A/N: Thanks so much for reading, as usual! Hopefully everyone's okay with this getting updated more frequently? Yes? I know these updates aren't as exciting as the very beginning, but it's picking up. Also, I just want to remind everyone that this story is different from all my others, so if certain events don't occur that people assume I'm going to put in here just for the sake of doing it, just remember that this is just supposed to be a fun story that isn't going to be that long. That being said, I hope everyone likes this chapter!


Fuck him.

Please.

No really, please, just fuck him.

Troy glanced at the now black haired beauty sitting in the dark interior of the Audi for what must have been the ten thousandth time. She looked hot. Not just any hot either. This was a "do me right here right now" kind of hot. The way her cascading midnight waves fell down a good four inches cut from the highlighted brown. It was curled to perfection and she had magically cut her bags so they crossed her forehead flawlessly. The outfit she had on was practically calling for him to take off again. The black sunglasses covering her dark chocolate eyes hid her well. It was almost like looking at a completely different goddess.

And fuck, he wanted her.

"I don't know how you did it." Troy proclaimed in awe while watching the sun begin to set in the distance. After Gabriella had come out from her transformation which seemed to take hours, she announced how hungry she really was. It was then that he realized it was rounding on twenty one hours since she had last ate, so he decided that she was well enough disguised to take her out. Could you tell it was Gabriella Montez? At a glance, no. But looking closely? Yes.

He told her to keep her head moving at all times and slightly hidden. If he wasn't confident that she would be safe, he wouldn't have taken her out. But he could tell how she ached fresh air, and didn't want to deny her something of that. "How I did what?" Gabriella asked in that honey like voice that almost made Troy run off the road.

"Manage to fucking change your appearance with hair dye, scissors, and curling it?" Troy asked amusedly, for Gabriella had just turned to him mysteriously beneath her sexy sunglasses. God… how could just turning her head make him like a rock?

Gabriella shrugged her revealing shoulders "I dunno. It was easy…. It's uh… still a shock though." She ripped down the mirror on the sun visor to frown at her midnight hair. Troy smirked at her before daring to reach over and trail his hand over her bare arm, feeling her soft skin prickle beneath his touch.

"I think you look gorgeous." Troy confessed gingerly before pulling his hand away and watching Gabriella's cheeks flood in a ruby blush. Well, it was true.

"So where are we eating?" She asked distantly while looking out into the deep ocean with the orange paint of the setting sun causing a portrait in the sky. Troy shrugged before gazing at the busy road.

"Uh… I was thinking fast food, and we'll take it somewhere. Unless like… you're watching your weight or whatever…" Troy bitterly dragged out the last part before Gabriella actually raised her weak hand and slapped his bulging bicep. "Ouch!"

"I'm starving Bolton. I want grease and fat and everything in between," she announced as Troy threw on his blinker with a hearted chuckle. "I'm starting to think you believe I'm a stuck up snob or something.

He shot her a quick glance before pulling up into the brightly fast food restaurant with two golden arches almost like gateways to heaven. Troy had to admit, he was starving as well. He had been so concerned with Gabriella and her clothes when he was out previously he had forgotten to eat. And he couldn't lie, grease sounded like heaven. "No… I just wasn't sure…"

Troy smoothly pulled the car into the drive through, taking it the raspy sound of the employing requesting their orders. He ordered two cheese burgers and a vanilla and chocolate shake. Gabriella's eyes seemed to light up at the sound of ice cream, which he couldn't help but find was the most adorable thing in the universe. It took everything in his power to resist taking her hand into his. "Keep your head down alright?" Troy instructed behind his dark aviators and Gabriella nodded, turning to the side discretely.

He rolled up to the window, sudden the adrenaline begging to pump through his thick veins. This was it, if this kid with an ugly eyebrow piercing and a green Mohawk noticed the woman in the seat next to him was Gabriella Montez, everything would be ruined and they would be dead, literally.

