A/N: thanks for stopping by. stopped watching this when i couldn't bare what was happening to jack. also i cannot stand emily's 'marysueism' anymore. therefore this is my story, you won't find the same stuff you watch on tv.
As Victoria Grayson sinks into her luxurious bathtub her mind is filled with the events of the day. She shuts her eyes and as much as she tries the memories just won't go away.
Everything was developing perfectly well. That Declan boy was just about to accept the money, she could finally dismiss Charlotte's 'relationship' and call it a day. The kid would leave for good and her daughter could heal her broken heart in Paris. But then he shows up.
"Declan, no! You're not getting that money. What did we just talk about last night? Values, brother!"
Victoria looks at him and just cannot believe it. "And who are you?" She retorts, slightly afraid of the answer. He looks straight back at her. Such a serious demeanor, such very serious blue eyes.
"Jack Porter, ma'am. I'm Declan's older brother and legal guardian. And I'm not about to comply to this...whatever is going on here. My brother loves your daughter Mrs. Grayson. You can't buy people's feelings like that. Not this time."
Victoria smirks. "I am sorry but this is private. Your brother and I have - - we have already come to terms about this situation. Right, Declan?" They both turn to the confused young man that observes in silence. "So?"
"I..." He looks at Jack and then at the brown envelope that Victoria is holding. "Come on, smart. This envelope can change your life, just take it!" She offers. "Enough, Mrs. Grayson. Go away!" Jack loses it. He puts himself right in front of her, protecting Declan from getting any closer.
She observes him. He is somewhat handsome - as much as she hates to admit. A blue collar, definitly not her cup of tea, but then again she likes strong, opinionated men. Not all can handle her.
Victoria keeps the envelope in her purse, puts back her expensive sunglasses on and mentions to leave. "We will talk, Declan. Some other day." The last three words spoken while she stares at Jack. He does not blink.
It is late, she is in bed. While her husband softly snores she keeps awake. Thinking. Victoria is not happy. She rereads the report she had done by her private eye when Charlotte started dating. There is little to nothing about the demanding brother. It is unsettling to her. As unsettling as those blue eyes...