For the next few days, I worked in bed. Dave came up to give me food and to answer any questions I may have about this. He had agreed to build his own house, but now wanted a beach house and a New York apartment bought. Courtesy of Ashley and Kate. After a while he couldn't take the whining and gave up in the end. Making all of them happy.
Nothing else happened between me and Dave. He still looked at me with a longing, but it seemed to get harder and harder to ignore him, so I spent as much time as I could pretending I felt weak and stayed in my bedroom. I think I found the perfect place for Dave's house though. It was in Washington D.C but the opposite side. It was 3 and a half acres surrounded by forest tree's and in the distance, you can see mountains. Only if you look really carefully though. In the back of the house behind a bunch of tree's was a gorgeous river that was deep and slow moving. Put short, It was perfect. Now all I had to do was create the design. I wanted it to be a big house for him. Up to know I had decided what the walls would hide. Two sitting areas, dining room, huge kitchen, study, 6 bedrooms 8 bathrooms and an entertainment room. I tried to bring the girls into it as much as possible and knowing how much they love horses, I gave them a stable block for 10 horses. A grumbling noise interrupted the silence in the room. I just had breakfast…4 hours ago! Damn it!

The hunger didn't bother me, it was facing Dave. Why did I push him away!? I wanted him, hell I still do! But something still held me back. What it was, I couldn't say. I think I must be the only one that has ever refused him. I can't think why not. Those eyes, those lips, that silent tong that I'm sure I could get active one way or another, his whole body is dripping hot sex. Even in those suits. To be honest, I don't know if they make it any easier or worse. The darker ones make him look better, but he still looks good in his white suit none-the-less.

I slowly walked down the stairs looking around for any sign that told me that Dave was still in the house. It seemed clear and I continued into the kitchen. I stopped at the door to his gym hearing Saliva's 'walk alone' blasting out and the faint sound of the weights clanging against each other. When I finally reached the kitchen I began got myself a chicken salad from the fridge and a carton of pure orange juice. I grabbed a fork and turning round to head back upstairs. Although a certain tall, dark and handsome was blocking my way, sweat dripping down his chest. He should be made public enemy number one, the phrase 'women want him and men want to be him' fits perfectly with him. 'Hey.' I said putting on a smile.

'Hey.' he replied returning the smile. Git! I hate him! Why is he doing this to me?

'Just been sortin some stuff out for the house. Its in Washington D.C but the opposite side of here. Is that okay?' I asked.

He walked towards me, stopping dead in front of me, smirking and taking my OJ out of my hands and putting it to his lips not drinking any though.

'That's fine' He said drinking only the slightest bit, before handing it back to me.

'Good.' I said smiling at him before walking past him and back up to my office.

I had now been working for a total of 7 hours and it was six in the evening. Ashley, Kate and Lucy had returned from their friends 3 day sleepover and were downstairs laughing and watching T.V with Dave. I must admit, I didn't want to leave. Even though all that had happened with Dave and Me. It was a warm kind of atmosphere, and not in the slightest bit intimidating even when Dave had his few moments of anger. Well I say moments, more like hours. But he'd never touch me or the kids, and all it took was one hug from them after a while and he would calm down straight away. I don't really know why that happened. Maybe he just didn't want to see his little girls get hurt by his actions.

I went downstairs to find that they had been watching I ce Age 2:The Meltdown and that they were just going to put on Pirates of the Caribbean 2:Dead Mans Chest. Now, with Dave sat in the same room as you, you would think there would be a serious amount of disruption in my view throughout the film. But surprisingly, that didn't happen. You can't really blame a girl when you have Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp running round the Caribbean all hot and sweaty searching after the chest of Davie Jones and fighting other pirates. I settled down even more into the couch and had Lucy leaning on mine and Dave's lap, while Kate sat on her Dads side and Ashley sat on mine, our arms linked together.

I don't remember seeing the end of the movie.