"Uhhh… have a great night." The boy, who looked like he had just sat in the back with a joint in his hand, handed over their order and immediately Troy almost orgasmed just smelling the intoxicating scent of food. Troy let out a sigh in relief as he nodded towards the boy, and slowly pulled out to find that he was forced to remove his sunglasses since the sky was twinkling with stars now.

"Oh my god…" Gabriella moaned almost erotically while taking the warm white paper bag and sniffing the outside. Troy did his best not to imagine she was beneath him and moaning the same thing with her clothes off and him inside her hot, wet…

Focus on driving Bolton. Now's not the time.

"So you wanna head back to the hotel?" He asked while chuckling lightly and practically watching Gabriella drool over their dinner.

"Do we have to?" She groaned and finally put the bag into her lap for safe keeping. "I've been stuck in there all day."

The responsible thing would have been to tell her to shut the hell up and that they were going back. But as Troy stole another glance and watched the desperation glisten in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel his heart and his head melt. If they were somewhere secluded, then everything SHOULD be okay. So far they were safe, and it was dark by now. No one would see her and no one knew who Troy was. That was it, he sighed defeated.

"We have to be careful alright?" Troy cautioned as he head off towards the black sea, the scent of his awaiting cheese burger taunting him as he pressed his black tennis shoe on the accelerator harder.

Finally, after what seemed like years, Troy finally managed to park off near a beach that looked vacant with a long pier leading towards a large grass hut at the end. The San Diego skyline still loomed over them as Troy finally got out of the car, Gabriella keeping her sunglasses on as she stepped out as well. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she really was when she floated to him, holding out her hand. "Let's eat."

There was nothing sexier than Gabriella Montez telling him that they were about to be eating food while taking his hand into hers, lacing their burning fingers together.

He knew he was playing with fire showing Gabriella this slight affection. How would he be able to stop once they were safe? But just being with her, touching her was like a drug that he couldn't stand to go through the withdrawals of. He didn't want to stop, but how would he still be able to be a NPJA agent, and so madly in love with someone who he wasn't supposed to be with.

The lights of the gigantic city kept the stable cement pier illuminated. Gabriella led him towards the side, not quite to the end before sitting down, tugging softly on his hand for him to join. She smiled seductively up at him as Troy grinned cheekily back, before plopping down next to her, feeling her body heat warm his bare skin beneath his black t-shirt. "Finally…" She tossed him his cheeseburger before aggressively ripping open her own.

"Eager?" Troy joked as Gabriella nodded violently just before opening her mouth and Troy attempting not to laugh as she closed her mocha eyes blissfully.

"God… it's like an orgasm in your mouth," she moaned while Troy couldn't help but tremble at the word and how badly he wanted to have one inside her. Gabriella's olive face frowned before pointing to the light yellow wrapper in his lap. "Eat!" She demanded with a full mouth, Troy unable to control his laughter.

"Okay… okay." He unwrapped his burger quickly and followed her instructions, Gabriella's now revealed eyes since she took off her glasses sparkling with delight at he sunk his bright white teeth into the grease pit, letting the warmth savor in his mouth.

Oh yeah… she was right.

"Oh god…" Troy groaned just as Gabriella did just a few moments before. "So good..."

"Careful Bolton, someone will think we're fucking." She giggled sweetly before shutting up immediately as their eyes locked. He watched as her beautiful face blushed crimson before turning away embarrassedly. Troy grinned, slightly cockily at her.

They then ate in silence, Troy glancing warily at the shore every so often just to make sure the giggles and laughter he heard were really from civilians. He was still jumpy about keeping Gabriella out here, but what else could she do? Her brown eyes were glittering with happiness, she was content about not being coped up in the hotel room.

"Can I ask you something?" Gabriella questioned lightly as she slurped down the rest of her vanilla shake. Troy furrowed his dark eyebrows while watching her gaze up at him with curiosity. Where was this going?

"Uh… yeah... sure I guess." He shrugged his shoulders loosely while taking another sip of his own milkshake. Goddamn it tasted amazing.

