It felt like she initially had not grasped just how serious the situation had been as a whole. He was tired of her being outright defiant as her doing it in that location was actually dangerous. If he told her not to do something and she did it anyway she could get seriously injured. For a ‘normal’ person they wouldn’t have to be as vigilant about staying aware of their surroundings. Sure there was a good chance that no one had followed her if she simply walked about as if nothing was out of the ordinary, but he was sure she garnered some kind of attention from blokes given the length of her bloody shorts. Showing that much leg she was bound to get some looks. As a matter of fact, that bloody things were even slightly distracting him while he was in the middle of being pissed. Either way people just could not be trusted and he needed her to be aware of that. Of course this was all because of her father. He couldn’t follow through with his plan to reunite the pair if the girl was dead. It would seem like poor business to let that happen. There was no other reason that he cared about her. Even entertaining that kind of idea was absurd.

Trey often got irate over his parents and the work camp. It wasn’t uncommon for him to fly off the handle though this was an absolute first. Sure the girl was aggravating but there was no reason he should have gotten as upset as he had gotten with her. Now he was wondering why the hell he even mentioned about what she did and did not care about. It seemed like something that was far too personal for him to have even remotely cared enough to verbalize. He ignored her response wanting to pretend he had never even brought it up. He nodded as she said she wouldn’t let it happen again feeling a bit more placated that she may actually listen to him from now on when it came to Knockturn Alley.

It was time to get things back to what the original purpose had been. He hadn’t invited her over for a nice little chat. No, he TOLD her to come over with the intention of shagging her senseless. They would have the apartment to themselves for a good amount of time without interruption and he fully intended on making ever moment of that count. He grabbed a beer from the fridge and glanced over before tossing it in hopes that she was actually capable of catching it. ”Showing an awful lot of leg…” He commented casually with raised eyebrows before opening his own bottle of beer and using his foot to close the refrigerator door.

Of course, Cecilia would never admit that she was relieved that Trey wasn’t actually making her leave, particularly since that really didn’t make all that much sense to her anyhow. She would just continue to blame it on the fact that she didn’t want to go home, even if no one was there. Besides, someone more than likely was home now—more than likely her mother, but Klaus worked from home a hell of a lot so he could be back as well. It simply wasn’t every day that she was able to get out of the house and she wanted to take advantage of it; she could have thought of something else to do if he wanted her to leave, but he had also now made her hyperaware of the dangers of Knockturn Alley so she didn’t know if she would even want to go and look for a pub. Clearly, he was still pissed, but he had been the one to tell her to come over so obviously he wouldn’t want her to leave until he’d gotten what he’d wanted. Cecilia had long since realized that shagging Trey was the absolutely only time that he was even tolerable. Besides, she certainly wasn’t going to turn that down; it was a better way to spend her time than just about anything else she’d been doing this summer. Not that she would ever admit that, obviously.

Coming here had made her realize that she really did not know much of anything about Trey. She hadn’t known that he’d lived in Knockturn Alley before today and now she was wondering about his parents, which was irritating because she shouldn’t want to know anything about him. He knew her father, so she supposed that could mean that his parents were Death Eaters. If that were the case then she wondered if they were in the work camp, because they clearly weren’t in Azkaban. This apartment was obviously more lived in than just Trey living here. She pushed the thoughts from her mind, because it made absolutely no difference to her. There wasn’t even any reason to be curious. If she really thought about it, she knew that there was simply no point because he wouldn’t tell her anything anyhow. She still had no idea what he hoped to gain from continuing this relationship to begin with—she could make some assumptions, but she had no solid reasoning behind any of it. Clearly, her father already liked him so it wasn’t as if he needed to impress him. Getting her mother, and Klaus to like him was another mystery because they weren’t even doing anything of import. This had been a hell of a lot simpler when Trey was just trying to irritate Roman, though she doubted it was ever fully about that.

She moved her hands up in time to catch the beer that he tossed in her direction, thankfully, before raising an eyebrow at his comment. “It’s hot out,” she stated, dryly, adjusting to get slightly more comfortable on the couch before opening her beer. “Besides, I figured this was better than coming down here in pastels, heels, and pearls,” Cecilia added, before taking a sip of the beer. It had really just been lucky that her mother hadn’t been home, or she obviously wouldn’t have had a say in what she wore. After all, she had to be beautiful to whatever standards her mother set and nothing about her would currently be meeting up to absolutely any expectations of her. In fact, she could even think of half a dozen comments that her mother would have already made about this outfit, so she really did hope that she could get past her into her room whenever she did have to unfortunately go back home. But she might as well take advantage of any time spent out of the house, even if it meant that she had to deal with Trey for a while. Perhaps something interesting would come out of being around here today anyhow, even if he probably just wanted to shag her and make her leave anyhow.

