Married by Circumstance

Married by Circumstance

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

Summary

When ballerina Rowena and dance critic Damien are shoved into an arranged marriage by their complicated and famous families, will they crash, burn or perhaps something else entirely? It all seems like a fairly innocent arrangement, but being married to someone you hardly know is not all fun and games. Rowena and Damien realize marriage is a lot more than either of them realized, with their struggles comes not only a new outlook on love and their careers, but a secret from the past linking their families in an unsettling way.

Summary

When ballerina Rowena and dance critic Damien are shoved into an arranged marriage by their complicated and famous families, will they crash, burn or perhaps something else entirely? It all seems like a fairly innocent arrangement, but being married to someone you hardly know is not all fun and games. Rowena and Damien realize marriage is a lot more than either of them realized, with their struggles comes not only a new outlook on love and their careers, but a secret from the past linking their families in an unsettling way.

Chapter1 (v.1) - 21st Birthday and Mr. Handsy

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: November 15, 2016

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: November 15, 2016

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 4 Months Ago

The amount of heat in the club radiated off the walls like in a thick steam. The strobe lights only made it more difficult to see and Rowena was having a hard time maneuvering as it was... The music filled her ears with a heavy bass and she spun around when her arm was grabbed.

“There you are!” Felicity beamed at her, holding two large colorful drinks her hands.

“There I am? I've literally been standing in this general vicinity for 10 minutes.” Rowena rolled her eyes and cross her arms over her chest.


The redhead tilted her head to the side and handed her one of the drinks.

“Come on, let yourself have fun!” Felicity chuckled.

Rowena took a sip of the overly fruity drink and brushed her shoulder shoulder length dark hair behind one of her shoulders.

“This just isn't my scene, Fel. You know that.” she leaned against the bar counter.

“It's not mine either, but it's your 21st birthday. At least mingle, you're single and sexy as hell.” Felicity smiled and reached forward to fix the collar on Rowena's velveteen peter pan collar shirt.

Rowena bit her lower lip and sighed, then smiled and raised her drink up a little.

“You know what, you're right. I'll attempt to have fun at the very least.”

“At the very least.” Fel replied and clinked her glass with hers.

Rowena chuckled, “It does make up for the past few weeks of class.”

“Ugh, yes. Ms. Bayes is working us like crazy.” Felicity

“She hates us though, I was supposed to be the lead in the upcoming but... that didn't happen.” Rowena rolled her eyes and took a drink from her glass.



“Well, we knew what we were getting into when we decided ballet was our thing.”

Rowena raised an eyebrow, “But, did we really?”

Felicity laughed and shook her head, downing the rest her drink and setting it on the bar.

Rowena had been going to East Bridge College of Ballet & Ballet Company for the last 3 years, before that she was a half credit transfer to the college from High-School, Senior year, and before that she was part of the Maygrove Ballet School, which wasn't nearly as important.

She'd met Felicity Freshman year of East Bridge and they'd been best friends ever since, well not counting the several weeks they fought over the lead in the second year Spring show.

“Come on, let's dance.” Felicity waited for Rowena to down her drink, which made her throat burn a little and then dragged her through the crowd of people onto the dance floor.

Although, it was impossible to tell where the dance floor actually started and where people thought it started.

The beat of the music along with jumping, swaying bodies, sent a vibration through Rowena's body as she inhaled and started to move her hips along to the music.

As a dancer it was easy to take things way to seriously, while everyone else was dancing like... well, normal people dance, Rowena was paying to much attention to the angles of her feet, where her arms were, which way her hips were pointing.


“Woo!” Felicity screamed, hopping around, letting go easier than Rowena was.

The slight buzz from what had only been Rowena's second drink, started to set in and her hips loosened up, the people behind and to the sides of her moved in closer.

Bodies were grinding against each other, and she didn't care that she didn't know any of the people around her.

That is until someone backed into her so hard she went tumbling through a couple of people and when she looked around she couldn't find Felicity.

“Great.” Rowena huffed, wiping the sweat from her forehead and looking through the crowd again.

When she still couldn't see who was who, she made her way out of the crowd as best as possible and over to one of the more empty corners of the club.

Inhaling deeply she stopped near of the rounded booths and leaned her butt against the table.
Rowena pulled her cell phone from the pocket of her jeans and pulled up Felicity's chat head.

Rowena: Ready to leave, tbh. Can't find you.