Gabriella gazed down at her slim fingers before struggling with herself. "Um... what erm… what happened in Mexico?"

Troy's throat closed up and an immediate throb began to form where his scar rested on his hip. Should he tell her? The question was so abrupt, yet daunting. She had asked him the previous night when the asshole brought it up, what felt like years ago. But now? Again? Should he tell her? Or would she just feel sorry for him? "You really wanna know?"

He was about to find out.

Gabriella nodded her gorgeous head, Troy staring at her rosy lips for a moment, her black curls swaying in the warm wind. He had a sudden surge to kiss her, but attempted to restrain himself. "I want to know."

Troy sighed before running a hand through his soft brown shag. "I was working undercover at some drug lord's estate in Mexico City," Troy began to explain, Gabriella staring at him with interest. Not like how some girl's faked it, but actually wanting to know. It made him smile to know she was curious. "He was insane. Half the time he was high and the other half of the time he was drugging innocent girls to become prostitutes." Troy shuttered at the horrific images of those helpless girls and shuttered.

"He forced them?" Gabriella sounded appalled, but didn't tell him to stop.

"I told you already Gabriella, there are sick people in this world," Troy's penetrating eyes held hers, letting her know the seriousness of the topic. "So I went down to try be on the inside so we could take him out…"

Gabriella seemed to have a dawn of realization. "Is that why you were gone for that time and they put Chad on when my dad and I went to Japan?"

Troy smirked at how smart she really was and a swell of pride that she actually remembered. "Yeah… It was for a month," a month of pure hell. "It was fine for the first three weeks, Santos actually trusted me like his brother. Until they found a camera with your dad's name on it in on my shirt while I was looking around for his stash."

Those gorgeous eyes widened almost fearfully. "What happened?"

Troy closed his eyes, feeling an immediate burn surge through his strong body, almost feeling the pain whip through him once again. He shook his head to rid the nightmare, but he couldn't help to feel the feet connecting with his rock stomach, nor the cement floor pushed up against his overheated face. "I was held prisoner and… tortured by acid."

He watched Gabriella's face slowly, for any sign of disgust. But she remained unreadable. It seemed as though she was hesitant, but then sighed before reaching towards him, placing a comforting hand on his forearm. Sparks raged through his system at the impact point. "You're alright though?"

Troy gazed into her knee crashing eyes again before nodding. "Yeah… Just a little scar." He reflexively placed his hand over his black shirt, where the mark was left.

Gabriella nodded understandingly. Troy was thrilled that she wasn't babying him, because he had no need to be. He was alive, and that was all that mattered. Gabriella slowly reached her hand out, for a moment Troy's heart increased it's pace as she gripped his that held his side. Smiling gently, she rested her head onto his strong shoulder and gazed out into the Pacific.

Stop this Bolton, you're being irresponsible.

But he couldn't stop himself as he moved his cheek to press against the nestle of her knotted hair, breathing in her scent. Troy's arm also found her smooth forearm, wrapping it around his stone chest and closing his eyes, just enjoying for a moment to actually be human.

A man, not an assassin.


It was a comfortable silence with sexual tension lingering in the air.

After just sitting and enjoying each other's company, Troy and Gabriella had left the pier. Their ride back to the hotel was noiseless, though there was no need for talking. Somehow in the transfer from the ground to the car, their warm hands were laced together in an interlock that wouldn't be broken as Troy drove the expensive car. Gabriella just leaned back the entire way, either gazing distantly out the window and lovingly at Troy's face, whom then he would catch and grin back.

Troy wouldn't let her go as they made their way up the open stairs, only to catch the curious eye of the hotel manager to see him eyeing her protector curiously. It took a moment for Gabriella to realize that the only reason was because Troy had a "different" girl last night. Maybe he did in all actuality. Maybe the girl who was with him the previous evening was gone now. The girl with the light hair was weak and now? She was stronger. Troy had made her stronger in twenty-four hours. Then again, she didn't have much of a choice and was forced to toughen up.

