room with you and as it is my money, we will carry on this arrangement until I see fit. I'll even let you sleep in the bed tonight, kitten." He said and rubbed his arm where she had lightly punched him, poking his tongue out at her when she turned her head back to the map.
"I'll tell you what, if you can look me in the eye and tell me exactly where we are on that map, you can have your own bed tonight." He said, knowing all too well that she had not been keeping track of their journey. He had taken them off the main highway minutes ago, not liking the fear that came with every car coming into his rearview mirror and now they were speeding down the country roads which were much quieter at that time of day. If she could, somehow, tell him where they were without looking around for clues, then she would get her own bed. That didn't mean he wouldn't still be in the room.
She was glad that they were no longer talking of her brother. She found the topic rather honerous to talk about and she did not want Frederick to feel sorry for her. She just needed to get as far away from the place she had once called home as possible, then they would both go their separate ways. There was not much point in telling him everything about her past because they were not exactly going to be acquaintances for very long; just as long as it took to get to where ever it was they were going. Lillian threw her head back slightly and laughed at Frederick’s initial words. She was not sure that she had ever been a straight-laced pleasant woman but there was a time where she wouldn’t have dared to speak out against another. She was no longer that person and she was so glad of it.
Lillian would have laughed even harder when he started to list reasons why women hardly said no to him but when he reached the final part of his list that she stopped laughing and almost chocked. While she knew that he was open about such topics, it wasn’t every day that she was in the presence of someone who enjoyed talking about his conquests so openly. She simply looked towards him with her lips slightly parted from shock while her eyes continued to speak. When he brought up the fact that she should have climbed into bed with him she expected him to insinuate that she should have done so for pleasure, he surprised her. It seemed that the playboy could also be a gentlemen when he wanted to be. She swallowed hard when he told her he had found it hard with her sleeping on the floor and she blushed slightly but as soon as she did she expected him to turn to conversation and true to his form he joked about her snoring.
Lillian reached out and slapped her hand across his arm playfully before returning it to her lap and let it run along the map as though she had been paying attention to it he entire time and she hadn’t hit him. “If you don’t like sharing a room with me Lester you can always pretend that you are someone other than my husband so you do not have to. I am more than happy to have my own room. At least then I might be able to enjoy a bed rather than a floor. Besides, you are not exactly a peaceful sleeper yourself. I don’t know how these women stand to spend the night with you. Although, I imagine there is not much sleeping and I’m sure you hardly let them spend the night. Aren’t I the lucky one?”
Her brother was sounding more and more the scoundrel as she spoke. There were two types of people who didn't pay for things, clever people and manipulative people. Sadly forcing your sister to pay your debt came under the second category. Freddie was glad it was the sister he was dealing with because he was not sure, if it had been her brother he had met that night, he would have let him live. He didn't share this thought with Lillian, whilst he had made his unhappiness clear about her brother and what he had done to Lillian, he was not about to suggest that he would kill him would the situation arise. After all, Freddie was a stranger and Lillian was family to this man.
Frederick hadn't been told 'no' often by women, at least, not seriously. His mind rationalised that it was the reason he was drawn to Lillian. If she had simply climbed into bed with him, would he be so interested in getting to know her better? It would have made the car journey much more uncomfortable, that was for sure.
Freddie lifted his head back and laughed. "I'm not even sure where to begin with that." He said shaking his head. "I can not imagine you as an agreeable woman, nor am I sure 'yes' is in your vocabulary. Though I am glad the rebel in you has decided to show. I don't think I would be as fond of a straight-laced pleasant Lillian." He knew his words likely sounded like insults but he was trying to compliment her without being overly obvious about it. Only moments ago he had told her he had been interested in her since first sight and he wasn't about to tell her how much he was enjoying their exchange.
"Secondly," He continued, tapping his fingers as though listing his defence reasons "Women don't say no to me because I'm charming, handsome, funny and well, good in bed." He flashed her a smile and before she could speak or laugh, continued talking. "Thirdly, I really did expect you to remove your dress and share the bed with me not because I wanted to pick up where we left off at the manor but because you were tired and dirty. I never intended to touch you. Last night was, difficult for us both and I would never take advantage of you like that." Freddie ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
"It was probably for the best that you didn't share the bed with me, It was hard enough sleeping with you on the floor." He bit his lip and looked at her, letting her come to her own conclusion of what his words meant before he spoke again. "You snore. It's like a huffing noise, as though you are angry at me even in your dreams. Very hard to sleep with that noise, would have been worse with you so close to me in the bed." The corner of his mouth turned up, twitching for a moment as he tried to stop himself from laughing.
