AN: Hey! Okay, so I know that I haven't updated 'Little White Lies' in forever, but the truth is that my creativity has run way dry for tat story. So, I think I'm gunna put it on hiatus for a while until I feel inspired to write it again. In the meantime though, I really wanted to write this story because it combines my favourite TV show (One Tree Hill) with my favourite film (Heartbreakers)

So, obviously this is based on the film Heartbreakers - if you haven't seen it, I suggest you do, because its great - but only loosely (although the first chapter not so much loosely. Later on it will be though).

Anyway, Please read and review.

Much Love, Conaleigh xxx

The Con

Chapter One: A Joke of a Wedding

The first strains of the wedding march started as a brunette bride started walking up the aisle. She wasn't escorted by anyone because she had no one to give her away. She was all alone in the world, or at least, she had been. Now she was going to marry the only person in the world who had ever cared about her. The only person who would ever make her truly happy.

What a load of bullshit.

Taylor James had to resist the urge to roll her eyes at the soppy faces on the relatives of her soon to be husband. Husband number three, in fact. Of course, he didn't know that. He didn't even know that her name was Taylor James and all she was after was a big fat divorce settlement. After next week, Taylor would never have to see this moron again.

That was the beauty of the con.

The music stopped as Taylor halted beside Robert Hartford. Very wealthy lawyer, and soon to be ex-bachelor. And then soon to be ex-husband too. The thought made her smile.

Sure, as far as greasy mook's went, Robert wasn't actually that bad. He still had all of his own hair and teeth, and he wasn't so bad at kissing. Better still he wasn't a serial smoker like her second husband had been. Some days, Taylor woke up still tasting the smoke. That con had officially made her give up smoking. Still, Robert was another guy who wouldn't be able to keep his wang in the hanger. That was the way all guys worked. It was like a natural law…

Oh, they were up to the parrot bit. Taylor forced herself to pay attention again and smile dopily at Robert, who was giving her the 'I-Can't-Wait-Until-the-Wedding-Night' smirk. God, these guys were so full of it. You make them wait three lousy months for sex and it was all they could think about. Taylor was just grateful that there was some people out there who still believed in the whole no sex until marriage thing, her younger sister being one of them.

"Now, repeat after me," the priest said in a long drawling voice that was very nearly making Taylor fall asleep. "I, Georgina Marie Cole take Robert Samuel Hartford to be my lawfully wedded husband."

"I, Georgina Marie Cole," Taylor said, using the name that had been her alias for the past three months. "Take Robert Samuel Hartford to be my lawfully wedded husband."

Once the interactive bit was over, Taylor went back to daydreaming about all the fabulous things she could buy with the money from this settlement. Now that she had paid of all her debts - the ones that had got her into 'the Con' in the first place - her money was her own.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride," the priest said with a docile grin. What was it about weddings that turned everyone into idiots? Taylor was sure she would never know.

The reception was beautiful, Taylor had to admit that. She had left it almost entirely up to the Wedding Planner. Planning a wedding got boring after the first two times. No, really, it did. Taylor had vowed to stay completely out of this one, and it was the best one yet.

She had made sure Robert had seen her gulping down copious amounts of champagne which she promptly threw into a plant pot the second his back was turned, and she had danced with just about everyone to make him even more frustrated.

Still, the inevitable couldn't be held off any longer, and Taylor found herself being carried over the threshold of the honeymoon suite by her new fiance. She bit his ear hungrily and smiled in satisfaction as he moaned. The trick was to get him as turned on as possible. It worked better that way, everything ran much more smoothly if he was absolutely gagging for it and didn't get it. Which he wouldn't of course. Taylor may have been a little loose in her time, but she was no prostitute. The con worked on a strictly no-sex basis, and Taylor wanted to keep it that way.

"I can't wait for this baby," Robert muttered as he threw Taylor down on the bed. Taylor laughed with her mouth open and then pulled him towards her by his tie, laying a single kiss on his lips.

"I'm just glad that you respected my religious beliefs," Taylor purred, moving her lips to his neck. She made sure to slur her 's's a little, just for effect. The drunker he thought she was, the easier this would be.