His swift hand slid the decorated door open, Gabriella watching as the light turned green and Troy finally let go of her hand almost reluctantly. He reached towards his back, making Gabriella's brown eyes narrow with curiosity. But then she realized he was reaching for his gun, just in case.

"We're fine." Troy mumbled while pushing the dark door open further, allowing Gabriella to step inside her confinement once again. Now that she had tasted fresh air, the room didn't feel so stuffy anymore. He threw the car keys to the floor before turning to look at her in the illuminating light, Gabriella feeling a sense of heat erupt between them as their eyes locked hungrily.

"Troy…" She almost whispered, not even sure what she was going to say, but just needed to repeat his name.

"Uh… it's been a long day…you should get some sleep." Troy suggested while scanning the room once again. Gabriella felt her heart sink. The last thing she wanted to do was be away from him, even if it was in her dreams. But sighing defeated, Gabriella nodded before watching him walk towards the nightstand and turn on the TV, switching it immediately to the news. "I wanna see if they've said anything else…"

Gabriella slowly nodded before staring evilly down at the pillow and blanket that were tossed off to the side on the floor. She didn't want him to sleep there that night. She wanted to feel his warmth beneath the covers she would be under. Why was he so stubborn? "Anything?" She asked after a few minutes while standing next to him, making sure their bare arms brushed.

"Same shit over again," He muttered before glancing at her and turning off the TV simultaneously. Troy ran his hand through his silky hair before pointing to the bathroom. "You want me to like… go in there while you change?"

You could change me. "No… I don't have pajamas anyways." Gabriella confessed while inhaling a deep breath of oxygen and wiggling out of her perfect fitting jeans. She had opted to wear the frilly underwear that covered her butt this evening. Troy's ceruleans grew wide as Gabriella seductively stepped out and threw them off to the side, forgotten. However, she didn't dare take off either tank top when she crawled onto the bed.

She could feel Troy's eyes burning into her olive skin, but only when she reached her pillows did she turn her coffee colored eyes to him. He finally closed his starving orbs, before kicking off his black sneakers noisily and fluidly unbuttoning his jeans, Gabriella's face becoming hot as she took in his midnight black boxers that matched his t-shirt. "We'll go get you some sweats tomorrow. And like three other sets of clothes." Troy promised.

Gabriella frowned as Troy reached for his man made bed. No. She would not have this. "Troy…" Her rosy cheeks were burning as she sung his name. His firing eyes turned to her, passion radiating as he halted his actions. "Please." She begged while holding out her slim arms and scooting towards the edge of the beige comforter.

"Gabriella…" He warned but her dark eyes seemed to force themselves into persuasion.

"Troy. Stop this okay? Just… just come here." She dropped one arm to be less threatening. Troy seemed to be fighting with himself as he ran a hand through his light chestnut hair. Gabriella listened to her heart slam against her rip cage uncontrollably. The tension in the room was mixing with the humidity.

Finally, Troy shook his head as though scolding himself as he reached on the clean painted wall and switched the light off. Gabriella held her breath just before feeling the weight on the bed shift, and suddenly her heart sped into fifth gear in the blackness. Finally able to feel her exposed legs again, she crawled slowly beneath the warm sheets and turned to watch Troy mimic her actions, then turning to her as well.

It was silent for a long moment, the two just absorbing each other's gaze before Gabriella finally opened her dry mouth. "Hey." She whispered.

Troy smiled his dazzling grin, causing Gabriella to nudge closer to him ever so slightly so their boney knees grazed each other. "Hey." He murmured back.

Again, the heat seemed to excel as Troy inched closer. Gabriella's heart decided to throb at lightning speed along with her dampening core. They were so close, so unbelievably close that she could feel his warm breath on her smooth face. She practically jumped out of the bed when she suddenly felt five fingers graze her bare arm. Gabriella trembled beneath his touch. "You should sleep, you look exhausted."

She wasn't, on the contrary, she was never more alive in her life. Gabriella felt his hand trail higher up her arm, in all attempts to calm her, but she was shaking from the sensation. "I… I don't know if I can."