Lillian had blushed when he mentioned that he was in fact interested in her but it was best for both of them if she ignored his comment and that was her intentions when she changed to topic of conversation to something a little less dangerous. Although, listening to the new protective element to Frederick was dangerous in itself. It did not seem right they he would be so willing to protect someone he had only met less than twenty-four hours ago, yet he seemed more than happy to do so, even if he did cover it up with a joke. It was becoming a common thing with him.
“I’m sure if you found him you could bill him for the gas. Although I cannot promise he would be able to pay for it. I’m not sure he has ever paid for anything in his life.” She said as she looked over towards him as his sarcasm filled the air. She laughed at his words. It was true that she had been difficult with him and she had exercised a sharp tongue around him, even though she had learned a long time ago that such things could get you into trouble but no matter how much Frederick had tried to throw her off yesterday, something told her that he would not hurt her and perhaps that is why she found it necessary to test to boundaries with him.
“You would be surprised with how agreeable I have been in the past. I am afraid you may have simply found me at the end of my tether Mr Lester. I simply said yes one too many times and the rebel in me has decided to make life very difficult for you. Although, in my defence I do believe that some of your suggestions had not exactly been easy to agree to. Tell me Mr Lester, how many women have said no to you? Is it really that much of a shock that I refused to remove my dress and lay in bed with you?” She raised her eyebrow and found herself genuinely curious about his response. “I assume that a lot of women find it hard to say no to you. I cannot say I understand why.” She said with a laugh, hoping that her words would lighten the mood further.
Frederick almost slammed on the breaks when she threw his own words back at her. Surely she couldn't have believed him when he had said that? They had been in a standoff, she had used him and it had hurt his ego. Frederick Lester was not used by women. Despite the fact that he had been using her back, it had stung and so he had thrown those words at her to try to send her off balance, to make her feel unwanted and hurt, enough that he could take the diamond from her. It had been futile, he could see that now. She was a strong woman and hadn't needed his attention, if anything he had believed she had ignored those words entirely until she spoke them again.
"You're mistaken my sweet kitten, I'm very interested in you and have been from the moment I laid eyes on you. However, I am still just a man and you wounded my pride. I had intended to hurt you when I said that, though I can see it had only given you ammunition to use against me." Freddie smiled at her, showing that he was not angry at her choice of words but amused. "I will need to be more careful with my words around you."
Freddie drew his eyes from her and looked back at the road. He let her voice wash over him whilst he pondered for a moment. Growing up with a father as his, he had always been told that emotions were weaknesses others would exploit. His father was a clever man and would happily flog Freddie for saying such a thing. If Lillian wanted to hurt him, she would now know to go to his sister first. Instead of sharing his thoughts with her, not wanting to cry about his father issues to a stranger, he decided to focus on what she had said about her brother.
"If anyone dared to hurt my sister like you've been hurt then I would hurt then tenfold. Your brother sounds like a total arse. If I ever meet your brother I can't promise I won't hit him for putting you in a position like this."
Freddie didn't smile as he spoke and the sound of his own voice scared him slightly. He had never felt protective over anyone other than his sister, and the strange feeling that Lillian awakened in him didn't sit well. "Well, that and for making me drive all this way to see you safe." He did smile then.
"I take it you don't like being told what to do then? What a surprise, you've been so agreeable, I would never have guessed." Freddie said sarcastically and rolled his eyes. Sarcasm was not his usual way of talking and yet it was so catching.
The silence between them felt as though it lasted a life time when in reality it was only a matter of seconds. She wondered if saying such things would put ideas in his head. He could so easily leave her on the side of a road somewhere yet a part of her [I knew] that he was not about to do that. He had promised to help her and despite the teasing and his playboy demeanour, Frederick seemed to be a man of his word. She looked over towards him as he spoke, detecting the wounded tone to his voice. While she did not understand him all the time, she figured that he was being honest with her now. Just as she was beginning to smile at his sincerity he ruined it instantly with another typical Lester comment. Lillian shook her head. “Funny, because yesterday you had very different opinions about me. Why would a Lester be interested in someone like me?” Lillian used his own words against him now, wondering whether he even remembered saying such things to her.
After a minute Frederick attempted to start a conversation, despite the fact that he had suggested they could spend the rest of the journey is silence if she wished that to be the case. However, she was grateful for the distraction. Lillian smiled at his words and looked over his expression once more. Whenever he seemed to be honest or sincere about his feelings he seemed to instantly regret it and it made her chuckle to herself quietly. “Just because you are a Lester, it does not mean that you cannot show a softer side on occasion. It’s not a bad thing to want to protect your sister. In fact, it is rather admirable. Not as many people would go as far as you did to protect her.” Lillian pulled her eyes away from him as she continued to speak and kept her eyes on the road before them as she continued to speak. Perhaps offering a little bit of herself would allow him to open up to her a little more. “I think I would have been lucky to have a brother like you. While you aim to protect your sister, mine did everything but try to protect me. He was selfish and did not think about the consequences of his actions and because of that I ended up trying to pay off his debt for him.” Lillian shook her head, not wanting to go into too much detail. “What I am trying to say is you should be ashamed of caring for another person.” She looked back towards him now and offered him a smile. “I do not really know what the first thing I will do. I think it will just be nice to have some freedom, not have someone telling me what I can and cannot do or controlling what I do.”
