A/N: I know some of you are just facepalming and are completely confused by Selena's actions. Lol. I apologize for that, but that's kinda the point. She's supposed to make you go wtf. Demi isn't exactly an innocent little angel herself. Anyway, thank you for reading and reviewing. I appreciate all of you.

The wedding was nice. I found the whole thing to be slightly absurd though. I had fucked Selena every night and sometimes multiple times a day until about three hours before she walked down the aisle. It was ridiculous. I actually stopped feeling guilty about it. We were able to get along now, which was nice. Nate was super happy about that. Again, completely absurd. If he only knew. They were leaving for their honeymoon in a couple days and I was trying to steer clear of her. I was doing a terrible job at it though. It took all of my self control to keep my hands off her. We had a super strong physical attraction. It was nuts. I'd be lying if I said there wasn't more to it though. I was busy packing up my stuff when she came into the room.

"Are you leaving?" she asked me.

"Yeah. I have an album I need to start recording." I tell her.

"Any songs about me?" she asks with a coy smile.

I laughed. "Yes. The one about fucking your brothers wife in the backseat of a '69 Chevelle is definitely about you." I told her with a wink.

"You're a jerk!" She smiled. "I'll miss you." She said seriously.

"I know." I said. I watched as she started to help me fold and put my clothes into my suitcases.

"When will see each other again?" she asked.

"Who knows." I shrugged. "You're going back to Chicago after the honeymoon right?" I asked.

"Yes." she said.

"I'm sure I'll pass through there when I'm on tour. I'll stop by and visit." I said as I zipped up one of the suitcases. I watched as she grabbed one of my flannel shirts out of an open suitcase. She put it on and pulled the collar up to her nose and breathed in deeply.

"I'm keeping this." She said softly.

"Whatever, weirdo." I replied. "Now get out of here. You're distracting me!" I said flinging a t-shirt at her.

"Kiss me." She whispered as she stepped into my personal space.

I'm glad I didn't because Shane popped his head into the room. "Umm...am I interrupting something?" he asked awkwardly.

"No." Selena said quickly. "I was just helping Demi pack." She added backing away.

"Umm. Ok. Whatever." He said before making eye contact with me. "Can you come downstairs for a bit when you finish.

"Yeah." I answered smiling. As soon as he left I shot Selena a glare. "You need to stop." I said.

"I can't help it." She huffed.

"Go spend time with your husband." I snapped.

"Fuck you!" She said as she stomped out of the room.

I knew it was wrong of me to use Nate to provoke her, but she doesn't really take no for an answer, and I'm pretty much a push over when it comes to her. Once I had packed a majority of my clothes, I went downstairs to see what Shane wanted.

"What's up?" I asked as I sat across from him at the table.

"I got you something." He said smiling as he walked over to the closed ant pulled out a large box.

"What the hell is it?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Open it." He said.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed. Inside the box was a brand new Schecter C-1 classic. It was dark green with custom inlays. I grabbed him and gave him a hug.

"You're welcome." He said laughing. "Consider it my contribution to the new record." He added.

We talked for a few more minutes before I went back upstairs to finish packing. Once I got all my luggage together, I sat on the porch and waited for the limousine service. Nate decided to join me.

"Good luck." He said, smiling.

"I'll send you a rough cut once we get all the songs tracked. I've written most of them already." I told him.

"You know the label is going to try and market you as a radio friendly pop artist..." He trailed off.

I laughed. "We'll see how that works out for them. I have more than enough money to independently release and promote whatever music I want, and sue them in the process." I said.

"You doing ok Dem?" He asked.

"Yeah. I'm just trying to work it all out." I say sighing.

"How's your hand?" He asked.

"It's fine. Sore, but it's nothing serious. I had to get some stitches." I told him.

"I'm gonna go and help Sel finish packing for the honeymoon." He said before reaching over and giving me a hug. "I love you." He added.

"I love you too Nate." I said squeezing him tightly. As he walked away, I felt the guilt creeping up again.

"Shit." I mumbled as I leaned my head over the back of the bench.

Once the limo arrived and all my stuff was loaded into the vehicle, my family said goodbye on last time before I drove off. I could see Selena upstairs in her bedroom window watching as I left. I felt my phone vibrate and I knew she had just sent me a text. I ignored it. I needed to seperate from her for a bit. The past week had been crazy. It was funny to me how we would have sex, but she refused to snuggle or lay together afterward. It was too intimate she said. I laughed at the complete ridiculousness of her reasoning. I didn't really care, but it was just so ass backwards. Sex in itself was a pretty intimate act. She confused me.

I slept the entire flight back to LA. When the plane landed, I was excited to be home. It took me a little bit to get through the airport. Fans wanted pictures and shit signed. I try to interact with them as often as I can. I can be a bit inaccessible at times. I find my driver waiting at the baggage claim and I climb into the waiting SUV. I took out my phone and read the text Selena had sent me a few hours ago.

You didn't say goodbye.

I decided not to respond. Instead I sent a text to one of my usual booty calls. As usual she was eager to see me. I gave the driver the address and he took me to her house. Once I was finished, I got back into the waiting car and went home. I opened up the fridge and grabbed a beer. I turned on the tv and laughed when I saw images of me walking through the airport on the screen. I quickly changed the channel and put on some crime drama and settled onto my couch.

