I feel him pulling out of me as my sweaty body rests against the french window, which offers a beautifull view of London - at night.

My breath is just as irregular as his, as we both just reached a whole new form of a climax. Having London underneath me and his hand arm around my hip while the other held my hands above my head was like... falling without ever touching the hard ground called reality. The rush of adrenaline running through my veins while the orgasm was building deep inside of me was... Beyond amazing.

His laugh rips me out of my thoughts. I turn my head around and watch him closing the belt of his black trousers. His bare upper body is nearly as amazing as his lower body.

"What?" I ask him, a little confused about his reaction. Did I do something wrong?

He shakes his head, as if he has read my mind correctly, "Just one simple meeting with you and I forget everything else around me. Including very important clients." He says frowning as he takes a look at his iPhone. His emerald colored orbs are still shining. It's sparkle is breathtaking.

I grin, yeah I forgot everything around me for the rest of the day as well. Including him. "Is Unfaithful Records a client of your's now as well?"

"You slept with the owner because you want me to invest into your record label?" he asks me shocked with a smirk on his lips.

My chin falls down. He is the owner?! "I thought Fields is the owner..."

Lucas shakes his head, his dirty blonde hair hasn't lost any of it's form. I wonder if my hair still looks fine... Probably not. "Fields is my partner. Unlike my brother, I don't want to give my name away just like that. We all saw how well that worked out."

Troy... I feel my heart clenching. Aching for him. It's an unbearable pain. A pain, I was able to surpress. To ignore... I look down and start collecting my clothes piece by piece.

He watches me getting into my underwear, "Did I do something wrong?" he asks me, his Australian accent suddenly hearable again.

I shake my head. What I am doing is wrong. What I did was wrong... This is wrong.

He picks up my blouse as I get into my skirt again, before he hands it to me. "Was it because I mentioned Troy?"

My eyes look into his as I stop buttoning up my blouse. "No." I lie into his eyes.

"You're a bad liar. Troy's right."

I frown. They talked about me? "You guys talk about me?"

Lucas starts buttoning up the blouse for me, "Not a lot... but yeah. We used to. I mean, you guys were in the spotlight from the beginning of your relationship anyways..."

"Did you recognize me? From pictures with Troy, I mean." I say, almost whisper to him. Saying his name hurts me too much.

He smiles at me before he closes the last button, "Of course I did... I mean, we did wear masks at the party but... Somehow I knew it was you. From the beginning."

And?

"I was surprised." he answers my thought casual. "Surprised that I was so stupid to just let you go... I should've given you-"

I shake my head, "It was a sexparty, Lucas. We weren't suppose to feel that attracted to each other... We were suppose to have fun."

"And we didn't lose any of it's fun just now." he smirks at me.

His smirk reminds me of his twinbrother... Of him.

"I think we should get something to eat." Lucas suggests. "After all, you must be hungry after what we just did..."

Indeed I feel my stomach responsing to him. I nodd, "Food sounds nice."

He offers me his hand and I take it. Unlike with Troy, I feel nothing when he leads me out of his office. Unlike with Troy, I don't have butterflies or whatsoever going wild in my stomach. I feel nothing.

We walk pass the desk of the secretary and I notice that it is empty. "What time is it anyway?" I ask as we wait for the elevator to arrive.

Lucas takes a look at his ROLEX, "Eight p.m..." We spend the whole day in his office. Doing nothing but having sex. Breathtaking sex. In every thinkable position.

I nodd as we walk into the elevator, "When was the last time you talked to your brother?"

"Our Mom's birthday."

The day he told me he loved me. The day he gave me the offer. And the attachment. The day which changed my life forever. I shiver.

"You okay?"

I nodd, "Of course..." I say before we step out of the elevator. "What we did was wrong, you know." I whisper. Almost to myself.

"It wasn't wrong." he says casual as we walk through the foyer.

"You are Troy's brother."

He frowns, knowing what I mean. "Don't deny the sexual desire you felt."