It would have probably made more sense to meet the girl up in a different location. He was sure he could have scraped together enough money for a little stay at an inn in a decent location. He was actually surprised he had even invited her into his personal space, then again it would really help drive his point home that she had no clue who he was. His life was complicated. He didn’t have what would be considered to be your average, angsty teenage problems. There were days where he wasn’t sure if they were going to be able to eat, though he didn’t worry too much about himself. As long as his parents were taken care of he could get by. Of course no one saw that side of him unless they were very close to Trey and his family. He was pretty sure that the girl’s father was the only one that had ever seen him like that. It didn’t matter how jaded life had made him, deep down he still had a heart somewhere. Granted he had absolutely no intention of showing anyone else anytime soon.

He had been relieved that the girl hadn’t left when he told her to get out. He wasn’t going to say that out loud, though he was convinced it was just because she was a fucking excellent lay and he would hate to have to go elsewhere for an ‘average’ piece of ass. Part of him knew that wasn’t the complete reason though he absolutely refused to entertain the idea that there was some deeper reason he had wanted her to stay. Trey did not do ‘dating’ at least real dating. He had no time or desire for anything outside of a shag. He paused in his thoughts for a moment, confused as to why he was even thinking about weird shit like that.

He shook the thoughts from his head as he watched her catch the beer and comment that it was hot outside. He watched as she situated herself on the couch with a smirk. ”Oh but I like the heels.” He said smoothly before sitting beside her and propping his feet up on the shabby little coffee table in front of them. He took a long sip of his beer giving her another look over wondering just how long he should wait until making a few moves.

She knew that her mother would have a hell of a lot to say if she knew that Cecilia was here right now, willingly. Oriana would definitely have issues with the fact that she prefer to be here as well, though it was true—even if she wouldn’t admit it out loud for obvious reasons. It was not what she needed for Trey to find out that she preferred his company to her family, however slightly. Of course, they were both even worse when they were around each other; in fact, it was nearly torturous. In order to keep her own sanity, she had to pretty much anything that any of them told her to do, which was just awful. At the dinner alone, she had practically turned into a damn waitress, fetching food and drinks, and Trey had gotten way too much amusement out of that. Hell, he had just gotten her a drink, even if he’d thrown it at her, which only further proved that he was way more tolerable while he wasn’t around her ridiculous family. Cecilia pushed the thoughts from her mind, immediately irritated by him. He was still intolerable, she reminded herself, just less so when her family wasn’t around.

After all, it had seemed like they loved him even more than they had upon first meeting him at that dinner anyhow. She didn’t know if she preferred that to how much they had hated Roman, because at least that had meant that she wasn’t getting the same treatment from him as she was from her family. However, it also meant that she wasn’t subjecting him to them, since he was certainly in the clear now—and Trey enjoyed amusing himself with her family’s expectations, which made it worse for her but better for Roman in the long run, she supposed. There was no reason to just not make it a little worse on her and a little bit better on everyone else; she recalled the first conversation that she’d had with Roman, when he told her that it was okay to be selfish sometimes. She supposed this had a selfish route in a way, since she hadn’t wanted to be subjected to her ex-boyfriend finding out about her father. But it really was irrelevant to think about any of this shit anymore, as it was frankly just over.

Cecilia rolled her eyes at his comment, before glancing over at him as he sat down next to her. “Maybe next time,” she replied, sardonically, as if she actually gave a damn what he liked. Wearing heels down here or anything that her mother wanted her to wear anytime she was out in public—or even at home, really, was a worse idea than asking for directions. At least it was in her opinion, though she supposed that they were both probably high on the list of shit not to do in Knockturn Alley. If she was to spend any amount of time here, and she had no idea if she was expected to, she supposed she should figure out those rules so that something bad didn’t happen… she had no idea what could actually happen down here, but she didn’t doubt that it could get quite questionable, clearly. “But probably not, honestly. I have to take advantage of being able to dress myself.” She knew how to walk in heels, though her mother thought otherwise, but that didn’t mean that she enjoyed wearing them. She was surprised that she even had a pair of shorts to wear, since her mother threw away pretty much everything that she owed that wasn’t ‘appropriate’ anyhow.

