The muse for this particular story is being a bitch. I have a general idea/story arc, but getting what I want to happen is proving to be difficult. So here is chapter…um…Ten. See you at the bottom!

Public Affair:

"See, I told you we'd have fun." Carly laughed, as she gyrated her hips in time with the music. The two women were at the hottest-and only- nightclub in the near area. After the mention of Jason and Lizwhore's marriage, Sam had become bummy. And a bummy Sam equaled a no fun Sam. And a no fun Sam equaled a bored as fuck Carly. And Carly was all about what made Carly happy. So, she had all but pushed Sam into the shower, insisting that they were going to go out and have fun, forget all about Port Charles for the night. And after some protesting (and some mocking from Carly who kindly pointed out that Sam was twenty-six, not ninety-six) Sam had agreed to come out tonight.

"Yes, oh wise one, you were right." She leaned up against the bar of the packed club, praying nothing was getting on her white silk top. She and Carly had dressed up well for the night. Their rather expensive and frequent shopping spree's had given them a wardrobe that was pretty extensive; their possibilities were endless when it came to mixing and matching their designer clothes. And tonight she was decked in a pair of tight fitting, dark washed jeans and the afore mentioned white silk top. She wore white because it reminded her of Jason, which was a habit that she was going to have to break soon. She didn't want to be reminded of what could have been anymore. She needed to move forward with her life. Another shopping trip seemed to be in order.

"What are you smiling about over there?" Carly asked sipping the ever popular Sex on the Beach cocktail, sliding one to Sam. Carly, staying true to her Mob Princess ways, was dressed in a backless black top and jeans, her hair curled to perfection, her make up flawless. Carly never did anything half ass.

"I was just thinking how I need new clothes."

This caused Carly to choke a bit. She was always the one to initiate shopping trips. Sam always enjoyed them, but she never wanted to willingly go out and do it without Carly having to all but force her.

"You want to go shopping?" she raised an eyebrow in curiosity, "Why? Aren't you the one who's always saying how we have enough clothes for two small countries?" she smiled around her glass as she raised it to her lips for another sip of the fruity, frothy drink, "Are we going for three?"

"I just need to get rid of some of the white in my closet."

The blonde decided not to verbally answer, just nodding her head once in understanding. She could understand that. She didn't want Sam to erase traces of Jason though. Not only because she was holding out hope that Jason might get his head out of his ass and realize that he could in fact kick muffin face to the curb and still be with his alleged child. She wasn't convinced that Jake was in fact his. All they had to go on was Elizabeth's word, and excuse the fuck out of her if she wasn't quite willing to take that at face value. But the second reason she didn't want Sam to begin an upheaval of Jason in her life was because she was worried that she might want to upheave her, too. Jason was her best friend and she wasn't just going to abandon him for Sam even if he was currently being an asshat. But she didn't want to lose Sam either. She was her best female friend, and not that she had ever thought that this would have happened, Sam was important to her. Very important.

So she guessed that she could thank Elizabeth for giving her a friend in a woman that she had previously despised. Not that she actually would, but theoretically, she could.

The two women stood close together, their bodies continuing to sway to the music, each lost in their own little worlds , both of their thoughts revolving around a certain mobster. Neither noticed the eyes trained on them, eyes of dangerous people who wanted them.

Dead or alive.

"What do you mean your leaving and you don't know when you'll be back?" Elizabeth exclaimed, her heart pounding in her chest, confusion, disbelief, and anger swirling frantically through her veins.

Jason rubbed a hand over his face, continuing to move around their bedroom packing a bag. "Jason, in case you have forgotten, I am pregnant. With your child."

"I know." He sighed, "And I'm sorry, but this is business."

"How is racing off to save the woman that you cheated on me with, business?" she demanded, placing her hands on her hips and narrowing her eyes at him. She threw her hands up in aggravation, "You do realize that we just got married don't you? And that I should be your first priority. I am having your daughter, our daughter."

He sighed again, throwing some of his standard uniform black t-shirts into his luggage, before turning to face her. "Yes. I realize that." He looked at her levelly, willing her to understand, "But you knew when you married me that business comes first. Carly is a part of business. She is a part of this family just as much as you and our daughter are."

Elizabeth scoffed, "So, what? Because she and Sam decided to go off and get themselves put into danger, you have to be the one to go and rescue them? Isn't Carly with Jax? Isn't Sam seeing Lucky, not that she deserves him, the cheating whore. Let them be their hero's, not you and Sonny."

Jason zipped up his bag after double checking that he had everything that he would need, "They did not 'decide' to put themselves in danger. Danger is a part of the lifestyle that you married in to. The same one that Carly married into and that Sam almost did." He chose not to comment on the 'whore' dig, knowing that Elizabeth was still fuming about finding out that he and Sam had still been sleeping together. Did he like it? No. But in this marriage he was going to pick his battles.

