Arranged high society marriage (Open RP)

PrincessAmelia

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(Guy needed to play Trent he needs to be a bit stuck up but charming and wanting this marriage to work because he doesn't want to be like his dad who's had many failed marriages)


Name: Isabelle Remora.
Age: 19
Description: Brunette long straight hair, greeny blue eyes, tanned body, five foot seven, 102 lbs, 30 C boobs, tiny round ass and a beautiful smile.
History: daughter of Ilda and Frank Remora the owners of Remora hotels and casinos. Her grandfather made millions in oil in his younger years so the Remora's are set up for life. Isabelle is set to marry Trent Bass son of Carl Bass his mother dead Carl is married to his fourth wife Gwen. The Bass fortune comes from Trent's great grandfathers findings of artefacts and for his fantastic creations. Trent and Isabelle have only met each other for a brief amount of time now they are due to marry because of an arrangement made by their families.

Isabelle was in her white BMW driving to her parents house where she was going to meet her future husband properly. She had heard so many rumours about him being a self-absorbed player. Isabelle was a girl who played dirty she thought revenge was best served cold, she's smart, calculated and mischievous. She was in a tight black skirt that went to her knees, a white v-necked blouse that showed a good amount of cleavage and on her feet was a pair of black heels. She was nervous about netting Trent properly she would have to lay some rules down with him if they were going to be able to work and actually get married. She hoped they'd get along she didn't want a mockery of a marriage even though it was arranged. She wanted to be happy and have a good marriage would Trent want that or would he want to carry on his player ways. She might have to convince him by showing him what kinda wife she'd be, she'd be a good presentable wife but in the bedroom she would be a sexy horny minx and she knew how to show him that he would maybe get a treat before lunch and the treat would be her under her skirt and blouse was a white corset with frilly French silk knickers with suspenders . She pushed her hair out of her face as she parked at the front of her parents house. She walked into the house and saw Trent she had seen his face at all the big events. She slide next to him on the sofa they were alone in the living their families in the study. "Hi I'm Isabelle your Trent right, what do you think of the place I designed this house with the help of my farther its only just been finished." She smiled at him as she crossed her legs she was trying to act like this was so usual for her meeting her potential future husband but inside she was feeling awkward and annoyed that she had no say in who she married. She looked at him she thought he was handsome but she was worried he was going to be up himself. "Do you mind me asking how do you feel about you know the arranged marriage?" She really wanted to know what he thought.
 
"what is marriage, save for a couple rings, a few children and a life time of misery" he swirled his glass of burbon bringing it to his lips "marriage is a cancer and needs to be erased from society" he took a sip, isabelle was stunned that trent could say such a thing, she was raised with strong family morals, personality whit and charm. a loving husband and a family full of happiness. sunday dinner, every sunday with the whole family, what was she marrying into. "i mean look at society in large right now, divorce is every where you see, one in five will divorce within a year two in seven divorce in two years, rates just keep rising, should've been a divorce lawyer would have that house in the hamptons by now" she was stunned and he knew it, he wasn't going for the stun factor he was going for the honest one. "but....divorce rates have stopped" he leaned over and she could smell the alcohol on his breath "Between you and me, not everyone can afford a divorce" "do you think we'd get divorced" he scoffed then said "if we're lucky" she turned red, she stood up stomped her heel and said "your deplorable" "get used to it we'll be married in a few short months sweety". she threw her hands up and screamed storming away. he took another sip of his burbon then said "marriage" he laughed "love, what a cruel word". he'd never known happiness save for his mothers caring embrace which was taken from him far to early. his father shipped him off to boarding schools where he rebelled, holidays staring out a window waiting for that limo to come rolling up. there was never a family in his mind, it had been taken away at seven. he looked upon the man who he was forced to fall dad, he stared at the remora's house keeper as she cleaned. he wondered if she would be his next step mother. he wanted marriage but first he needed to know how to love and that was something he was never taught to do.
 
She ran off to the bathroom in tears she couldn't believe who she had to marry even though it was an arranged marriage she hoped her and her future husband would fall in love. She believed you couldn't have one without the other her mother always said you can't love without marriage. She couldn't understand why he was so cold she had a great upbringing she had been home schooled and her parents adored her. She wiped her tears away and headed back in. She walked over to him. "You are such a horrible man and if I marry you I will be glad it will be over in a few months. You don't deserve anyone." She slapped him hard in the face. "You are unable to think of love and marriage as a holy thing its wonderful I've been told anyway. I've never been in love but I'm hopeful I will but who knows love is complicated and I thought we could help each other but your not willing. Don't expect anything from me when were married you'll only ever get this one kiss from me." She leaned and kissed his lips softly and passionately
 
"if there was a heaven"he thought through his drunken haze, "it would be found in these lips of hers" he kissed back harder and harder till his hands found her ass it squeezed tightly and it didn't seem to mind "ahem" said his father, he pulled back turning running his hand through his hair and laughing "Yeah" he walked quickly to the bathroom slamming the door and staring at himself in the mirror "What the fuck are you doing, you don't want this, this is just to make the family more reputable right...... right?" he gazed at himself in the mirror then shook his head he brought his hands to his face then laughed into them "damn" he thought "damn damn damn" those lips would be the topic of conversation in his mind for days let alone the sole dream in his minds eye. he thought about it, wanted them wanted her. he looked out the door "you could take her, she did kiss back" he thought. his feet found there way out of the bathroom running right up to her as she talked to her mother grabbed the sides of her head and kissed her with all the emotion in the world feeling some sort of spark in his other wise cold facade.
 