She stared at the chat for several moments waiting for an answer, but Felicity hadn't even read the message yet.

“Incase you didn't notice, this both is occupied.”

The male voice that came behind her gave her a startle and she gasped a little, turning around.

“Oh, sorry.” Rowena sighed, looking through the dim lights that hung above the booth.

The man sitting in the booth alone, had dark thick hair, several strands of it hanging over to touch his forehead.

“I just, lost my friend...” she continued when he didn't speak.


As the man turned his head to look away from her, she could see his jawline was... beyond sharp and covered with a very thin stubble. He was, attractive to say the least but dark haired, quiet guy in a night club wasn't exactly a good sign.

“You're still here?” he asked, raising an eyebrow and Rowena chuckled a little.

“Unfortunately so.” she replied and he licked his lower lip a little.

“Mind if I sit?” Rowena asked him.

“Yes.” he replied but she had already moved to sit down in the booth about a foot and a half to the side of him.

The man sighed, and she could smell the alcohol on his breath. It was hard to tell with the lightning but he looked about 24 maybe 25 years old.

“You might as well have a drink.” he said, sounding as bored as one could sound in a club filled with dancing people.

Rowena eyed the half drank glass of bourbon he had slid over to her.

“I don't know if I want to take a half drank drink from a stranger.” she raised an eyebrow.

The man turned his head to look at her, his blue eyes, so bright that despite being a hazy from alcohol and whatever demon he was dealing with, shone through the dimness.

The place between Rowena's legs tingled a little and she reached onto the table to tap her fingers along the side of the glass.


“You sat down in my booth, so I think you're already taking chances.” he said pursing his lips.

Rowena nodded a little, grabbed the glass and downed the bourbon quickly, which she instantly regretted.

“Oh...” she coughed a little as she set the glass down.

“Yeah, that's a sipping bourbon.” he replied, taking the glass, grabbing the bottle from the middle of the table and pouring more in it.

“Says you.” she chuckled, watching him shot the bourbon just as quickly as she had but not react in the same way.

“I'm used to it.” he insisted, pouring more, and sliding the glass over her.


Rowena grabbed the glass, “And, who say's I'm not?” she asked, downing it gain and still coughing.

“That does.” the man chuckled, smiling for the first time since she'd met him.


“Okay, you're right...” she cleared throat and ran a hand through her hair.

“I'm a little buzzed.” Rowena continued, scooting closer to him and grabbing the bottle to pour more.


“What's your name?” the man asked, and she slid the half full glass to him.

“None of your concern.” she replied watching him down it and she grabbed the glass, pouring more and downing it herself, this time it stung a little less.


“You're drinking some expensive bourbon, the least you could do is tell me your name.” the man said with a roll of his eyes.


“I'm probably not going to remember you tomorrow, so what's it matter?” Rowena smiled, and then hiccuped.

“You're light weight.” he smiled and poured more, drinking it and setting the glass down.


“I'm not light.. light weight, I am f-fairly buzzed, that's all.” Rowena insisted, and grabbed the bottle, drinking straight out of it this time until her chest started to burn.

Moving the bottle from her lips, she inhaled deeply to catch her breath.

“Mhm.” the man said drunkenly, and she suddenly felt his hand on her thigh.


“Woah, hey. Not that buzzed, handsy.” Rowena chuckled and pulled away from him, feeling kind of sick from the alcohol already.


“Rowena! There you are!” Felicity huffed as she stopped at the table brushing her hair out of her face.

“I've been here, where were you.” Rowena laughed, as Felicity pulled her out of the booth.

“You're ready to go?” Fel asked.

“I am.. so.. ready to go. I w-was ready ten hours.. minutes.. ago.” she giggled, and Felicity smiled amused.

“Holy shit, you're smashed.” Felicity looked around her at the man who wiggled his fingers, smiling drunkenly.

“Okay, yeah, let's get you out of here before the handsome man offers you the key to his hotel room.” she whispered and Rowena was struggling to stay standing.

“Okay...” Rowena smiled and turned to look at the man in the booth.

“Buhbye, Handsy, t-thanks for the drinks.” she said with a smile.

“Bye light weight.” the man replied.


Felicity put one arm around Rowena's waist and started through the club with her.

“Happy 21st birthday indeed.” she chuckled, looking over at Rowena who smiled and shrugged. 


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