Robert moaned as Taylor pushed him away. She stood up off the bed and started undoing her wedding dress. It had a side zip which she slowly and teasingly undid. Robert watched her with lust-filled eyes and Taylor smirked playfully as the dress slinked down to reveal a virginal white corset, panties and stockings.

"Come and get it," she muttered. Robert lunged at her and they both fell back on the bed, laughing like school children as Robert kissed her neck, and then her chest, moving downwards, downwards…

Suddenly, the sound of a freight train overtook the sound of Roberts kisses and Taylor could feel him stop and look up. Her eyes were closed and she made sure that her snoring was loud and clear. She resisted the way-too-tempting urge to laugh.

"No, no, no!" Robert whined. "Wake up Taylor baby, come on, wake up!" He shook her gently. She didn't move. He shook her again, a little less gently this time, but Taylor still didn't move.

She heard him move towards the bathroom and smirked to herself. Oh, this was going exactly according to plan.

Haley lay awake, listening to the birds chirp outside her motel window. She had been awake pretty much all night - something Taylor would definitely disapprove of. Haley could just see it now:

"Haley! You're trying to seduce the guy, bags aren't a seducer's best friend!"

Haley groaned at the thought of what the day had in store. She, the quiet, smart and intelligent Haley James was to seduce a newly married man so that his wife - and Haley's sister - could divorce him and get a big fat divorce settlement.

How the hell had she gotten into this?

Oh yeah, she just couldn't say no. Haley sat up in the lumpy bed that she had been forced to sleep on for the past three months and rubbed her eyes. She remembered that fateful night almost two years ago when Taylor had shown up on her doorstep, bruised and crying about getting into trouble. Haley had opened her door to her and let her stay the night.

The next day the whole story came rushing out. Taylor had got in trouble with some local drug dealers. She'd been overcharging on supplies and kept the profit for herself. Haley listened with her mouth wide open, not believing what an idiot her sister had been. Not only for thinking she could scam the biggest drug lords in the area, but for thinking she could get away with it!

Taylor said she needed the money to pay them back, and fast. She needed $300,000 dollars, and she had an idea how to get it.

Haley had listened as Taylor explained the con, a queasy feeling taking over her stomach. Haley worked as a journalist for a local paper in their sleepy hometown of Kensington, New England. She liked her job, but she ditched it because that's the kind of person she was.

The kind who couldn't say no.

Haley was pretty sure Taylor had paid back the drug lords after their second con, so she wasn't completely sure why she was still doing this. As she picked up the Driving License that carried her fake ID (Shelly Connors, 23 years old), Haley made a decision. This was the last time. Taylor didn't need her help anymore, and Haley certainly didn't need the money. Her cut - strictly 70-30 to Taylor in the first two cons because Haley didn't need the money as much - was more than enough to set her on her feet and allow her to start a new life.

But first, there was this job.

Robert Hartford walked into work not in the best of moods. It had been his wedding the day before, he should be walking into his office with a broad smile and a funny walk after so much post-marital fun, but instead he was walking very much normally with a huge frown and a growing frustration.

He wasn't mad at his wife of course. No way, Georgina was so nervous the night before that she'd drunk a lot. She was a virgin after all. No, Robert was more mad at himself. He should have spent more time assuring her that everything would be fine instead of letting her drink so damn much.

Still, there was always tonight, and then next week they had their honeymoon too. Robert couldn't wait for that. Two weeks in the Caribbean, and he doubted they would be leaving their hotel room.

"Good Morning Mr Hartford, and congratulations," Lucy, the receptionist of Harper, Harper and Hartford - the company Robert co-owned - greeted. Robert managed a smile that was far more forced than it should have been. He made his way over to the lift and stepped in, pressing the button for the 5th floor where his office was situated.

As soon as he walked in he paused on the spot. Leaning over her desk in a too-short skirt was his PA, Shelly. Her long blonde hair tumbled onto the desk and her bare legs looked so soft and smooth that Robert felt himself staring.

'Stop it!' he mentally chastised himself. 'You're just frustrated. Save it for tonight with Georgina.'

He cleared his throat, partially to get Shelly's attention and partially to wake himself up and get a reality check. Shelly turned to face him, her wide brown eyes registering surprise at his entrance.

