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But mooooom (closed to Nancy)

Cesare Borgia thought that Nancy and he were getting along well. In fact, he thought they were getting along very well indeed. They had shared drinks at this point, joked about the failures of their past lovers and even sassed about each other's prowess on occasion. Overall, things were going great.

So Cesare is....surprised when Nancy comes storming into his office with a look on her face that tells him nothing good is going to come of this.

"Please, Nancy. I'm in a meeting..." he says, sitting at his desk, gesturing at the young, beautiful woman opposite him. It's an excuse though. Quite frankly, he has no interest in the conversation that Nancy is about to throw at him, even if he has no idea just yet what it's actually going to be about.

(It's become gently NSFW in this thread btw with mentions of sex.)

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They were getting along well. The best they'd ever gotten along, truth be told. She found herself enjoying Cesare's company far more than she ever had before, when she got to spend time with just Ces. Not Cesare Borgia important historical figure and current Night Council President. Nope. Ces, this cool guy who she'd slept with for a few years and now she drank with. Even Cooper could accept that.

But, that being said, Nancy knew Cesare. She knew him incredibly well, and she knew Lydia Bennet. and the moment she found out that Lydia Bennet was still indeed Seeing Cesare Borgia, she knew this was not going to end well. For anyone at all. Unable to keep her hands to herself, she found herself down at the Anglo, storming into his office.

"Shut up, Cesare. We need to talk. Jill," she looked at the girl she recognized, "-get out of here, he'll call you." She waved her out of the office. She wasn't sure if Cesare would ever call her, but she didn't particularly care at the moment. She needed to save Lydia's heart. And probably Cesare's reputation.

Cesare isn't entirely sure, but he's pretty certain that's the first time that Nancy has told him to shut up. Before, if she had spoken to him like that, he would have reminded her who he was, sent her out of the room and made her earn back the ability to talk to him again. But now things are different. They're friends. And in this very moment, Cesare wonders quite why that's the case.

But Cesare has no intention to call Jill. He lets her go, giving her a nod and moves to close the door after her.

"What is it, Nancy? This had better be important."

Nancy doesn't say anything until the door is shut.

"Lydia Bennet? After you told me to get her off our your case? D'you have a good explanation that wasn't 'you taught her how to give great blowies, Nance'?" She crosses her arms and glares at him, treating him like how she would one of her brothers that had gone and done something incredibly stupid.

Like this.

Oh. So that's what this is about. Cesare immediately loses interest, rolling his eyes making his way back to his desk to continue his work.

"What can I say? She persuaded me." Yeah. Mainly it was the blowies. "You should be happy for us." Finally Cesare and Nancy actually have something in common: they're both sleeping with immature people who don't quite know how to act their age. If anyone can understand the allure, it should be Nancy.

"I can't be happy for either of you when I know it's going to blow up in your faces. Lydia's never touched a dick before you, and you're a dick expert. Lydia thinks you were dating from a one night stand! She spent all night crying to me about you, too. Imagine what it'll be like when you actually do break her heart?"

Seriously, save her from having to deal with that. She's been heartbroken before and she was not a great person then.

"We're both just having fun and she's enjoying herself," he says dismissively. "In fact, I'm pretty sure she enjoyed herself twice last night." That's one of the reasons he likes Lydia: she hasn't learned how to fake it yet, like he's sure at least some of his girls have done in the past. When you've slept with enough people as Cesare has, nobody has a perfect record.

"I didn't know you were such a prude."

"I'm not a prude. She is. She has no idea what she's doing, and you're going to make her fall madly in love with you. You're charming and great, and we know you're hot, and you treated me very well while we were working together. But Lydia... She's going to put your entire career in jeopardy."

Seriously, why would you trust her to keep such a big secret? No offense to Lydia, as Nancy did indeed adore her.

Cesare would appreciate the compliments if they weren't teamed with such scorn and warning. Honestly. Does she honestly think Cesare doesn't know what he's doing?

"So I'm, by your own admission, great, hot and treating her well, and you have a problem with that?" He deliberately and conveniently ignores any mention of his career. He has no intention of letting Lydia get to that.

"I shouldn't have let her tell you, had I known you'd be this jealous."

"Oh, trust me, I am not jealous." Things were different with Cooper now, but she wasn't jealous.

"You're also a heartbreaker, Cesare. You can be callous. Lydia wants a Disney Prince. And when you break up, she's going to want to get even."

"She's learning a lot quicker than you think, Nancy. You're under estimating her." To be honest, Cesare's a little surprised. Weren't Nancy and Lydia supposed to be friends?

"Look. I understand that it might be difficult for you to see the two of us together, but we're both enjoying it. Everyone is happy in this situation. It seems the only problem here is you." Yep. He still thinks she's jealous. Sorry, Nancy.