Trey had been careful not to mention where he lived or what his parents did for a living during their dinner. It would make it far more difficult to keep them on his side through this ordeal if they knew. Sure he held the ‘values’ they felt made him an acceptable boyfriend for the girl, but he sure as hell didn’t come with a pedigree or any other redeeming qualities. While he did feel a woman had a place the thought of anyone treating his own mother like that was infuriating, though he chalked that up to it just being because she was his mother. Mother is god in the eyes of a child… at least that’s the bullshit he had heard at one point or another. He hadn’t thought anything of actually getting something to drink for her. He was at home and he was a good bit more relaxed there. It was something he did for everyone. No, that was a lie. He would never offer a bint anything to drink before shagging. This was getting ridiculous to him. He was thinking way too into this.

There was absolutely no way his cousin made any kind of good impression on her family with the way he acted. He imagined the tosser probably spent most of the time around them trying to defend the girl which was absurd. She could handle herself… He paused wondering where the fuck that thought had come from. He didn’t care about how strong or weak she was. He just wanted an easy lay. That was it. He was sure it had to be the stress of his parents at the work camp and the meetings with Brant that were stressing him out which were causing all of the ridiculous thoughts just popping into his head.

A wicked smirk came across his face as she said that maybe next time she would wear heels. ”No, you will wear them next time…” He replied with an appraising look down her legs. She was sex on legs even without them, but damn if seeing her in those heels during that dinner didn’t drive him mad. It really was a shame he hadn’t had time to drag her off for a nice hard shag before he left… wearing nothing but those heels. These thoughts were much more like it. ”I’m more interested in seeing you undress yourself.” He said with a smirk taking a large swig of his beer as he reached over to play with a piece of her hair.

This entire situation was a bit… just bloody confusing, at this point. She supposed because she still recalled a time when she had thought it was going to be over by the end of the school year, and then shit had all changed when she realized what this was really about. Now she was stuck in this relationship for more reasons than she had been originally. Not only did she really not want Roman to know about her father on top of ‘cheating’ on her and dating his cousin, but now her family bloody loved Trey. More than likely, they wouldn’t even allow a break-up and would somehow figure out a way to keep this going, which would amuse Trey to no end, more than likely. At the very least, they would give her an even harder time if she did manage to break up with him, and that would make home an even more difficult place to leave and she would have nowhere to leave and go to. They would also probably arrange some relationship and marriage between some Norwegian and ship her off to Norway as ‘punishment’ for ruining such a ‘perfect match.’ Vaguely she realized that would probably be the end result anyhow, even when Trey decided he was bored and had gotten what he wanted and ended the relationship himself. Her mother would be beside herself, and she could see being shipped to marry some bloke in Norway as a fitting punishment for messing this up. Yes, this situation got worse every time that she thought about it.

It was irritating because, despite all of that, she was still bloody here, and it hadn’t taken her much convincing at all. Of course, she would ever admit that she had wanted to come over if only to get out of the house; she would simply blame it on having to do what he said, but she really was bloody relieved to be out of there for a while. She was out of the manor, she wasn’t dressed up and made up like she was apart of a damn pageant, and she was probably going to get at least an orgasm out of this outing—so, she could consider today to be rather successful and far better than a lot of alternatives that came to mind. Yes, she knew that it wouldn’t last forever and she would eventually have to go back home and deal with the fact that she’d left without telling anyone, that she was dressed like a ‘low class tramp’ more than likely—as her mother deemed any woman in shorts to be a low paid streetwalker or a lesbian, and then she’d still have to endure whatever else she was expected to do tonight. That could range from just dinner with the family, or some kind of gathering that her attendance was required at. Her mother told her about those in advance, but she made a hearty effort to ignore them and pretend that they didn’t exist.

“We’ll see,” she said in response, even though she knew she would. There was no use in not doing what he wanted her to do, bloody annoyingly enough. There were too many ways that it just came back to bite her in the arse if she didn’t. It would get back to her family that she wasn’t remembering her place, or he would get all aggravated at her and threaten to end their arrangement and she’d already went through how many ways that was awful. “That’s too bad; I’m more partial to you doing that for me,” Cecilia replied, lightly, before contemplating if she was some kind of mental breakdown for saying that out loud. She didn’t bloody tease him like they were actually dating. Besides her clothes didn’t actually come out of encounters entirely intact if he was in charge. But that was beside the point; it was still irritating that the comment had even come to her mind.