"I felt it. Of course I felt it. The sex was amazing... But it was just sex." I say as we stop in front of a black Porsche Cayenne.

He nodds, "You love him, don't you?"

I brush through my dark brown locks and look into his green eyes. They don't sparkle due to lust... they shine because of honesty.

"I do... I still do." I say the last part to myself and frown. I love him and he hurt me. I love him because he hurt me. I love him because he is able to hurt me. Damn it, I still love him although he fucked everything up!

He pulls me in a hugg. It's the first time I hugged him actually. He seems... like a friend. Is it possible to see the man you just had sex with as a normal friend?

"He loves you as well." he whispers into my ear.

I shake my head, "No he doesn't." I say back and wipe away the tears which have formed in my eyes.

Lucas sighs, before he brushs through my dark brown locks. "I wish it'd be me who you love, but I know that it is him. It will always be him."

"Are you jealous?"

He shakes his head, "To be feeling jealously, I should have had you... but I didn't. I never did. Not even up there." he says, nodding towards the glass building.

It's true. He did possess me... but I was not his. I don't belong to him. I belong to his brother. A brother who tore me apart. "Listen, how about we go to my place and have a cup of tea?"

I raise an eyebrow at him.

He chuckles, "Just tea. The Britains are a big believer in tea and it's healing power... maybe it will help you over your heartbreak as well."

"Okay... Tea sounds like a good idea."

"And something to eat." he adds before he opens the door of the Porsche for me.

I chuckle, "That, too."


I hear the notification from the electric kettle somewhere far, far behind in my head. The blood is still rushing through my veins. The sweat is still dropping down my breasts. My lungs are still fighting for air. My legs are still shaky, not able to stand solid on the ground yet. Thank God, I am sitting on the mamor kitchen island, which has heated up really quickly. The coldness which I felt minutes ago has disappeared.

I grin against his lips, my fingers fondling his biceps. "Just tea doesn't really work for us."

He returns my grin, "Can you blame us?"

I frown. I thought that the sex in his office was a one time thing, but now... Now I am not so sure anymore. Being with him makes me forget about Troy. Lucas is the perfect distraction. The perfect man who can... "I am not looking for a relationship, Luc."

"Neither am I."

"Then it is going to be just sex. No feelings. No feelings at all."

He nodds in agreement. "Does it make you feel guilty?" He asks me slowly.

I shake my head, "It makes me forget. It makes me feel." Everything but devastation.

Lucas smiles at me, "Good. That's how it should feel."

I frown at him.

He lifts my body up and places it on it's steady feet. "He completely wracked you. He left me your pieces. He left me the work to glue the pieces, he shattered you into, together. I'll help you getting over him. Like I always do. I am the rebound... This time I am not glad that he has broken things off again. You guys were-"

"Don't." I beg him, feeling the tears building in my eyes. "Let's not talk about him. I... I mean, I..."

"Okay." He says nodding. "How about tea now?"

I smile a little at him, "Tea sounds good."

He turns around and gets out two cups. It gives me a moment to look around. His kitchen has a ridiculous size. It is way too big for one single person. The white cupboards have black mamor working plates, this way it looks modern but classic at the same time. It reminds me of Troy's kitchen in New York... Troy.

"How do you like London so far?" He asks me, filling the cups with English Breakfast Tea.

"I haven't been able to see much of it yet... I was busy with the record label." I say and shrugg, "My friends say that it isn't anything like New York, but it has it's charme after all... You know, the clubs should be okay..." I say as I start collecting my clothes, getting into them one piece after another.

"How long have you been living in London?"

"A month." I answer briefly, taking a sip of the hot tea.

"And you haven't been going clubbing?"

I shrugg, "I didn't even had the chance to go shopping, yet. I was busy. Really busy."

"I'll give you a tour of London. With your friends."

I frown. That would go beyond just sex.

"As a friend. We don't have to tell anyone what we do behind closed doors. That is our business, not their's."

I nodd, "Okay."

He smiles at me. A soft smile. A smile of a friend... Not a lover.

