So chapter two is ready. I have a beta-reader now which I hope will make a bit more enjoyable for any potential readers.

Thank you 'namedone' for taking the time to beta for me.

Matt's room

For the first time, in what seemed like forever, Amanda woke up happy. One thing was the mind-blowing sex she had the night before, more than once, she might add. More importantly, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been with a man, where they did other things than having sex. Never before, had she met a man who made her feel beautiful, both inside and out. She let out a satisfied sigh and snuggled closer to Matt.

"Mmm…Betty," he mumbled into her hair. Amanda turned around abruptly to face Matt. Did he just say that? Nah, it was probably just her imagination.

She gave him a soft kiss on the lips, "Matt, baby, wake up."

"Not yet Betty, just a little while longer," he said and pulled her closer against his body.

Oh no he didn't just call me that, again, Amanda thought, while she forcefully moved out of Matt's embrace.

"Stupid bastard," she told him while getting out of the bed.

"Wha... Amanda?" Matt questioned while slowly sitting up and rubbing his eyes.

"Surprise, surprise, huh?" She spit out at him. "No Betty for you!" You will not cry. You will not cry. You will not cry, she told herself.

Matt looked very confused. "What are you talking about, Mandy? And why are you getting dressed?" He reached out and took hold of her arm. "Come back to bed."

"Get your hands off of me," she said and pushed his hand away roughly. "I'm worth more than being a Betty substitute. I mean, why don't you just run out right now and find her if you really want her. She's probably crying her eyes out somewhere, wishing you'd come back to her, so that you can share a happily ever after. I know that's what you want as well," she said bitterly.

Matt got out of bed and walked towards her. "I really don't know what's gotten into you. I've told you several times now, Betty is the past and you're the present and possibly the future. I mean, after yesterday, I thought..."

Amanda interrupted him. "You said her name, not once, but twice within the last five minutes! How's that supposed to make me feel, huh?" She was angry. He had no right to lie to her face like that. Even if she was just a one-night-stand to him, how could he think that she'd be naïve enough to stand there and swallow his lies? That was more than she could handle. She really thought she meant more to him. "You may want to believe that you don't want her anymore, Matt, but you're not fooling anyone! God. I finally thought I'd found a nice guy, whom I could have a real relationship with. Clearly, I was proven wrong, once again. Silly, silly me."

Matt grabbed her shoulders. "Please be quiet and look me in the eyes." She reluctantly did as she was asked and Matt continued. "You are a beautiful, funny, sweet and kind woman, Amanda, and you deserve a man who'll threat you like a queen." He went silent for a moment. "I hope that in time I can become that man for you. Whatever I might have said about Betty is just a flash from the past. I won't get over her, just by snapping my fingers, but it'll come with time. It might become a roller coaster ride, but I'm hoping you'll join me on it."

The sincerity in Matt's eyes made Amanda's tears flow. "You're serious, Matt! You want this? You want me?" She began kissing him all over. "I'm so happy."

Matt smiled down at her. "I thought I made that clear several times last night..." He pulled her towards the bed, "but I'd be happy to show you one more time."

"You dirty old man," Amanda said with a laugh, while Matt pulled her down on top of him.

Meanwhile in Betty's room

Daniel had had the most wonderful dream. A beautiful woman was moving above him- her thick, dark, and curly hair moved from side-to-side, while the sweetest moans left her mouth. Daniel let his hands roam over her curvy body. It felt amazing. He couldn't stop the words from leaving his mouth.

"Umm... Betty, so so sexy... Umm..." The body next to him stiffened.

"Matt…?" Betty asked, already knowing the answer. Please don't be Daniel, she repeatedly thought.

"Who's Matt?" Daniel slowly began to wake up.

Crap! It's Daniel. Betty's eyes opened in shock. Oh God, Betty, you slept with your recently widowed best friend. And what about Matt? You just got out of a relationship with him! This is so not happening. Ok, relax. You can't be in here. You have to get out.

She gently tried to remove Daniel's arms from around her. "As good as this feels, Daniel, I really need to get up. I have work to do and..."

"Ah no, it's still early," he replied.

