Right, so, warning for this chapter for some language.

And again, sorry for the wait. Also I wrote this in a bit of a rush so sorry for mistakes or if it is a bit sub-par Please R&R.

Veronica felt weird as Logan ushered her into the pool house' her eyes were inexorably drawn to the big bed in the middle of the room. She felt her face flush as Lilly's voice droned in her head about all sorts of things that happened on that bed.

"So," Logan drawled, "just make yourself comfortable."

Comfortable? Ha. Not likely. Veronica smiled tightly at Logan and went over to the bed, perching herself tentatively on one corner edge of the bed. She pressed her knees tightly together, feeling exposed and self-conscious in her skimpy red dress. She couldn't decide what to do with her arms; cross them over her chest or just leave them at her sides. Finally, deciding she didn't really have all that much to hide anyway, she just placed her hands on her knees and tried to cover up the length of thigh the short dress left bare.

Logan stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"So, um," he ventured. "How about a drink?"

"Sure," Veronica replied at tad too eagerly.

Logan smirked. "Okay." Glad to have something to occupy himself with he crossed the room to the liquor cabinet.

Veronica chewed contemplatively on her bottom lip as Logan popped open the air vent where he had the key to the cabinet hidden. Her gut churned as it reminded her of Lilly.

God, I shouldn't be here! What the hell am I doing?

"You okay?" Logan's worried voice broke into her thoughts.

She shook herself and looked over to him. A frown crinkled his brow and his deep brown eyes were filled with concern. She maybe shouldn't be here, but god help she didn't want leave.

She smiled. "I'm fine," she assured.

"So, what's your poison?" Logan asked. "We've got everything: Vodka, whiskey, bourbon... you name it."

"Oh whatever," Veronica said. "As long as it's wet and on the rocks." Her throat was dry and she was inexpiably warm given as she was wearing next to nothing.

Logan smirked. "You got it!" He grabbed to classes and filled them with some amber liquid – Veronica didn't pay attention to what kind it was. Then bent and opened the mini-fridge. "Damn," he groaned, "no ice." He straightened and through Veronica a smile. "I'll be right back."

Veronica smiled back, "'Kay." She had thought about saying he didn't need to get ice, but honestly she could use a minute to get herself together. Veronica wasn't usually the nervous sort. She prided herself on the steely resolve she had inherited from her father, but this was all very foreign territory. Her whole world had seemingly been turned on its head the last few days.

As soon as Logan left the room Veronica tried to force herself to relax. Loosening her ramrod straight posture into a more natural one. She put her hands flat behind her on the mattress and leaned back. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Pull it together, Mars, she told herself. Your just here to talk.

Right. Talk. Just like Logan had come to her house that night to 'talk' about what happened in the limo. And just like she had pushed him into that bathroom to 'talk' to him about what happened that night. And look how both of those times turned out.

And now there was a bed involved.

And alcohol.

Crap.

Of course Veronica knew that Logan wouldn't try to make her do anything she didn't want to do. But that was the problem; she wasn't so sure that she didn't want to do those things. She knew she wasn't ready to do anything too serious(have sex), but that didn't stop the desire. She had felt tempted at times with Duncan. But it was nothing to the wanting she felt when she was with Logan; when he kissed her she felt it all over her body; her skin was alive with sensation, her insides burned with need induced by his lips and the way his arms fit around her.

She wasn't so sure she would be able to sustain the same level of control she had with Duncan. And with Duncan she had been on an even playing field; they were both virgins. Logan was decidedly more experienced and was used to someone just as experienced as he was. He might expect things.

She closed her eyes and took deep breaths trying to calm herself.

Just breath, Veronica, She told herself. Logan isn't going to expect anything. He's a good guy. He knows how you feel about waiting. After all he had teased her and Duncan about it enough, hadn't he?

Oh god, Veronica groaned. She clapped her hands over her face and plopped back on the bed. She let out a frustrated groan and flung her arms to her sides. She sighed, shaking her head at herself. She looked up at the ceiling above her. Her eyes squinted at a tiny hole.

What the...?

Her memory flashed to a conversation she had with her dad a few years ago – just after he had busted a guy at the mall for putting cameras in the women's changing rooms in the shop he managed. Keith had been worried about his daughter being exploited and lectured her about checking her surroundings and told her what to look for.

Veronica pushed herself up to sitting, then perched on her knees. The closer she got to the hole, the more she was convinced of what it was. She stood up on the bed, her eyes followed the beam in the ceiling to wear it ended at the wall – where entertainment center happened to be.

Her gut tightened as the implications began to spin through her mind. She couldn't believe this. This couldn't be what it looked like. Gulping, Veronica stepped off the bed and crossed to the large wooden entertainment center. She hesitantly slid the door open to reveal the television. Her heart hammered as she stared at the blank screen. She bit her lip and slowly reached out to switch it on.

Her heart lurched as the image of the bed filled the screen. She looked back to make sure it matched the real one – of course, it did.

Still not wanting to believe it was true, she went back to the bed and waved her hand under where the hole was in the ceiling.; a hand whipped around on the TV screen.

