A/N: this is a filler chapter. I hope you like it. Please review!!!

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"Did you see them? I heard that she just wants his money, a gold digger that one."

"I saw them last night a little cozy on the couch; all that liquor they drank last night must have made for an interesting night and morning. I wonder how the sex was."

"They didn't have sex."

"How do you know?"

"Because I heard that he is secretly having an affair with someone in the office. I heard that they were going at it in the copy room after the meeting yesterday, before he started to go at it with her, but they were so drunk, they didn't make it past making out."

"And how do you know this is true?"

"How do we know if anything is true? I heard that she is secretly pregnant with his child but the only reason she wants to have it is so that he will have to pay her money to help her care for the child. She is such a little slut."

"Not true, he is really the one who is using her. I heard that he slept with her when they went to school together and then dumped her ass outside her boyfriend's dorm drunk and naked begging for more 'Logan'."

"He is not that heartless; he is a nice person with a sweet disposition. I think you're just jealous that she is the one who got to spend all night with the Huntzberger heir and not you and your fat, size 12 ass."

"Now don't start with me you old fruit bag."

"Oh all of you shut up, they are awake," said someone who walked into the break room with the startling news.

"Let's go," they all said in unison, scrambling out of the break room as quickly as possible to ensure that they didn't miss any of the drama.

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"Logan what happened?" Rory whispered, noticing the people starting to scramble to the window to see them on top of each other on the couch. This is bad; this is so bad. Why did this happen? How did this happen? WHAT exactly happened?

Logan looked just as freaked as Rory did but he hid it better than she did; finally his socialite façade was coming in handy. She was nearly shaking underneath him; her brown hair in messy tangled curls and her blue eyes frightened, he wished he could do something to calm her. He wanted to help her, but he wasn't sure what to do. Then something caught his eye, all the people staring in at them, staring at their current predicament. Away, they needed to get away from all of this drama, away from these people staring at them. Logan pulled himself up off of Rory and sat down on the edge of the couch, running his hands through his messy blonde hair. He looked down to find his button up shirt on the floor beneath him.

"Ace, get up," Logan said getting up to his feet, looking right into the crowd of people slammed against the glass wall of his office. He could hear the sighs from the females in the crowd as he stood in the middle of his office half naked.

"Logan what the…" Rory started but Logan quickly silenced her with his hand.

"We are getting out of here Ace, now get up and get dressed," Logan instructed, buttoning up his shirt in the process.

"What do you mean 'get dressed'?" Rory asked eyes wide with fright. "Oh my god we had sex!" A hysterical Rory leapt to her feet, revealing only a very skimpy black bra on top.

"Oh shit," Logan moaned as everyone stared in horror.

"Logan…help…" Rory pleaded, looking at him.

"Nothing to see here people, move on," Logan said moving the crowd of people away from the glass, throwing Rory a blanket so she could cover up. She wrapped it around herself, blushing profusely.

Logan pulled Rory to him and swept her out the door along with him, her clothes, and his keys, and then ran out of the door into the lobby and into the parking lot where Logan's Porsche was parked.

"Logan…"

"Don't worry Ace, we are going to fix this."

"Sure…" Rory mumbled as Logan gently pushed her into the passenger side of his car, she moaned as she accidentally hit her head on the car door frame. "Logan, where are we going to go? I mean everyone saw us together Logan. This can't be happening; I have a boyfriend Logan, who just saw me lying underneath one of his co-workers when he came to work this morning! I'm a slut, a whore…I'm a cheater. I'm a cheater. I'm a cheater," Rory couldn't stop herself. Her mind kept on going and going, turning over and over again.

"Rory stop yourself! We don't even know if anything happened, so just snap out of it, please. Wait, who the hell is your boyfriend," Logan asked, suddenly enraged.

"No one, Logan, it's none of your business," Rory spat back at him; she was now n the verge of sobbing, single tears streamed down her pale cheeks. Her blue eyes were overflowing with stray tears. It was his entire fault, he invited her to get a drink, and he got her drunk; it was all Logan's fault. What had she done?

Rory bent down, her head resting on her knees as she sobbed into her dress, the black material getting soggy from the tears.

Logan kept on driving, driving to what seemed like the edge of nowhere. He watched the girl he had loved more than anything in the world cry her eyes out, his own heart crying inside. He did this to her, he invited her for a drink; he got her drunk; it was entirely his fault. There wasn't a damned thing he could do about it now.

Logan drove down one of the main streets bombarded by early morning traffic; the wee hours of the sun poured in through the windows illuminating Rory in an aurora of light. She looked like an angel crying; her tears healing her old wounds that had grown so deep.

What the hell had he done to her?

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Rory lay asleep against the door of Logan's Porsche; he casually glanced at her sleeping figure while driving through traffic towards his penthouse. He normally avoided morning traffic, but from lack of common sense, this morning didn't seem to be going normally at all. The blaring horns and colorful screams from the angry morning drivers just made Logan hate New York even more. Sure the city was great, except when you actually had to live and commute in it every single. He was beginning to realize why people were so grumpy in the mornings; damn traffic, that's it.