Feeling like a little girl again, Gabriella let her eyes flutter shut as the pads of his finger tips reached the side of her rounded face. His gentle touch was causing her cells to crave him. "Try, please… for…for me."

It was in the moment that his electrical lips connected with her forehead that Gabriella knew she would not be sleeping that night.

He pulled away, hungrily meeting her gaze as suddenly the room exploded with the sexual tension that had been building ever since they found out he would be protecting her. He kissed her lightly on the temple, Gabriella's tiny chest rattling as he moved down the side of her face. Gabriella felt fireworks explode in her mouth as he kissed the side of her puffy lips…

And that was it. No more hiding their emotions anymore.

Before she realized what was happening, Troy was hovering above her and Gabriella's eager hands were knotted in his silky hair. She felt as though her whole body was on fire as Troy dipped his moist tongue into the wet cave of her mouth, Gabriella moaning in response. They moved in a dream like state, grinding their perfect bodies against each other while roaming with their hands.

"Troy…" Gabriella whimpered while he pulled away and began to attack her neck, her pelvis arching upwards to feel him stir at her knee. This was happening. This was really happening. Here she lay, beneath this sexy god in a hotel room all to themselves. The blackness was heightening their desires as Troy's teeth began to aggressively suck at the base of her revealing neck.

"You don't know…" A pause to lift his striking eyes, Gabriella's widening in the intensity of the azure orbs. "How long I've… wanted to do this."

Gabriella couldn't breathe. It was like each nip or lick was sucking the oxygen out of her lungs. Troy's steady hand set shock waves through every nerve ending as it slithered down her stomach, and then creeping up her shirt making her skin burn again. Gabriella gripped the side of his face as their lips continued to tango together. "Why didn't… you ever say something?"

His wet tongue darted in and out of her mouth like a snake as they moved together, raw skin rubbing against each other as Gabriella slid her thin hand up his shirt, outlining each protruding muscle. Damn, he was so strong. Just the way Troy's biceps squeezed her body against his made her feel safe. "I couldn't…NPJA would kill me…" he muttered huskily. "But God this is so worth it."

Wait… he could get fired for this? Gabriella's fearful eyes ripped open as she pulled backwards, guilt already settling with the butterflies in her stomach. No. He couldn't get fired! But Troy's eyes were drowning hers as he shook his head, Gabriella attempting to stop massaging his chest, but found he was so unbelievably addictive that she couldn't help to grip his shoulders. "Troy… you can't…"

"They should have sacked me ages ago, Gabriella…" he whispered lovingly against her lips, causing Gabriella's tiny body to begin to tremble. "You're so fucking gorgeous…"

He kissed her soundlessly again, making Gabriella succumb to his desires. Troy's warm lips squeezed hers as she let her nimble fingers dance down his bare skin; the reaction of Troy's shaking body was an overwhelming turn on. "Troy…" his soft forehead nuzzled hers, making her swollen heart explode. "I've always... wanted to tell you…"

"Shhh…" he hushed her with a sweet kiss. "You don't have to say anything…"

Gabriella nodded and let his tongue trail hot fire across her puffy lip. She opened her mouth again, letting her tongue explore his mouth while his hands were roaming over her frame. Gabriella hooked her slender leg around his and felt his palm cup her breast gently. Gabriella's eyes practically popped out of her head at the sensation of him kneading her. She knew where this was headed now, and sure as hell wasn't opposed.

Everything just seemed… right as the shadows loomed over them sensually. She could feel his stone chest beginning to heave with a need that was familiar to her. His kisses were becoming more frantic, hungrier. Now was the time to take things a step up, her swift fingers slipping between the sides of his dark boxers, listening to his moan…

When suddenly, Troy just stopped.

Gabriella's eyebrows narrowed as his head shot to the decorated door, daggers shining from his piercing eyes. Her chest was still heaving as her hand not in Troy's cotton boxers attempted to pull his head back to look at her, but he was a rock. "Tro…"

"Shhh…!" He growled dangerously, like an animal on the loose.