She kissed him back passionately she took his hand and lead him out of the room. "What was that about I told you I would marry you but I wouldn't do anything for you and I thought you didn't believe in love and marriage." She stroked his chest "your obnoxious but still I want you I don't know why though"
 
"i'm an asshole" he laughed "oh god i know i'm one, but i normally can't change who i am, let me tell you there have been lots of women before you..... but now" he turned to the wall staying silent for more then a moment, "but now" he held his breath. "i don' t know" he tried to walk away but then stopped.
 
"Yes your a big asshole. Your crazy but I'm crazy too." She looked at him "Don't walk away please talk to me we are getting married either way so we need to try to get on." She smiled at him she really wanted to get on with him.
 
"what would you have of me" he laughed "long walks on a sunset beach, flowers every day, a kiss every beautiful morning, making love every night of the week, for me to love you, god can't you tell i'm damage" he laughed "i'm damaged and i don't know how to love" he laughed trying not to cry "i'm so damaged its unbelievable, but what would you have me throw you up against this wall and take you right here right now would that make you happy"
 
"I don't want anything off you I'm not sure why your even appealing. Your a lost boy I don't need complications. I don't care if you even like me I know the wedding is already planned and its happening." She slapped him. "So snap out of it." She shouted at him. She couldn't be bothered with his whining she knew he wasn't hard done by he had been spoilt just like her and she was fine. "Your arrogant thinking I'd want you to take me right here I'm not a slut."
 
"did you just slap me" he asked anger residing deep in his eyes. "really you just... slapped me" a life time of pent up rage built in that one moment he grabbed her hand drug her to the bathroom pulled down his pants and hers as well and inserted himself forcibly. he knew what he was doing but the sounds she make and the white corset made him go faster and faster. he pinned her arms around her back with her left hand grabbed her hair with her right. again and again he went faster and faster feeling the wettness that she was causing slide down both her legs and reside in a puddle on the floor. he smiled then bit her shoulder playfully knowing that this pussy would be his for the rest of his life. it was tight warm and utterly irresitable. he pulled out then got down on his knees spread it apart and thrust his tongue deep inside her hand wrapping around her thrusting his head deeper. "is this what she really wanted" he thought "to please me"?
 
"Stop please I didn't want this please just stop." She screamed she closed her eyes she was in tears she couldn't believe he was fucking her he didn't know her and he was fucking her. She didn't do things like this she got to know a guy before fucking them.
 
in his drunken haze he pulled back realizing what he'd just done. what had he just done. he ran his hands over his face realizing as he watched her cry..... he was just like his father. "please forgive me i.... i" he collapsed on the floor "Forgive me please forgive me"
 
She pulled her panties up she wiped her tears away she calmed down. She sat next to him on the floor she stroked his cheek. "Its okay I forgive you I get it you don't know how to love do you want me to teach you." She didn't know why she still wanted to be there with him but she saw good in him.
 
"yes" he sobbed, "i need you to teach me" he begged, "please teach me what is love and what does it feel like" he asked.
 
"Oh Please don't cry." She said holding him. "Oh love hurts sometimes but in a good way. Love is when you can't be away from a person for a day and you missed. Love is so wonderful it makes you have butterflies. I've loved only two times and I've had my heart broken twice it hurts but I'm a hopeful romantic I believe in love and I want to be in love with someone who will love me." She held him. "Love is when you don't have to find something sexual out a tender moment." She was holding him in her arms his head resting against her she kissed his head tenderly.
 
"i would like to love" he whispered, "but most of all" he whispered, "i would like to love you" he smiled feeling himself sober up, "this is awkward i mean i was just forcing myself on you" he laughed "its not one of my proudest moments and i would understand if you want to leave" he sighed "but i hope you don't" he whispered. "trent" called his father "dinners starting where are you trent" trent smiled then said "you have an option, you and i can walk out there and be that happy couple or we can walk out of here seperate and cancel this arranged marriage and i wouldn't blame you if you did".
 
" I want to give you a chance you ever do anything like that again I won't be so understanding." She took hold of his hand. She headed out of the bathroom with him. "I want you to be able to love and I want to be able to love you it will take a while but we will get there."
 
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