WHO: Daphne, Cal and Clint WHAT: Weekly Dinner WHERE: Cal's house - Clint's Flat WHEN: Saturday Night RATING: R- Violence; abuse STATUS: In Progress.
Cal was in a good mood today. His business had done quite well this week and now he'd have dinner with his lovely fiancee. There had been nothing to anger him this week and that was good. He hated it when Daphne made him angry and he lost his temper. If she would just behave as she was supposed to, everything would go quite swimmingly. Taking a drink of bourbon, Cal read over the paper, frowning at the mention of the upcoming Falcon's game. Clint Warrington was getting nosy. At least, that was what he'd heard but he wasn't going to worry about that. An idiotic jock wasn't going to worry him. The Warrington's might be part of society but he didn't believe they had any type of pull whatsoever. His marriage date had been set and he'd soon be into the society and have the connections he needed to make his empire.
It was perfect, really. There was nothing that could put him in a bad mood today. His mother had been on her best behavior and he'd even visited with his sister's. Of course, the youngest, Thalia, had to be punished. Her scandalous behavior with a muggleborn had warranted her a sound beating. She was currently recovering upstairs from his wrath. He smiled at that. It had, indeed, been a good day.
Whistling, he headed to the porch, bourbon in hand as he sat outside with his paper. His fiancee would be here soon and dinner could commence. Perhaps he'd take her tonight. It would be quite enjoyable and this mood wasn't something he wanted to pass up. Just thinking about her lovely blond hair, submissive eyes and the bruised cheek he'd supplied her with was making him hard. Yes. Perhaps tonight he'd fuck her. She, was, after all, a good girl this week and deserved a lovely reward and he would be happy to oblige her.