Pain

A/N: and yet I still not own it.

Wedding Part III

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It was probably a sign that he just wasn't supposed to get married.

That was what God wanted to tell him. Why else would he just have to walk into his best friend and soon-to-be-wife, kissing in a way that it didn't matter that they were in the middle of a hallway with people who knew that she was suppose get married to someone that wasn't the man she was in a lip lock with.

It was even worse because he knew he was kidding himself when he thought she loved him. That she would give up all the feelings she had for the jerk his best friend was, he should have known better

So he was supposed to be alone after all.

For months he thought it was different, that he could change her feelings. Because she had agreed to move in with him, had smiled when he asked her to marry him.

He should have realized then that she never answered him with a yes.

For God's sake! She had slipped from his bed every night at some point, to read, to watch TV, to go visit House at the hospital. She would sleep on an uncomfortable chair for hours because she was closer to the man that was such an enigma to all that knew him.

He was seated on the bar that was suppose to cater to his wedding, the one he had to announce was canceled on the part that the bride had just left with another man.

He was on his fifth cup vodka when Cuddy sat next to him, with a jaw-dropping velvet dark blue dress with a V that went down so much that it left too little and too much to the imagination.

"So why did you think this wouldn't have happened?" She asked, and he knew she was trying to sound as if she wasn't all that happy that Cameron had left him.

"I alluded myself" he tipped back the glass and closed his eyes.

"You know James. It would have happened at some point" he felt her eyes on him, as if they had been searching for something in his face.

It was only when he felt her hand brush against his cheeks that he opened his eyes to see she was no more than a few inches in front of him.

"She's still in love with him" he heard himself say as those pale blue eyes stared into his.

"Yeah" she whispered, and he knew she was too close to him. Her breath, a small puff of warm air, so close to his lips and dark brown curls fell on front of the cleavage he felt his eyes run over it for a moment.

"You don't seem surprised that this ended up happening" in his head he knew he should have sounded angrier than his voice came out to be.

"It wasn't a secret that I didn't want this wedding to happen"

"Well I had other things on my mind" he smiled, knowing that he shouldn't.

It's when she smiled that he noticed that his hands on were her hips, fingers making patterns across the velvet material that was even softer then he originally thought.

"Why were you jealous of Allison anyway?" he asked, though he already probably knew the answer.

"When I hired you James, I swore you were smarter than that" she smiled, and he knew she was too close and that he shouldn't allow any of this to happen. But she was too attractive and too forward and too tempting.

"I still have the two tickets for Rome" he whispered, hoped his voice showed the invitation he was sharing.

"Rome, huh?"

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Don't worry, I might kill myself if I ever take this long to update again.

I just didn't know what I wanted to put in this chapter and after a while I just kind of gave up. I know I probably could have done this chapter more justice but well, this is this.

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