Macy felt nothing but sorrow and shame as she walked up the path to the Volkova mansion. She knew Sergey was going to be there and she didn't want to see him. After thinking more about it, she wished she didn't do what she had done. She wished she could get her virginity back.

"Macy…are you sure?" Tom asked as he stared at her before they entered. "I'll call this off and tell Vladimir that we couldn't make it."

"No…I want to say goodbye to Vladimir. He was very nice. Just don't bring 'it' up at the dinner. Could you just pull him aside and tell him?"

"I'll do that. Boys, can you do as Macy asked? Stella?"

"I will." Kevin said as he stared at Macy and she looked down at the ground.

"We'll do it." Stella said answering for herself and Joe.

"Nick," Tom began. "what about you? Are you going to do as Macy asked?"

"Why should I? Why should we just pretend it didn't happened? I feel like we're pretending for his sake. That guy deserves nothing."

"Nick…" Macy said in a soft voice. "I just wanted to have some normalcy with Vladimir. He was a really nice guy and I don't want to…I just don't want to think about it. Please…just do this for me. Don't lose it when you see Sergey."

"Fine…let's just get this over with." Nick said as they were led inside by Eduard.

"Ah, Tom." Vladimir said in a joyous tone. Macy saw that Sergey wasn't there and she felt relief. Maybe he was too afraid to face her after what they did. "It is good to see you. Nadia said the performance was amazing. I hate that I missed it. Come, come…dinner is almost ready."

"Thank you, Vladimir. I just want to say that we appreciate the dinner very much."

"It is not a problem. Oh, this is my lovely wife Vera." he said gesturing to a beautiful woman. She looked like an older version of Nadia, but not less attractive…

"It is nice to meet you." she said in a thick Russian accent. "I apologize for my absence during my daughter's birthday party. I had to attend to a sick aunt."

"No apologies needed…" Tom said as he stared at her in wonder. Macy almost laughed at how much his sons were like him when it came to beautiful women.

"Vladimir…" Vera said as she turned to him. "Where is your Sergey?" she asked and Macy tensed up at the mention of his name.

"I do not know. He said he was going to be tied up with business, but he said he was going to be here. Perhaps, he is coming late."

"Perhaps…" Vera trailed off as she took her seat at the dinner table. It was an little larger than average sized table which made the mansion humble despite the extravagance of the rest of the house. During the tour the first day, Macy learned that there was a larger dining hall located in the mansion, but this table itself was used for intimate family dinners.

After they were told that dinner was to be served, they all took their seats at the table. Tom sat near Vladimir, who was sitting at the head of the table. Vera was sitting on the to the left of him as Tom sat on the right. That left three more seats to the side of them and they were filled with Kevin, Nick and Macy sitting beside Vera as Joe and Stella sat on the side of Tom. However, Stella didn't want Macy to be face to face with Sergey if he came so she sat across from her as Joe had a space between his father and himself. That left Sergey no other choice than that when he would arrive, and Macy was thankful for that. Nadia would most likely sit at the head of the table to be a little closer to Nick. Too bad Macy was going to be in the way.

"Ah, Sergey…" Vladimir said and everyone turned and saw him with Nadia. Macy almost screamed as she saw Nadia sit in the seat between Joe and Tom. She could feel a million pair of eyes on her as Sergey took his seat next to her. Vladimir said something in Russian to him.

"I probably should have said that I was going to be a little late." Sergey said in English.

"Now, the dinner can officially begin." Vladimir said as their food was being served. It was a Russian dish…something Macy couldn't describe. Not that she had the ability to think, anyway. She was trapped with the man she gave her virginity to, and Nick.

Listening to Vladimir praise the JONAS performance was the last thing on Macy's mind as she pushed around the food on the plate. She couldn't eat, and she didn't want to look anyone in the eye. She just knew that Sergey's eyes were piercing through her, and she could just feel the lust radiate from them. And she wished, oh how she wished, she wasn't feeling the same way. What was wrong with her, she thought? What was it about Sergey that turned her into someone different, and why? She didn't love him. In fact, she hated him for his method of getting her alone. Using the fact that he had bought her outfit for the party against her and threatening the people she cared about because she had refused to go with him.

Suddenly, her eyes were ripped from the plate as she felt Sergey's right hand move up her thigh. Why did she even decide to wear a dress? Oh, yeah…because it was a formal dinner. She stared at him pleading with him to stop, but he wasn't looking at her. He was pretending to listen to whatever nonsense Vladimir was talking about. The only indication that he was focusing most of his attention on her was a small smirk that came across his lips as his fingers moved over her panties. There was a damp spot indicating she was wet. How did that happen, she wonder?

She turned to see if Nick was seeing this or if he would notice her discomfort. He wasn't aware of it. He was engrossed in a conversation with Vladimir about song writing. He wasn't seeing that she was uncomfortable and that she hated herself for being turned on. She felt like a slut for getting aroused at a time like that. A family dinner…

Suddenly, Macy let out an audible gasp when she felt his hand slide underneath the material of her underwear. She froze as she felt his fingers moving along her slit. Feeling his finger press against her opening, she jerked away and stood up. Everyone regarded her with shock and confusion and as she stood there. She had to make up an excuse.

"Sorry…I don't. I don't feel well. Sorry…" she mumbled as she bolted out and it was only a moment before Nick excused himself and followed her.

"Macy, slow down. Macy!" he called out to her as she stopped in the gardens. "What happened?" he said as he grabbed her by the shoulders and stared into her eyes.

"I…I can't…Just leave me alone, Nick. I just want to be alone." she said as she sat down on a bench with stone carvings of birds on it.

"Macy…" Nick said as she tried to get her attention, but she wouldn't turn around. She kept her back to him. "Stay out here as long as you want…" he said as he went back inside. He knew she needed her space and some time to think.

For the next thirty minutes, Macy sat out there wondering why she reacted that way. Why did her body react that way…with Sergey? Why was she feeling these things, and why did she want them to happen with Nick? Before…the only thing Macy imagined with Nick was kissing. Maybe a little heavy making out. But, sex? Never. Not that she wouldn't want to. No, it wasn't that. She just never could picture him doing those things. Doing things that Sergey had done to her.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her and she knew it was Sergey. She turned around, and there he stood. Before, she could stop herself, she slapped him. Why? She didn't know.