How could he do something like this? It was one of the most despicable things Veronica could conceive of, to record someone without there knowledge in the most intimate of situations. Her eyes widened in fresh horror as she recalled how many times she had changed into her bathing suit in this room.

"Oh my god," she muttered, thinking she was going to be sick. What if there were other cameras?

Her hands balled into fist at her sides; she was going to kill him.

She was pulled back into the present by the sound of the door sliding open. She whipped around to see Logan come in holding up a silver ice bucket.

"Got the ice," he said, shaking the bucket for emphasis.

"You son of a bitch!" Veronica raged.

"Okay," Logan drawled. "I'm sorry. It took a little longer than I thought it would. I stopped to talk to Dick for a second. I didn't think it would upset you so much." He flashed a playful smirk.

"Don't," Veronica warned.

"Veronica, what the hell?" he asked. "What did I do? And how can I fix it?"

"You want to fix it?" Veronica shot back. "Okay, well explain this." She pointed at the television. "What the hell is this Logan?"

Logan's brow furrowed in confusion. "It's called a television," he said slowly. "I guess I can understand you may not be familiar with such extravagances what with your dad being on a the city's payroll and all."

"Damn it, Logan, this isn't a joke!"

"Is not?" he replied. "Then what is it? "I don't understand what– " His words stopped abruptly as he took in what was on the screen. "Holy crap!" he muttered. His eyes flew to the bed then back to the screen. "What the hell?"

Veronica crossed her hands over her chest as she considered Logan's reaction dubiously. "You didn't know this was here?" she asked him.

"I had no idea," he said, still looking stunned.

Well either he was telling the truth or the acting chops run in the family, Veronica decided. She liked to think she inherited her dad's talent for being able to tell when someone was lying.

She watched as Logan's confused expression bled into one of rage. "That son of a bitch!" he screamed chucking the ice bucket across the room.

Veronica jumped as the bucket crashed into a lamp. "Logan?" she ventured, nervous from his sudden turn. "What's is it?"

"That bastard!" he wailed, kicking a bar stool.

Veronica licked her lips and put up placating hands. "Okay, calm down," she urged. She had witnessed Logan's temper before when Lilly had been mercilessly flirting with a footballer from San Diego at a party last year; a linebacker. The guy had about twenty pounds on Logan, but he still kicked the shit out of him. It had scared Veronica, but seemed to turn Lilly on.

"It's not bad enough that he screws around, but to bring his whores here – in my mother's house!" He punched the wall.

Understanding dawned on Veronica. The camera was put up by Echolls senior to document his extramarital sexual liaisons.

Oh god, what a pig, she thought with disgust. She couldn't believe she had ever thought Aaron Echolls was actually a decent guy – especially for an actor.

"I'm sorry, Logan," she said.

Logan scoffed. "Not as sorry as he's gonna be." he lurched toward the television and grabbed the remote control from atop the entertainment center. "Let's see who we have on here, huh? Find out the identity of Aaron Echolls new leading lady."

"Logan, I don't know if that's a good idea," Veronica reasoned. "Are you sure you want to see– " Her words were cut off by a glare from him. She sighed in defeat and looked away.

Logan clicked play and Veronica closed her eyes, not at all interested in seeing the show.

She heard Logan gulp and mutter, "Holy fuck."

The expletive made her eyes snap open and she looked over to Logan and saw his face pale and horrified. She looked at the screen to see Lilly lying under who Veronica assumed was a naked Logan.

"Oh god," she whispered. "The camera must have been recording by accident when you two were..." Veronica didn't finish the sentence. She didn't have to; it was pretty obvious what they were doing.

Logan shook his head slowly, not taking his eyes off the screen. "No," he whispered, almost to himself. "Lilly and I haven't been in her for months. That's not me"

"Well then who– " Lilly flipped over, mounting the man and revealing his identity. "Oh my god," Veronica said again. Her stomach roiled. This can't be real. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Lilly Kane and Aaron Echolls?

Lilly and Logan's dad?

Oh, god Logan.

She tore her eyes from the screen(with some difficulty; it had been like not being able to look away from a horrendous car crash.) She looked at Logan, his gaze was still trapped by the sight on the screen. She couldn't imagine what must be going through his mind right now. This was the ultimate betrayal – by both Lilly and his father. Veronica shook aside her own shock and horror; she'd deal with it later. Right now she had to be there for Logan.

"Logan?" she ventured. She was worried about the expression on his face; he was just staring blankly, his eyes glassy at the television. "Are you... okay?" As soon as the question left her mouth she couldn't believe she was stupid enough to ask it. Of course he wasn't okay.

He didn't say anything.

Veronica took a step forward towards him. "Logan please, say something."

"I think you should leave," he said eventually, his voice low and fierce, angry. "I need to be alone."

Veronica bit her lip, hesitating. She didn't know if she should leave Logan like this. But, she also didn't want to upset him anymore than he already was.

"Okay," she finally said, deciding to abide by his wishes. She understood. She knew what it was like to need to be alone. "Call me, please, if you need anything," she told him.

"Yeah, okay," he muttered dismissively.

Veronica grabbed her handbag off the bed then walked slowly to the door. She cast one last look at Logan, her heart twisting, and then left.

TBC...

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