"Ahm..." twenty year old Caelia stammered as he unlocked the great white door to his mansion for the first time and held it open for Brooke, the dazling beauty of an 18 year old girl who still tied his tongue.<br/><br/>The girl who was his birthday present.<br/><br/>The girl he barely knew.<br/><br/>The girl who made his heart beat faster every time he felt the heat of her body beside him.<br/><br/>"This is where I live.  It's kind of big, i hope you don't mind a place so austentatious, but I kind of collect things.  You know, books, antiques, oddball movies, biographies of russian nobility.  Sorry..."<br/><br/>The girl whom he wanted to treat like royalty.<br/><br/>The girl who tied his tongue in knots.<br/><br/>"May I get you a soda or some juice?  Sorry I don't have anything stronger."<br/><br/>The girl who called him master.