Trey still hadn’t figured out when he was going to end this, whatever it was. He had known it would at least last over the summer to accomplish everything he needed to do. He was sure after he had gotten her to meet her father he could probably kick to the curb. It wasn’t like he was ‘faithful’ to her. As far as he was concerned this whole thing was a fluke. There was nothing real going on between them so there was no need to just stick to shagging her. Granted he guessed it had been a bit since he had shagged anyone else, though he was going to just chalk that up to being so busy. He did have a lot to do in such a limited amount of time after all. His nights were typically quite long as any business he did was easier to do in the evening. Those were the reasons why he hadn’t had a chance to get a quick shag in… that was it.

It didn’t seem like it would take her very long to distract him from his thoughts. He had barely been sitting behind her for a few minutes before he had to fight the urge to just pounce on her right then and there. It typically took him awhile to get to that point really, but then again he was probably sleep deprived and the stress from everything else going on in his life had to be the cause of it. He gave her a look at her next comment knowing she probably would show up in heels next time as she had gotten much better at ‘listening’ to him. ”You wouldn’t regret it…” He replied with a slow smile. He was sure of that much at least. He chuckled as she continued on. He certainly did enjoy doing that for her, though a good portion of her clothing was destroyed in the process. It always felt like he couldn’t get them off fast enough to have her. ”I think I’ll make you take them off for me instead.” He said smoothly before leaning in to press a kiss to the side of her neck wondering just what kind of show he could get out of her.

Shorts weren’t the only item in her wardrobe that her mother would throw out if she found. Sandals were on that list as well, as every pair of shoes apparently needed to have a heel. Hell, her shirt was probably something her mother would burn as well. In fact, the only bit of her that she thought her mother would consider appropriate were her nails, and that was only because they were still done from their last ‘beautifying’ session. Cecilia raised an eyebrow at his statement, wondering just how he would make wearing heels worth it. “Walking in heels on cobblestone?” Cecilia said, incredulously, “I’m unsure how I wouldn’t end up regretting that one.”

Actually wanting to be around Trey was one thing, because once again, it wasn’t so much Trey as it was a way to get away from her house; but she was irritating herself any time that she said something to him that she frankly just shouldn’t have. It seemed to be happening more often nowadays, at least when she wasn’t around her family, and she would find herself making a teasing offhanded comment that she would have made to Roman or that she would make to anyone that she was actually dating. It wasn’t as if she was forgetting that this shit was an arrangement—as that was something that she would never forget even if he didn’t prove that every damn second by ordering her about, and it wasn’t as if she didn’t hate him. Of course she hated him, she knew that was the truth, because he had blackmailed her, ruined her relationship, multiple friendships, and tortured her on a daily basis by taking advantage of situations to get his way. Obviously she hated him. Granted, sometimes he wasn’t absolutely awful to be around, and she preferred to be around him than her family, but that didn’t mean that the hatred still wasn’t there. There was just no point in showing it for the most part.

In fact, she should be glad that these types of comments were slipping out against her better judgment, because it made everything even more believable. But she still found herself incredibly aggravated and thrown off by the words she’d just spoken, though luckily he spoke again and she could push the thoughts from her mind. Cecilia hummed a response as though she was contemplating if she was actually going to take her clothes off for him, though the sound partially was just the only response that came to mind when he brought his lips to her neck. This was why she had come there for in any case, but she recalled that she was trying to avoid going home and he was obviously going to make her leave afterwards so this might be worth stalling for a bit longer. “I’ll think about it,” she replied, finally, lifting the beer to her lips to take a swig. In fact, the idea seemed almost as tempting as him getting her clothes off for her, because it seemed like another way to take a bit of control and tease him. Well, he had bloody asked for it, she mused, but still she planned on drawing this out a bit longer to avoid going home.

Trey chuckled at her comment on the heels, though it wasn’t his typical kind of laugh that was condescending in nature. It was a true laugh showing his amusement at what she had said. It was unnerving for him as it seemed like she was bringing out odd little things with him that didn’t come out very often if at all. ”I have faith in you.” He said with another laugh before shaking his head. ”Oh believe me… you wouldn’t regret it.” He added with a large smirk. She certainly would not regret wearing the shoes to see him. He would make absolutely sure of that. His mind was flooded with inappropriate things he could possibly do to her. His eyes scanned the small apartment taking notes on quite a few areas he could put her to work at. In all honesty he had already started making a mental list of all the things he would so to her regardless of foot wear. As long as she was naked that’s all he cared about really.