She began trying to grasp at straws, "Then let me go with you." She begged, walking the few steps forward to where he was and clutching at his hands. Why could he not see that she didn't want him to leave, that this was too soon for them…that she didn't trust that whore for a second, or him with her. He had proven to her time and time again that he had this...draw to Sam that he couldn't or refused to deny or fight.

"This is business. I cannot bring you. Not to mention the fact that you're in your third trimester." he pointed out, disentangling himself from her and going over to the king-sized bed, picking up his black bag and hauling it onto his shoulder. He turned and saw her devastated face, tears beginning to well up in her blue eyes. Sighing, he set his bag down and pulled her into his arms, offering her a small reassurance. "I'll be back before the baby is born." he said, placing a kiss to the top of her head. She leaned her face up, grabbing his face and bringing his lips down to hers, crushing them together in a desperate attempt to imprint herself into his brain.

Jason didn't know how to react. She was his wife, a wife he held no desire for, but his wife nonetheless. He was praying that the desire would kick in over time, but he hadn't expected to be mauled right then and there. He tentatively pressed his lips against hers, trying to make this feel natural. She took his response as a cue to deepen the kiss. When he felt her tongue play along his lips he pulled back, pushing her back gently by her hips. She frowned up at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. "You're leaving for God know's how long and you can't even kiss me properly?" she questioned, crossing her arms across her chest. "You haven't even kissed me since the ceremony of our wedding, and before then you hadn't kissed me since the morning after we conceived our child."she paced to the bed, sitting down heavily, looking up at him angrily. "She has really done a number on you, hasn't she?" she asked.

It always came back to that bitch, and watching the denials falling from his lips, she felt her hatred grow. She could live in a loveless marriage as long as she got the perks with it. But apparently she was to be in a loveless, sexless marriage, and she hadn't exactly signed up for that. She had hoped the love part would come on his part eventually. She was already head over heels.

But that wasn't the issue here. He wouldn't even kiss her due to some misguided loyalty to a tramp who didn't even deserve him to begin with. And it was awfully convenient for the bitch to be put in danger not even twenty four hours after they had run into them at Kelly's. She couldn't prove that he was meeting up with her to fuck her, but even if she was really in danger, Elizabeth would bet her own life along with that of Cam's and her unborn child's that it would end that way. He was drawn to her like a sex addict to a cheap strip club.

She gave Jason back her attention as he was instructing her to call him if she went into labor or if she needed any help. She nodded tersely, refusing to look him in the eye. She had to figure out something to do about Sam. The bitch was becoming a bigger and bigger nuisance with every passing second.

Throwing her arm around Carly, a drunken Sam let out a loud laugh, life amusing her at the moment. This was the good thing about alcohol. It made you forget-temporarily- that your life sucked. Until you woke up in the morning with a raging hangover, and then life sucked a little bit more than usual. But for now, she was happy and giggling, and dancing with her best friend. Who would have thought that she would be besties with Carly of all people? She certainly hadn't, but life was tricky like that.

"I am so happy." she giggled, grabbing Carly's hands and dancing with her near the bar.

Carly herself certainly wasn't feeling any harm and danced with her, laughingly telling the brunette, "You are so drunk."

Sam laughed. "What's the difference? I never understood angry drunks. You're drunk! What do you have to be angry about?"

"One of life's questions that continue to go unanswered." Carly shrugged, releasing Sam's hands and grabbing her drink off of the bar. She downed, it, frowning as the ice hit her teeth, before setting it back down on the marble bar top and grabbing Sam's hand, beginning to maneuver the pair of them towards the exit.

"Where are we going?" Sam questioned, smiling at people as they made their way through the crowd, Carly just bumping them out of the way.

"Back to the hotel. I wanna change and then go back down to the beach."

"Oh, a romantic moonlight beach stroll. Are you still trying to get me to be your dirty little secret?"

"You caught me." Carly said dryly, releasing Sam's hand once the reached the relative coolness of the outside air, "I am desperately trying to get you to be my lesbian lover. I am desperate for you, my love."

Sam once again swung her arm around Carly's shoulders as they began walking down the sidewalk towards the hotel. It was only a twenty minute walk and neither of them minded it. Not to mention it was beautiful out tonight, with the stars lighting up the sky along with a full moon. On the sidewalk closest to the hedges, there were tiny, dim, yellow, lights illuminating their way. The traffic on the street was light due to the late hour.

"I knew you couldn't resist these charms. But again, I don't swing..."before Sam could finish her sentence, a black speeding black car screeched to a halt beside them. The two turned towards it and before they could move, a man exited the car and pulled them both inside of the tinted window vehicle, before telling the driver to hurry and drive away.

Cliffy!

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