Freddie chuckled as she complained about the names he had suggested for her. They were purposefully bad but Freddie had found he enjoyed provoking Lillian and whilst his advances seemed to have little effect, other than causing her to express how much she didn't want to share a bed with him or for him to remove his trousers, his teasing caused her to react in a way he found entertaining.
"Rose? That makes you sound so innocent. I'm not sure having a wife called Rose would prove fun for me. I can't see why we can't stick with Kitty." He looked over at her and grinned.
Her instruction had been to travel North and so Freddie turned down the roads that would lead them to a more open highway that took them up country. Her words surprised him and for a moment he thought them over. Should he have left her in the hotel room? It would have made life easier for him and yet he did not want to see her stranded without money or a place to sleep, or worse, in the hands of their employer. Frederick Lester was not a good man but leaving a woman to fend for herself when she had sacrificed so much for him didn't sit well in his gut.
"Despite what you may think of me, Lillian, I do not wish to see you hurt, nor do I only think of my own happiness." The words were spoken with a little more hurt than he intended and he had to remind himself that she did not know him as friends and family did, they barely knew each other.
"Plus," He continued "How often do I get to pretend to be married to such a beautiful woman with such a sharp tongue as you?" Freddie laughed again and relaxed into the driver's seat.
The had a long journey ahead of them and Freddie wondered if Lillian knew how far he was willing to travel to ensure she was safely away from the demons that had haunted them both the previous night.
"Tell me, what is the first thing you will do once you are settled in your new life?" He asked, trying to spark a conversation that didn't involve death, running away or lies. Hopefully, such a simple question would help them ease into a conversation they could both enjoy without having to argue or curse each other, not that he minded her sarcasm or wit, it was a pleasant change from the simpering women who he usually kept company with.
"I've always dreamed of running away. I think most children do. I always planned to live by the sea, maybe in a nice summer house with a dog." Freddie continued to look out the window as he spoke. "When my father married my step-mother and Florence joined our family, running away became impossible. She is my responsability now and I would never be so selfish as to leave her without me. If my father died she would have nothing save my families name." They were words he had never spoken aloud and as he said them he realised how follish and silly they probably sounded and he scolded himself silently for admitting to such a thing. He was a grown man and would one day inherit his fathers fortune, running away wasn't an option.
Regardless of Frederick’s instance that Kitty was a fine name she still allowed her face to show the disgust that she felt. She wasn’t surprised that he might find the name sexy because she would associate it with those who seemed to illicit sex and she was sure that Frederick was not impartial to such matters but she would not express that verbally. Even though her breath caught in her throat when he moved a piece of hair out of her face she tried to push the feeling aside and allowed him to take her arm to lead her out of the room. She was sure that he noticed how nervous she felt because he kept the conversation light and she was grateful for that matter.
Lillian screwed up her face at all the names he listed and she shook her head. “You have a habit of either making me sound extremely old or a lady without morals.” She laughed slightly and thought for a moment. “What about something simple like Alice or Rose.” She offered her ideas, not even sure he would listen to them anyway. Frederick seemed to have a mind of his own when it came to thinking up names for her and she was sure that he would use different ones to keep her on her toes and tease her at every opportunity he had.
She climbed into the car and swallowed hard before she noticed that Frederick had moved to face her. Lillian turned her head to the left and took in her serious look now. He hadn’t looked at her like that before, at least not with such purpose and that last thing she expected from him was a promise. It was uncharacteristic for him to act this sincere but in the small space of time she knew him, she could tell that his feelings for his sister were strong enough to allow him to fulfil his end of the bargain. The atmosphere between them felt awkward now and she looked away after clearing her throat, only looking back towards him when he handed her the map.
“North.” She said simply, not even giving it a moments thought before looking at the map he had given her. Lillian opened it up and familiarised herself with the lines as he started to drive down the driveway. “You know…I fully expected you to leave me in that hotel room. I’m still not quite sure why you didn’t. Your sister is safe, your end of the bargain has been fulfilled and you could have so easily left me to fend for myself.” It was a thought that had crossed her mind several times. True, he had lied and therefore implicated himself in her own deceit but he did not [I have] to help her. “I thought that you might stay here with your sister once you saw that she was safe.” Lillian glanced over at him so that she might be able to read his expression before she turned her attention back to the map in her hand.
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