Betty managed to get out of bed, only to find Daniel grinning at her with his boyish grin.

"Now, that's what I call a great morning view," Daniel proclaimed, "I wouldn't mind waking up to that more often."

"This isn't funny. Don't you understand what probably happened...what are you grinning at?"

"Nothing." Daniel's grin got even bigger. "The view just got even better."

Betty, still not noticing her lack of clothing, looked around the room. "What are you talking about?"

Daniel semi-ignored her question and simply said, "It's a shame that you're so determined to hide such a masterpiece from the world."

Betty finally realized what Daniel was staring at. "Oh my God, why didn't you tell me that I wasn't wearing anything?" She quickly went around the room picking up her clothes and started to put them on. God, how could this happen, she thought.

"Well, probably because I didn't mind," he said with a wink in his eyes.

"For Christ's sake, can you please be serious? Don't you understand what a big mistake this was?"

Daniel bolted upright in the bed. "You think this was a mistake? A bad thing?" He sounded very hurt.

"Yes, Daniel, I do. We're supposed to be best friends. What's gonna happen to that now? What happens to our friendship? What happens to us?" Betty took a deep breath. "Not to mention that you just lost your wife- the love of your life. This is wrong. I can't be in here right now." Betty let out a deep sigh, while putting on her jimmy choos. "I have to get out of here, I'm sorry…"

Betty went for the door, but Daniel quickly got out of bed, took her hand and turned her around.

"Hold on a second, will ya? First of all, this is your room, not mine, so if anyone's leaving, it's me." Daniel took a moment to consider what he wanted to say. "Secondly, I think you're overreacting just a bit here. Yeah, we were both drunk last night and it probably wasn't the best decision to sleep with each other, but we did it anyways. We both needed it." He took her hands in his. "What I'm trying to say is, for what it's worth, I'm happy that it was you and not some bimbo from the bar." Using the index finger of his right hand, he placed it underneath Betty's chin and raised her head. "Maybe this doesn't have to be just a one-night thing? We're both friends, so maybe there's a way we…"

Betty slapped him hard. "You want me to be your personal whore?" She asked him with an angry!Betty tone. "Your quick lay, until you're ready to move on with another woman? Huh?" Don't cry. Don't cry, she thought, as tears started to roll down her face. Too late. "It doesn't even surprise me that you'd be asking for something like that. Betty's easily dispensable, isn't she? Whatever Daniel Meade needs, his loyal ex-assistant will provide."

Daniel tried to interrupt, "But that wasn't what I..."

"Shut up and get out! Just because you managed to screw half the female population of the world, doesn't me you can do that to me!"

Daniel tried again. "Betty, I really didn't..."

"I said out... NOW!"

Daniel quickly put on his clothes and got out of the room. God, he'd never seen Betty so angry before; so disappointed. How could she think that he'd use her for that? He'd never use her for sex, especially not her. If anything, last night should have been something shared between people that were more than just friends. Having slept with her, only added yet another layer to the fundament that was them. Daniel couldn't help but think that it was a step in the right direction. Maybe not the right step at the right time, but the right step nevertheless.

Daniel's thoughts were abruptly ended with the sound of Marc's too cheery voice.

"Why good morning to you, Mr. Meade," Mark said. "Did poncho girl kick you out this early?"

"I have no clue what you're talking about, Marc," Daniel dryly replied.

"Oh come on, I'm gay, not stupid. You didn't come back to the bar last night. You weren't in you room this morning and now I meet you here in the hallway looking like that," He said, while pointing to his clothes. "You can't honestly believe you'll convince me that you didn't give that piñata a hit last night, if you know what I mean," Marc said with a wink.

"This is none of your business, Marc, just stay out of it okay?" Daniel said firmly. "And why are you looking for me at this time of the day, anyway?"

"Just some trouble with the models, sir. You should probably call the photographer."

"Okay, thanks for telling me," Daniel said while passing by Marc. "Oh and Marc, if you tell anybody about what you think happened between Betty and me, you're gonna to regret it. Understood?"

"Of course. My lips are sealed."

When Daniel was gone, Mark just rolled his eyes and mumbled, "Whatever. Everyone thinks you're doing it anyhow."