"Mr Hartford!" she smiled, moving towards him and pulling him into a hug. Robert certainly wasn't expecting that. He felt himself stir again and quickly pulled away, trying not to notice how low-cut Shelly's shirt was. "I heard that the wedding was beautiful," Shelly carried on, tilting her head to one side with a sweet smile that completely conflicted with the sexy outfit she was wearing.

"Ah, yeah, yeah, it was," Robert stuttered. "I… have to go and um, do…stuff."

Haley shook her head when Robert slammed the door to his office shut behind him. It was working, and that thought depressed Haley so much. Doing the con had certainly harmed her faith in all men. Probably forever. She couldn't believe that not a single man managed to resist temptation, and Robert was walking right into the trap and refusing to prove her wrong.

Haley sighed and picked up some papers from her desk as the phone rang. She tucked the papers under one arm and lifted the receiver.

"Hello, Harper, Harper and Hartford. This is Mr. Hartford's office how can I help you?" Haley said in her phone voice.

"Haley, it's Taylor," the voice on the other end hissed. "I'm outside now. I'll give you ten minutes and then I'm coming up. Make sure he's in a compromising position, okay?"

"Fine," Haley said, her bottom lip jutting out in the way it always did when she was unhappy about something. She put the phone down and took a deep breath, knocking smartly on Robert's door before entering.

"Mr Hartford," she said with a smile that was 100 per cent fake. "I got the Berrisford file that you asked for yesterday. I had to go through Mrs Winchester on the 1st floor but I think I won her round in the end."

She made her way to Robert's desk, using the sway that Taylor had taught her, and inwardly groaning at the look of lust in his eyes.

"That's great Shelly. Uh, just leave it on the bed, uh, I mean the desk," Robert stuttered.

"Sure thing Mr Hartford. Um, just one thing though…" She made her way round to his side of the desk and leaned over it, pushing her hair over one shoulder. She felt his eyes on her breasts. "See, I think Mrs Winchester got the order mixed up. I'm pretty sure that this page should be here because otherwise the dates don't correspond."

"That's uh… that's great Shelly. Um… can you sort that out for me?"

Haley smiled - another fake one - and took the papers back. "That's my job," she said in an overly perky voice.

Despite the obvious lust, Haley had to admit that she was impressed Robert was holding out this long. She made her way back to her own office but not before dropping the file onto the floor.

"Oh damn it," she said in a childish voice. She bent over to pick them up and felt Robert's eyes burning into her back. Ah, the famous 'drop and bend manoeuvre'.

"Ah, ah, let me help you with that Shelly," Robert stuttered, running so that he was with her in a moment and dropping to his knees to help her.

"Thank you," Haley said, with a look that lingered just a little too long. It was too much for Robert. Haley could feel him snap as he lunged for her and pinned his lips on hers.

Haley felt disgusted but she didn't break away. Not straight away anyway.

"Mr Hartford," she said in a breathless voice when she finally did pull away.

"Oh God. I - I'm sorry, I don't know what came over me I…"

He was cut off as Haley kissed him again. The two of them got to their feet and made their way to the cluttered desk, which Robert swiftly cleared by throwing everything onto the floor. Haley jumped up and wrapped her legs around him as Robert leant her on the table.

Haley ripped open Robert's shirt, just to make it look all the more scandalous when Taylor came in and kissed it just so that she wouldn't have his tongue in her mouth anymore. God, she hated this part.

At that exact moment - much to Haley's relief - the door slammed open to reveal Taylor, her brunette hair tied up into a loose chignon and her outfit smart and formal. He huge smile froze on her face as she took in the scene in front of her. Haley had to admire her acting abilities. She looked distraught when in reality, she was very much… not.

"Robert!" she cried, her smile dropping and her eyes filling up in tears. "What the… Oh God!"

Robert jumped up off Haley with his mouth wide open. "This, this isn't what it looks like," He muttered. Haley rolled her eyes. How many times had she heard that statement.

"What, you tripped and fell onto her?" Taylor wailed. "And in the process ripped your own top open and shoved all the papers off your desk?"

"Georgina, I am so, so sorry," Robert cried.

Taylor shook her head and yanked her wedding ring off. "Forget it. This joke of a wedding is over!"

AN: Well, what do you think? Worth continuing? Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Oh yeah, and Nathan will be in the next chapter :-p