I could tell that whoever was banging pans wasn't trying to, I could hear the sizzle as something hit a pan and the smell of bacon began to fill the room. If I remember correctly, Ben was supposed to leave around six this morning for a business trip so who was in my kitchen making breakfast?

I pushed my self off the couch, where I ended up sleeping last night and turned to see right into the kitchen. Now there was a vision, Ben cooking, a pike of pancakes already steaming on a plate. He hadn't cooked anything since college and I'm pretty sure it was only mac and cheese.

"I thought you had a trip today?"

He smiled seeing me awake, "I told them they could negotiate with out me this time." Ben wouldn't even miss a business trip if he had the flu, but now he randomly was staying home?

"What's the occasion?" I stood up and walked around the couch and into the kitchen.

"I just wanted to stay home with you, we haven't spent too much time together," I leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "Bacon?" He picked a piece off the plate and passed it to me. "I was going to make waffles but our waffle-maker broke. Maybe we can go buy a new one today?"

My eyebrows furrowed but I nodded and took a bite of the meat. "This is really nice of you, Ben."

"Well, Sophie you deserve to have breakfast made for you. You deserve a lot more than just this too. Once we get the waffle maker why don't I take you shopping for clothes?"

I forced a grin. Ben was being amazing and sweet and here I was cheating on him. Twice. Did he know and was trying to show me that he was the better choice? No, that wasn't how he would react; he'd probably throw all my things out on the front porch while he screamed at me. But then again, this cooking breakfast, skipping work, going shopping thing wasn't really him.

"That sounds amazing, Ben. I'm so glad you chose to stay home. But what's the catch?"

"No catch, sweetie. Now sit down and eat as much as you can, I made enough to probably serve the whole apartment complex." I held his face with my free hand and kissed his lips softly. Even though I was feeling horrible for everything that happened with Ian how could I stop this behavior? This is what I wanted, this makes me want to go to Vegas and get married to spend forever with this gracious, cooking, gorgeous man. I turned around and took another bite of the bacon as I headed over to where my phone sat on the coffee table. Flipping it open a box popped up saying I had a missed call and a new voicemail. My stomach flipped and I quickly walked back to the bathroom and shut the door, leaning against the counter I pressed talk and held the phone to my ear. The automated voice came on revealing options before it got to listening to my new voicemail. I pressed the number to get to it and it began to talk again before beeping.

"I'm sorry I'm calling so late, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. I'm also sorry things got so far earlier, I shouldn't have let my emotions control me like that. So give me a call when you can, we should meet up again and maybe set some rules for us." He laughed nervously. "I hope you're having sweet dreams, Sophia."

Anger swept through me. No, I will not call you. No we will not need rules because I am perfectly happy with Ben and if I see you again who knows what will happen because you have some strange voo-doo magic over me!

But I kept the message, because not even Ben cared that much to call me after a hook-up to make sure I wasn't having weird feelings about it. Because I wasn't sure if I would end up calling him. I was hoping I wouldn't.

I was trying on a pair of skinny jeans when my phone went off, pulling it out I saw Ian's name on my screen. I forced myself to ignore the call and put it back in my purse. I was strong enough to do this, I don't need Ian and his sweet, funny, gentlemen self. I had Ben who was better.

I just need to keep telling myself that.

I was staring at different silverware when my phone rang again. Ben looked to me as if to answer it but I shook my head.

"Telemarketers have been bugging me all day."

"Why don't you just shut off your phone for the day?" he offered grabbing a ladle and pointing it at me.

"Smart idea," I grabbed my phone, I had a text but I didn't bother looking at it before I held down the end key and the phone shut down. I smiled nervously to Ben as I slid it back in my purse. He took my hand with his free one and we began walking down the aisle.

"How do you feel about going out tonight?"

"Like for dinner?"

"Well we can do that, or I was thinking maybe to a club? We haven't been to one of those in a few years."

"It could be fun,"

"Great, that means we have to go and pick you out something new to wear." He smiled down to me. I nodded with a small smile on my face.

So we bought our kitchen appliances and went back up to the third floor where are the petite sizes for women were at. I grabbed a few dresses and headed into the changing room. The first was a short red dress made out of silky material that had some sort of elastic band around the bottom that hugged on my upper thighs. The other was a silver sequined halter dress that seemed more like a disco ball then anything else. But the last one was my favorite, a small tight black dress with a sweetheart neck line that clung to my body like a graph.

Ian would like this.