Some random taxi driver flipped Logan off as he passed him in the lane over and then proceeded to cut him off.

"Fucking bastard," Logan muttered to himself, remembering to be quiet as if not to wake Rory.

Two hours and fifteen block later, Logan carried Rory into the lobby of his apartment building. Some odd glances were cast at the couple, but most people knew better to shut their mouths and mind their own business. Logan carefully pressed the button for the elevator, waiting for the doors to close to ride up to his penthouse.

Gold numbers adorned the door as Logan opened it and placed the key on the nearest table. Heaving Rory on to his shoulder, he carried her over to the couch, where he laid her down as carefully as possible so as if not to wake the sleeping beauty. Sitting down on the chair near the couch, Logan sighed and tried to relax, not letting his mind revisit the thoughts of this morning and last night. He would deal with that later, right now all he wanted to do was sleep, and that's exactly what he was going to do.

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Rory pulled herself up off of the comfy couch; her head felt fuzzy, her eyes were still readjusting to her new surroundings. The last thing she remembered was standing up in front of everyone in the office with only a bra on top. Oh shit, she couldn't bear to try and remember the other events of the morning…or last night. Logan. She couldn't think about it. She didn't want to return to her life, the life she had fucked up.

"Ace you're awake," a voice said from around the corner. Turning around the bend appeared no other than the face of Logan Huntzberger, in all of his glory, including the black trousers he slept in the night before and an open blue button up shirt, revealing a still very muscular and toned chest.

"Hey," she said softly, still waking up. She hadn't real noticed her surroundings all that well; the furniture was mahogany, a sleek modern look but not weird abstract statues of female body parts modern, and the light poured into the room from the large window on the wall to her right. Loud honking and screaming could be heard from the busy, major New York street below her.

"I know, it's annoying, huh? Just one of the many major perks of living the city. So, how are you, a little better than when you were last awake I hope?" Logan asked sincerely, handing her a warm cup of coffee in a bright red porcelain mug.

"Yeah annoying, I am…better…yeah much better. Don't worry about me Logan. I'll be fine…yeah fine," Rory stuttered, trying to get it out as smoothly as possible but failing miserably. She wrapped her blanket around her tighter as she drank her coffee.

"Ace are you ok? Well of course you're not, stupid question at ask huh?" Logan muttered into his coffee, sitting down in the same chair he fell asleep in.

"Logan…"

"No stop Rory, we need to talk about what happened. I can't just sit here and act like nothing happened last night. Something did Rory, and I know you don't want to think about this and actually deal with this problem, but I've learned a lesson or two about this, and we have to sort it out together and the sooner the better," Logan said, getting almost angry but stopped as soon as he saw Rory's face pale. She buried her head in her hands.

"Logan, I don't want to talk."

"Rory," Logan yelled, his face pleading her.

"Logan I don't want to talk!" Rory screamed, her face now streaming again with tears; the events of the previous night flooding back to her, overflowing her mind with memories she pleaded to forget.

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The previous night…

"So, how much have we drunk Mr. Huntzberger?" Rory laughed, giggling while trying to aim her liquor into her mouth without spilling more on to the carpet. She lay on the couch with her head in Logan's lap as he smiled and nodded at her.

"Now Ms. Gilmore, to count how much liquor we have consumed would be like trying to wake Finn up before noon, nearly impossible," Logan said, laughing hysterically.

"Oh how is old Finn?" Rory asked, trying to pick up her bottle that was on the floor next to the couch.

"Still drunk as ever," Logan slurred, trying to remain clam, but bursting out laughing instead.

"Logan, what's so funny?" Rory asked, giggling herself. She sat up from his lap, looking him square in the eye. "Logan Huntzberger, you tell me right not or I'll…"

"You'll what Ace, kiss me," Logan said jokingly.

"Yes I will, don't you believe me?" Rory took a long swig of her drink, staring at Logan over the rim of her glass.

"Yeah Ace, I don't believe you," Logan said teasingly, leaning in towards her; his face was inches away from her.

"Dare me," Rory said suggestively, closing her eyes.

But Logan didn't respond, he had already crashed his lips against hers at full force. All the passions built up from two years collided into that one kiss. Before they knew it, Rory was underneath Logan, struggling to unbutton his shirt as quick as possible.

"Logan, please…" Rory moaned as Logan placed soft kisses on her neck, sucking on a certain spot. Rory pushed softly against his chest, then wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him closer and closer.

"Rory…"

"Yeah…"

"I love tequila…" Logan grinned into her neck; returning to her mouth, he pressed his lips softly against hers at first, and then deepened the kiss he had been waiting to have for too long.

The night went on in the direction is was headed since their lips first met again, except it stopped, due to the amount of their intoxication, even sex couldn't keep them awake. Rory feel asleep underneath Logan. Her dress on the floor and his shirt strewn across to the chair, they both were lying happily in each other's arms, just like old times.

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A/N: ok this chapter is not very good, just kind of a filler chapter, but I didn't want them to have sex just yet. I have the entire story in my head, I think? Pray to the homework gods (a.k.a. my teachers who by the way are in the previous chapter as the old business men)! Please review!!! (I beg you!)