I sat there and thought about her. I knew better than to be doing what we were doing. Someone was going to get hurt. That was an absolute certainty. She was already becoming so attached. I could tell she was conflicted. She had just gotten fucking married. Let's not forget about that one small detail. My brother would hate me if he knew what I was doing. Frustrated, I downed the beer and went to my liquor cabinet. I needed something stronger. I grabbed the bottle of Jack and settled in for the night. I knew I wasn't going to get any sleep, so I decided to go into my studio and track guitars. It felt nice to shred. I listened to the playbacks and realized that some of the riffs sounded angry as fuck. I guess I'm just an angry person.

The drunker I got, the sadder I got. What was I even doing? What was she even doing? Why did we give in so easy? Why? Now we simply have a physical relationship. Is that worse than an emotional attachment? It feels empty. I feel like she's worth more than that. It's like every other relationship I've ever had. Meaningless sex and a few personal details here and there to make it last as long as I possibly can before moving onto the next. Something about her made me want to stay with her forever. I wanted to take everything she had and give her all of me. I know that it's not possible, but hey, I'm used to it. It's the story of my life.

By the time I found the bottom of the bottle, I was exhausted and the sun was peeking over the horizon. I groaned when I realized that I had several things I had to get done today. I had agreed to some studio time with an actress that had aspirations to be a singer. I don't know why I agree to do these things. I've been producing music on the side for a couple years now. It kept me busy when the band was on hiatus. Now that I wasn't with the band anymore, I had a lot more freedom. I called my assistant and informed her that I would be a little late. I took a quick shower and made myself presentable. Thank god for sunglasses.

"Sorry I'm late." I grumbled to one of the engineers.

"She's ready when you are." He answered.

"Thanks." I said as I walked into the control room. My jaw nearly dropped when I saw her. She was fucking sex on a stick.

"I'm Naya." She said smiling.

"I'm Demi." I answered, taking her hand and holding a little longer than necessary. She blushed.

"I'm excited to work with you. I hear you're one of the best." She said.

"You have no idea." I answered with a wink. She laughed and lightly touched my arm.

"Are you always like this?" she asked.

"It depends. Are you always this fucking hot?" I asked with a smirk.

"Yup." She replied.

"Then yes, I am." I answered smiling.

"I like you already." She said.

"I know." I answered. "Now let's get to work."

Surprisingly, she had a huge set of lungs on her. She was amazing. We spent the entire afternoon recording and writing. Once we wrapped up, she gave me her number and invited me out. I said I'd call her and let her know. I had every intention of calling her, I just had to play it off a bit. The less interested you are, the more interested they are. I've been playing this game for years. Once I left the studio, I met Jen for lunch.

"You're late." She said as sat at the table.

"I'm a rockstar. It's what we do." I answered with a grin.

"You smell like whiskey and sluts." She said raising an eyebrow.

I laughed. "It's good to see you too." I said. "Did you invite your freinds? I asked motioning toward the paparazzi.

She rolled her eyes. "Fuck no." She said. "I think they're here for you."

"Sweet. Maybe by the time lunch is over we will be dating!" I said sarcastically.

She laughed. "Could you imagine? Poor Nicholas." She said shaking her head. "Tabloids suck!"

"I was gonna ask you to be in my next music video..but since you decided to go all Miley Cyrus on me..." I trailed off

"You better shut up! I'm about to go all wrecking ball on your ass." She snapped back, smiling.

"If that means you're gonna strip down and ride some construction equipment. Go for it." I said laughing as she punched me in the arm.

"I hate you." She laughed.

We spent the rest of lunch catching up and against my better judgement I decided to tell her everything that happened between Selena and I.

"Holy shit." She said a look of shock on her face. "That's not good."

"Tell me about it." I sighed. "To make matters worse, I think I actually like her. I'm not saying that I'm in love or anything, because that would be ridiculous. I honestly don't know her as well as I should."

"You seem to know plenty about her." Jen said with a smirk.

"Oh come on!" I said exasperated. "You know what I mean. I'm not saying that I don't know her, but I honestly couldn't tell you what her favorite movie or song is. I know things about her, just not the important stuff."

"So you're pretty much describing every relationship you've ever had." She said clapping her hands.

"You're not funny." I said glaring at her.

"You're a terrible person Dem." She said chuckling. "You're boning your little brothers wife..."

"Stop!" I said I interrupting her.

"Ok, if you're not in love with her then what's the problem? Walk away." She said, a serious expression on her face.

"That's the problem. Every time I try, she sucks me back in. I fought the urge to fuck her senseless all summer long. It kinda just all came to a head about a week and a half ago. She pushes me away and pulls me back in. I think I have fucking whip lash." I explained.

"She sounds like she's leading you on." She replied.

"No. I don't think so.." I told her. "I literally can't help myself around her. I have no self control. Every time I look into her eyes, I see the same thing in her. She's fighting so hard, but it's hopeless."

"In any case Demi, you both need to stop. It's not fair to your poor clueless brother." She said.

"I know." I grumbled.

I knew I wasn't going to stop. I think Jen knew too. She looked at me and smiled.

"You're not going to listen to me are you?" She asked softly.

I just shook my head no in response.