Unlove Me

A/n: To answer your question the rating is definitely going to change… I was just being lazy, lol. Oh my gosh guys five reviews in one day you have no idea how happy that makes me!3 Hopefully my writing isn't too OOC for Connie and Vicky.

Disclaimer: Mike Kelly owns everything, sadly.

Victoria Grayson's eyes fluttered open. She blinked sleepily, stretching her limbs. Rising into a sitting position, she stretched properly, a yawn erupting from her mouth. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a figure stir, burying itself deeper under the satin sheets.

It was Conrad.

Her brow furrowed in confusion, as she wondered why he was asleep in her bed.

'Oh right the bet!'

Victoria studied his sleeping form. For the lack of a better term he looked adorable. She had forgotten the feeling of waking up with a warm body beside her. She slinked silently out of the bed, considering whether or not she should wake him.

Deciding to let him rest, Victoria padded silently into her en suite bathroom, preparing herself for the day.

The sound of running water woke the slumbering king. Conrad rubbed the sleep out of his eyes, bounding out of bed. Running a hand through his silver locks, he walked to the vanity, taking in his disheveled appearance.

Conrad smiled to himself, shaking his head.

Victoria was singing in the shower.

He hadn't heard her sing in years. She had a lovely voice, a real calling for the performing arts, whether it be singing, playing instruments, or even acting. Which is most likely where her affinity for musicals and operas stemmed from.

He turned his head as he heard the water shut off. Seconds later Victoria emerged from the bathroom, humming the tune to 'wouldn't it be loverly' from My Fair Lady. She was completely oblivious to Conrad's presence, dropping her towel as she reached for her brush.

"All I want is a room somewhere, far away from the cold night ai-AHHH!"

"Conrad, what on earth! What are you doing in here?" she questioned obviously startled.

Conrad had yet to answer her, eyes raking over her figure.

Her hands immediately flew to her hips, as she allowed him to ogle her.

"Are you finished?" she asked sarcasm lacing her words.

"Oh um what? I'm sorry," he stumbled over his words.

Conrad's gaze finally reached her face. He smiled sheepishly, apologizing for staring.

Victoria rolled her eyes.

'Typical man…'

She had long ago lost any anxieties over her body. She knew she was gorgeous, and she flaunted it. She returned to the task at hand, running her nails through her tangled locks. Victoria decided to pin her hair up, opting for a ponytail instead of a bun.

Conrad took his turn in the shower, smirking to himself.

Now clothed in her underwear, she walked to her closet, rummaging through the outfits.

What to wear… what to wear

She settled on a red blouse and a black skirt, along with her signature black pumps.

'I look like career girl Barbie' she thought to herself, applying her makeup.

Making her way down the spiraling staircase, she made her way into the dining area, where breakfast was prepared.

She took her seat at the head of the table, pouring her coffee. Staring over the rim of her cup, she caught Conrad's eyes.

He smiled at her, kissing her cheek as he passed. He took his seat, immediately reaching for his morning paper and cup of tea.

Victoria groaned inwardly.

'Conrad and that godforsaken newspaper...'

She cringed as he ruffled the sheets, turning the page. The noise was irritating and obnoxiously loud. She reached for her coffee mug, attempting to occupy her hands and restrain herself from ripping the paper to shreds.

"Good morning all," Ashley's cheerful voice filled the room.

Victoria frowned distastefully at her former protégé. The aspiring socialite was impossibly more irksome than the newspaper.

Conrad greeted his communication's assistant, smiling politely. His eyes wandered to Victoria, whose eyes told an entirely different story than the frown she was trying to refrain from displaying.

Her appetite had magically disappeared. She finished her coffee, polishing off a small muffin before rising from the table.

She began walking away, stopping when she wondered if she'd forgotten something. Ashley now occupied her seat, babbling mindlessly about Conrad's campaign for Governor.

She glared at the back of Ashley's head. She opened her mouth to voice her disapproval, quickly shutting it as Conrad caught her eye.

He arched an eyebrow, baiting her.

Turning on her heel she sauntered out of the room.

She would not lose this little game and humiliate herself over someone as insignificant as Ashley Davenport.

This was a dangerous game they were playing; and she needed a strategy.