The only light in the room came from the ice in his blue eyes. Gabriella could feel her stomach tightening fearfully, as her shaking hand reached to the back of his stiff neck to feel his thin hair standing up on end. He looked inhuman with his face emotionless. Carefully, Troy pealed away from her, the air where he just was made Gabriella's skin feel empty. "What's…" Gabriella asked both terrified and disappointed.

"Get your jeans and shoes on." He hissed venomously.

Gabriella immediately nodded her head without hesitation. Her mocha eyes engorged as she watched his sexy body crouch down to swipe the black gun from the floor, Gabriella beginning to panic. Something was wrong. Troy pressed his cheek up against the door, his other hand reaching for a sliver shining object on the floor that Gabriella realized were his keys. Now that the room was completely silent minus her spastic heart, she could hear the murmuring of something beyond the door as well.

She finally managed to pull on her pants with shaking fingers. Troy was like a statue with his eyes closed and his large palms pressed firmly up against the wood. Her raspy breath was echoing off the walls as she stood motionlessly. Finally, Troy's eyes ripped open, a panic stricken in them.

Oh no.

"Get to the window!" He ordered loudly while grabbing his forgotten jeans from the floor swiftly. Gabriella helplessly scurried to where he demanded she be, and pulled apart the flowing drapes forcefully. Troy's pants were on as he sprinted towards the glass, frantically working with the sides to push out.

"What the hell is…" Gabriella attempted to ask but suddenly, she heard the sound of hell crash, into the door, silencing her immediately.

"Gabriella!" Troy yelled aggressively, pulling her from her terror as his eyes were like fire. His strong shoulder rammed into the black glass, causing it to push through and the humid hair rush into the room. Another terrifying slam against the door and she heard the pretty wood crack. "You'll have to jump. I'll catch you."

Another smash against the door as Gabriella's pulse could be heard in her ears. Her eyes winded as she glanced down to see that they were up two stories. Her stomach turned "Troy… I can't…"

"I'll catch you! Gabriella, it's either jumping or Varison. You don't have a choice." With that, Troy swung his legs over the ledge and took a deep breath before letting go.

"TROY!" She screeched horrifically while watching him fall in the blackness and crash to the ground, rolling into a perfect summersault. Before she could take a breath, Troy was standing with his muscular arms out.

A sudden crash from behind her and an orange light spilled into the midnight room. Like a deer in the headlights, Gabriella froze with her eyes shining as people shouted in German, echoing off the walls like a knife slicing through the silence. Two men who looked to be on steroids locked eyes with her.

She was dead.

But then a voice, a holy angel entered her ears, reminding her there was hope still. "GABRIELLA, FUCKING JUMP GODDAMN IT!"

Without thinking twice, Gabriella swung her meager legs over the tough railing and let go before her brain could tell her not to. A sudden swoosh of air was around her and the warm heat rushed past her. She couldn't hear anything except the beat of her rapid heart. She was going to die. There was no other alternative. She anticipated hitting the ground at any moment…

But two strong arms caught her, just as promised.

Before Gabriella could even open her eyes, Troy was running while continuing to cradle her carefully. When her lids finally revealed the terrified brown eyes, Gabriella watched the blackness rush past her as she tightened her life grip on her lover's neck. He was headed towards the parking lot, and her stomach jerked horrified when she heard the now familiar popping sound of gun shots.

"Have you ever been on a roller coaster?" Troy asked in a dark voice that made Gabriella fear for her life once again.

"I… yes… what?" An obnoxious beeping took over once they reached the asphalt where his sleek Audi lay glistening in the yellow street light. Instantly, Troy managed to rip the heavy door open and throw her inside, causing her spiraled black locks to smash against the dash board. "Shit!"

Troy was in the car and ignited their only escape immediately, making the tires screech against the shouting coming from outside. "Because you're about to get a fucking ride to remember."