She rolls her eyes at him. "I'm not jealous. My boyfriend has the sex drive of a teenager, and over 200 years of practice, I'm quite happy with him. THis conversation isn't about me and Cooper. This conversation is about you and Lydia who has every power in the world to run straight to the media because she'll be so bloody mad when you break up with her!"

"What makes you so sure I'll break up with her?" he asks immediately, brow furrowed. Why is Nancy making such snap decisions about what he'll do? It's beginning to irk him. Besides, he can't break up with her because they're not even dating. Lydia is well aware that she's just his sneaky bit on the side. At least he thinks she's aware.

"And you know what they say about short guys with bad tempers..." Cesare isn't going to resist one little jab at Cooper, ok. Just one.

Nancy isn't even going to take the chance that Lydia is aware.

"You get bored easily, Cesare." He had plenty of girls, she knew that. They were disposable- he'd cast her off like it had been nothing, after all.

"He's far taller than me." She smirks.

Cesare understands what she's saying, but at the end of day Cooper is what? Five foot three or something? And Cesare is six foot two. He knows that has to have some significance. He laughs slightly.

"Thank god his dick is bigger than yours. Otherwise he'd have even more of a complex." A pause. "Is this because you think I go bored of you?" Because he didn't. Well, he kinda did. Things shifted. It's complicated. But he's happy where they are now. When she isn't berating him for the girls he likes.

This time, Nancy chooses to ignore Cesare's jabs at her boyfriend. Cooper had been the one to step up and tell her he loved her. If Cesare had wanted to date her, he could have asked But he hasn't. Ergo, his point was moot.

"No, I don't. It's because Lydia is a naive, foolish little girl. And I don't want either of you to get hurt!"

"She's older than you were..." Cesare snaps back, surprised by the fierceness with which he's defending this girl who he really doesn't know all that much about.

"She's getting gifts. She knows what she's doing. Just like you did when we first met." Back when Nancy had a habit of sticky fingers and a fondness for his watches. Even now, he's still careful when he holds a girl's wrist, just in case.

Nancy presses her lips together, scowling furiously at him. "That's not the point," she says. Yes, thank god Lydia is far older than she had been. But Nancy had never really had that girlhood that Lydia still did.

"No, she doesn't. She has no idea what she's doing at all."

"Well then, thank god you gave her a head start," he says with a grin, well aware of the innuendo. Genuinely, he's thankful that Nancy taught her that. It's the reason why Cesare is still seeing Lydia at this point. Nancy, you've helped! But he's still not taking her advice or warning. He just doesn't see the need.

"Besides, I'm teaching her." He smirks. That's half of the fun.

Nancy clenches her jaw, hardly able to believe this.

"Why, Cesare? Seriously. Why? She's not your type at all."

"Oh, really? Then tell me, what is my type?" Cesare replies belligerently. Nancy seems very keen on telling him about himself. Perhaps she should focus on herself and her own relationships instead of meddling with his?

Yeah? Well, maybe she should! How about that?

"Someone who knows what they're doing." Like she had.

"Oh, because you did? I'm sorry, Nancy, but you weren't exactly the greatest moment of my sex life." He's not trying to be harsh, but he's trying to make a point.

The two of them had slept together a lot in the past for various reasons: it was convenient, they understood what the other wanted and they didn't need to waste time. Nancy was stable and consistent. But that doesn't necessarily mean that it's his favourite. Sometimes the best moments are when you don't expect them. Nancy was reliable but Lydia is exciting.

Nancy huffs at him. "I'm not even mad about that- Cesare, I'm telling you this whole thing is going to blow up and be a complete disaster."

"She knows that she needs to keep it a secret," he reassures her. "She's a sensible girl." Just about. Kinda. Ish. Either way, she's behaving well at the moment and doing exactly as he says. That's all he really wants.

"Sensible?" Nancy really just looks at him. "She thought she was dating a man who's name she didn't even know. That's not sensible."

That is a bit of a red flag for him. Not because she didn't know his name but because she seemed to think they were dating after a one night stand....a one night stand where he had paid her. Cesare thinks Nancy must have her facts wrong a bit there.

"She's a sweet girl. And what would you have me do? End everything with her? How would that make her feel? Would you be ok with her knowing that you're the reason why I did that?" He doesn't think so.

Nancy looks at him, her green eyes cold. "Don't you dare, Cesare. You will not tell her I'm involved at all- after all, isn't it your fault I'm involved in this in the first place? You're the one what asked me to see to Lydia in the first place! You can do it gently. It's better to do it now before she gets really attached."

"I don't think there's any way to do it gently, Nancy," Cesare replies with an eye roll and a scoff. "Besides, I don't want to. Maybe you should be focusing on your own relationship instead of mine? She's not even your girl..." If Nancy had been Lydia's madam like he had thought, that would be different. But she's not, so really Nancy should butt out.

Nancy's jaw tightens. Surely Cesare could tell something was up, if he shared an office with Cooper. That things between the two of them had changed.