"Lucas, why are you doing this? Why are you so nice to me?" I ask him, brushing through my locks. It doesn't make sense to me. Nothing makes sense to me anymore.

Because I am here. Without him.

He sighs, "Because you don't deserve to be walking around like this."

"Like what?"

He shruggs, "Wracked... Fucked up."

"But he is your brother. Shouldn't you be on his side?"

"I am. That is why I am doing this."

I have no idea what he means by that. Maybe the Bolton brothers are both a mystery to me.

He smiles at me, "Troy loves you. He said that to me. You are the love of his life. Just because he is not with you right now, doesn't mean that his love for you has vanished."

"If he loved me, he would have never done what he did to me." And he would have never let me go.

"He warned you. Didn't he? That is not his usual behaviour, Gabriella."

"He didn't tell me to not go when I told him I'd move to London. Besides, I don't think he would be pleased to hear that we are having sex."

Lucas chuckles, "He would beat my ass if he knew that."

I frown and let my mind wander to a classic boxing fight. I don't know who of the Bolton brothers would win. Both are fairly fit. In my mind, it is Troy though. Not because he is fitter... But because he owns my heart.

"You could choose to stay away from me." I answer back. His behaviour is still unreasonable for me.

"I could. But that would make things harder when you guys are back together again."

For a moment I wish we'd still be a couple. But we're not. And somehow I can't imagine myself with him again. Not after what he did. Not just the action hurt me... The reason hurt me even more. I shake my head, "We won't get back together. Our story has ended."

He smiles softly at me, "Your story deserves a Happyend. Not this."

"How come you lived in Australia and Troy in the states?"

He frowns at me for a second. Perhaps he doesn't understand the sudden change of topics. But I can not talk about him anymore. It hurts too much.

"After graduation Troy chose to go to Columbia. I wanted to go as far away as possible. I chose Australia over Africa because of the beautiful beaches."

"Did you live at the beach?"

He nodds, "I didn't have much of it though. I worked 24/7 as soon as I decided to build my own company."

"Why did you chose Fields as a partner?"

"We met at College in Sydney... We got along pretty well, he is not just my partner. We're friends as well above anything else. Best friends even, I guess."

I nodd, it's nice to know that he seemed to be just fine in Australia. "Did you miss the states?"

He shakes his head, "I didn't miss the states. But I did miss my family. Or what is left of it anyways..."

"Did you visit the states often?"

"As often as possible. But it wasn't enough."

"Did you miss your brother a lot?"

He nodds and is silent. He must have missed him more than just a lot.

"Why did you chose London instead of the states now?"

His answer is a smirk. "You'll see..."

I frown. Do I want to know? I choose not to ask. Too much information could hurt you more than you know...

"How is it going with the record label?"

"We're trying to build it... I mean, I knew that it weren't going to be easy... But then again, I didn't think it'd be that tough." And cost so much fucking money.

He nodds, "How long do you want Fields Ventures to invest?"

"About 16 months, not longer. I'd say we make a contract for a year first..."

"My secretary will send you the documents tomorrow noon."

"Why won't you bring them to me? I have doors which can be locked as well." I say and smirk. God, when was the last time I was able to flirt? It seems like eternity... Yet, I feel not guilty. No, I feel no guilt at all... it shouldn't be like that. But I know, that it's only possible because I've burried my feelings for him. Deep, deep underneath the earth, my broken heart is laying. Alone. Waiting for him to come and digg it out.

"I would love to, but I can't. I have meetings the whole morning and then I need to hop into the plane to fly over to Paris."

"When will you be back?"

He shruggs, "Depends. A maximum of a week."

I nodd, "Why didn't you talk to me this morning?"

"I was suppose to be in Italy this morning. The deal was made a little faster than expected, that's why I stormed into Field's office. I didn't expect you there flirting with my partner."

I roll my eyes, "I was not flirting... Just trying to get what I want."

"And you got it. Happy?"

I smile innocently at him, "Very, Mr. Bolton... Very."


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