He had been telling himself that since she walked in the damn door. All he cared about was just getting her naked and shagging her. He didn’t like her as a person or the company she was giving him. No, not at all, that was just a bunch of rubbish if he ever heard it. Trey didn’t ‘like’ the bints he shagged, and he certainly didn’t date them or anything ridiculous like that. But it was getting difficult for him to understand just why he had cared so much about her safety, or even cared enough to not just rip her clothes off and go at it. That was usual for him. He’d shag a bint and send them on their way, not whatever the fuck this was.

It was surprising that he was allowing her to be sarcastic with him, or outright disobeying him in general. Normally it would piss him off pretty badly to the point where he probably would have kicked her out at this point and just found some other bint to fulfill his needs. Well, they weren’t in public so he supposed he could cut her slack. No, he should absolutely not be cutting her any bloody slack. He smirked as she hummed when he kissed her neck wondering if she was actually thinking about something or if she were reacting to him. ”I didn’t give you the option to think about it…” He whispered in her ear before pulling away with a smirk. He really did just want to take her on that bloody couch… but he liked it much better when she was begging. He wouldn’t just give it to her anyway. At least that was what he was telling himself at the moment.

Now that she was contemplating it further, Cecilia was pretty damn sure that she had something ridiculous to go to tonight when she got home—some random gathering that she was expected to attend, though she had no idea why she would have to go to anything when she apparently wasn’t fit to be seen in public anyhow. Really, she would have thought that her mother, Klaus, and Lars would rather avoid the embarrassment by pretending that she was sick or dead than actually have her go anywhere with them. But no, she was required to go to these damn parties to act the part of some docile and respectable bint to keep up appearances. It was damn well torturous, though her little stroll down Knockturn Alley had certainly put shit into perspective for her again. Cecilia knew that her life was pretty damn good when compared to some people’s, and that she really didn’t have much to complain about—not that she ever complained out loud, obviously. That would be the worst bloody thing she could do, making any situation that she was apart of worse. But being in Knockturn Alley just furthered her idea that these parties were absolutely unnecessary, frivolous, and useless. Why were these people spending galleons on flower arrangements and tablecloths while other people were starving or who the bloody hell knew what else in this area of town? It was bloody ridiculous; this entire damn thing was ridiculous. Cecilia supposed she didn’t even have the right to get aggravated at that, since she was the one going to the parties with the flower arrangements in question, even if it was grudgingly.

Really, these thoughts weren’t what she should be focusing on at the current time, if ever. It wasn’t as if there was anything that she could do about it in any case. She was almost grateful when Trey spoke again, because it distracted her from continuing this train of thought that certainly didn’t need to be continued. “Faith isn’t going to stop me from snapping my ankle, but ‘beauty is pain’ and all that—or so I hear, at least,” she replied, offhandedly, realizing too late that she was bloody having a normal conversation with Trey again, which she didn’t like. This was easier when he was just telling her to do shit and she was holding back aggravating him with whatever remark came to mine, as at least then she knew exactly what was going on. “Oh, I’m sure I won’t,” Cecilia added, rolling her eyes. It seemed like his mind was already going through just why she wouldn’t regret it, which was making her quite curious, though obviously she wasn’t going to actually bloody ask. She would certainly find out, since she knew that she would be wearing heels next time—it would be a shame to come this far for her shoe choices to be what broke this arrangement and had Trey telling everyone about her father.

She wanted to put off shagging, but it was obviously easier said than done. If Trey even attempted to initiate anything, she would be hard-pressed to turn him down, and that annoyingly had nothing to do with their ‘relationship’ and the information that he had over her. After all, he had made it clear from the beginning that he wouldn’t shag her until she wanted it and irritatingly he had been right as she had said that she was never going to bloody want it. That hadn’t been the case, apparently, and if her earlier comment was any indication, she was past trying to pretend that it was—for the most part, at least. “Well when you put it that way… I suppose I can oblige,” Cecilia stated, knowing that he certainly hadn’t. Really, that should irritate her, but it was having the opposite effect. Momentarily, she told herself to damn well cool it, reminding herself that she needed to stall if she wanted to avoid going home for as long as possible. “But you’ll have to remember you asked for it.” He was probably going to be wishing that he had just ripped her damn clothes off by the time that she was done, she mused, though she was still going to stall this for a bit longer anyhow. Being here was simply so much better than being at home, no matter the company, though she obviously wouldn’t be telling Trey that.