"My relationship is perfectly fine. Yours is about to become a huge trainwreck."

Cesare really shouldn't have called whatever he was up to with Lydia a "relationship". It was an over statement and it means that now he's backed himself into a bit of a corner. He frowns and shakes his head.

"If it is, that's none of your business whatsoever.....Is this about the fact that I paid her instead of you? I'm sure if you wanted Cooper to pay up, he would. You have him wrapped around your little finger, don't you?"

Nancy lets out a growl of frustration. "It's not about the money. I have my own, legal job. I make my own money. Cooper doesn't have to pay me. I don't want him to pay me. And you know very well that he has never paid me for sex ever and I intend to keep it that way. Can you remember that?" Her ponytail swishes behind her head with irritation.

Cesare listens but only just. He's too busy mentally dismissing everything that she's saying.

"I'm not saying paying you for sex," Cesare replies with a bit of an eye roll. "Just in general. For your time. It's not like you haven't earned it." But yeah. Basically for sex. It's not like they'd be together if they weren't banging, after all. Sex is important. Nancy might as well receive some compensation.

"You know he's loaded, right?" All older vampires are, even if Cooper has the mental capacity of a preteen.

"No one needs to pay me for my time like it's some big trouble to spend time with you. It's not a bloody service rendered." Did Cesare have to pay people to be his friend, because that's what it was sounding like.

Nancy looks at Cesare and deadpans: "I've been living with him since September." So yeah, she was pretty clued into how wealthy her boyfriend was.

"Then you know he's not giving you any of it," Cesare responds instantly. It seems ridiculous that he wouldn't share his wealth at least somewhat. If Cesare were Nancy, he would use Cooper for all he was worth.

But wow. Was it really since September? It doesn't feel that long to Cesare, though perhaps he's just surprised that a child like Cooper can actually commit.

"No." She says coolly. "He gives me whatever I want, when I want it. Here's the thing: I don't want it." She likes earning her own money. Sure, she lets Cooper treat her, but she's a strong independent woman who doesn't need no man.

Except she's a strong codependent woman who really does need a man.

Cesare rolls his eyes at that. If she doesn't want things then why did she accept so much stuff for him when he employed her?

"Just like you don't want those shoes you're wearing?" The shoes that he gave her. What does Cooper think about that, he wonders.

Nancy glances down at her Valentinos.

"You bought me things because you wanted me to wear them. I never asked for them." Seriously, she never rang him up to tell him she wanted a new pair of Louboutins or anything. He just happened to give them to her.

"They were gifts. I accept gifts from Cooper, yeah. I just don't ask him to let me have his credit card so I can go to the high street!"

"Why not?" Cesare asks immediately. "You should. You're a kept woman now after all." At least that's how Cesare sees it.

"And if you don't like them then you shouldn't wear them. I hold no delusions that you're wearing those shoes for my benefit." She likes them. Otherwise why else does she have them on? That was part of what made their relationship work while it did: he lavished her with gifts and she coyly pretended they were too much but wore them anyway because she loved them. That was what was happening, right?

Nancy narrows her eyes. Apparently then by his definition she's almost always been a "kept woman".

"I don't like to. It's a simple as that." She smirks tightly. "And I do like all the gifts you've given me. If I didn't like them, I wouldn't wear them, I'd just fence 'em off."

"I know you like them," Cesare says easily. Of course she bloody does. "Not only do you wear them, you still wear them." If anything they've somewhat become wardrobe staples. Who says Cesare doesn't have taste?

"Don't act like it's such a damn hardship to receive gifts."

"It's not! Did I say it was? Because it's not!" But she never asked for them, was the thing. Cooper gifted her things as well, but she did ever ask for things. Of course, Cooper was incredibly rich and liked caring for her. He wanted to spend the money on her.

Nancy leans back. "It doesn't matter- point is, this thing with Lydia is going to be a complete and total disaster."

Oh no. The conversation has managed to get back round to him. He frowns. He doesn't like this one bit.

"You don't know that. You just think that because I have a past..." A past filled with a plethora of women (and a few men), whom he's all treated.....ok. Not great. But ok. Definitely not quite like the princess Lydia might be expecting.

"I understand that I need to treat this carefully." He's not an idiot ok.

Nancy gives him another arch look. She holds it for a moment, and then sighs.

"Fine. But don't say I never warned you."

She sits down, the moment the words leave her lips. "D'you have anything t'drink?"

Cesare rolls his eyes slightly but smiles. Good. They're getting back to their regular relationship. Now that Nancy is done judging him, they can actually enjoy themselves.

"Who do you think I am?" Nancy can call him a foolish cad all she likes but as soon as she implies he doesn't have wine, she has gone too far. It doesn't take long before he's already handing her a glass of scotch as he takes a sip of his own.

Nancy grins over at him and allows herself to relax a bit, laughing. "That's what I thought." She takes a drink of the top-shelf scotch.

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