And Ben would like this more. Stupid thoughts I can't control. My eyes averted to my purse where my phone sat. I wanted to turn it on and see how many more times he had called me, but I knew Ben was on the other side of this door waiting for his loving fiancé to come out with the perfect dress that he will buy with his money so I can wear out on our date to the club. The club that we will dance to every song at and kiss and get drunk before we go home and have sex.

Therefore I took off the dress, put my blouse and jeans back on, slipped my heels on to my feet, black dress in hand I walked out to Ben and gave him a kiss on the cheek before we went to the cashier. Why was it such a problem to just forget Ian and be happy with Ben? He had obviously changed his ways, I was happy and felt satisfied but yet my mind had only really thought about Ian calling today. I was terrible for this.

We ended up at some club Ben's friend went to a lot, funnily enough not too far away from the bar where I met Ian. It was pretty packed, multi-colored lights swung around the room, girls and guys were dancing and hooking up everywhere while the rest of the room was shooting down shots. The music was pumping the latest pop song, a dance song with lyrics about taking off your clothes or something obscene. I led Ben to the bar where he ordered a few shots of vodka and got me a chaser. We downed the first two together and he ordered another round while I sipped my Sprite. The alcohol slipped through my system quickly and I could feel my skin already get hot. Ben passed me my next shot and I shot it back before my eyes scanned over the crowd, and for a moment I thought I saw his bright blue eyes in the crowd but before I could confirm it Ben was nudging me to have another shot. After we both took another few shots I pulled at Ben to the dance floor.

I wrapped my arms around his neck loosely and he pulled me close to him, my hips grinding into his as we moved to the dance beat. My head was spinning but I swear on my life I kept seeing those eyes when I would look away from Ben, they were following me or something. But Ben would keep pulling my face to is and kissing me, biting on my lip and I would forget about those blue eyes and keep dancing.

We danced two songs before Ben said he was going to go to the bathroom and get us more drinks so I found a sturdy post and leaned against it and I stared at the crowd of people. A techno beat began and I seemed to start dancing by myself, I was too drunk to feel at all pathetic.

But then a tall figure appeared in front of me, my eyes scanned him from head to toe, finally finding Ian's familiar face and I froze.

"Are you going to dance alone?"

"H-how did you know I was here?" I fumbled, the vodka seemed to have numbed my tongue a bit.

"I saw you walk in, I was already here with some of my friends."

"We can't talk here, Ben's just in the bathroom."

"He doesn't know what we've done, we're just two people strangers talking,"

"This isn't a good idea."

"Fine, we don't have to talk. Dance with me," He held out his hand and my chest ached as I placed my hand in his. With a grin Ian led me into the group of sweaty dancers and spun me around then pressed my back into him. His hands ran down from my shoulders to my hands before taking both and raising them, putting them around his neck. I couldn't help as my fingers began to run through the back of his tousled hair and his warm hands ran back down my torso to my hips keeping me pressed hard against him as we moved. I tilted my head to the side and his lips found my neck causing my skin to feel even hotter. Only for a moment I thought 'What if Ben saw?', but Ian had strategically pulled us into the middle of everything and even I couldn't see through the crowd around us. We were safe here, between everyone. Ian's hand crept slightly below my hips and just the thought of where he might be going sent my mind in a huge flurry, my gut was aching and I just wanted the room to be empty so I could take him right now.

That's when I felt him hard against my lower back, the silent expression to tell me he wanted me too. The feel of it caused me to turn around and press against him once more, if it was possible I think I got closer. He kept us at a fast pace, his hands grabbing at my ass as we grinded, it was the closest we were going to get to having sex tonight.

Where was my head? I should stop dancing with Ian and run off to Ben so we could go home. I shouldn't be fucking dry humping on a dance floor with someone who isn't Ben.

But then I looked up into his eyes, a small smile played on his lips and his face leaned down closer, but instead of kissing me they pressed against my ear.

"I wish you were coming home with me tonight." He pulled back slightly, and I felt like I needed him so strongly. No, no that had to be the alcohol, I was drunk and I didn't know what I was feeling. Ian pressed a kiss at the corner of my mouth and then moved away.

"What's wrong?" I shouted but the music was too loud, he was already turned around and pushing through the crowd. I began to maneuver my way out to catch him, I was drunk but still, I didn't want our time to end. My eyes scanned over the room before watching as Ian was walking out of the club with a few people, he looked back and caught my stare, I raised my arm and stepped forward, as to call him over or stop him but as I stepped, I bumped into someone.

"There you are, I thought you got stolen," I looked up to see Ben's smiling face.

"Oh no, just got swept up in the crowd." I felt that my body was still hot but I wasn't drunk anymore, that high I had was gone and even though Ben was giving me a kiss right now, all I wanted was Ian.

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