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"This is so not good…"

He didn't pay attention and kept kissing me, his arms on each side of me. Somehow, we had moved from the sofa to the wall, and his arms were impeding my ability to move, pressing me to the wall and his body. Even when my brain knew it was wrong, the hard feeling of his body against mine only made me want him more. I wanted to stay there, with him, and not have a care in the world.

Especially not the only care that was fighting its way into my brain and my conscious mind.

The alcohol on my veins kept sending confusing vibes to my already pretty much fucked up mind. I didn't even need his lips whispering incoherent lustful words for me to doubt my better judgment. I did that myself without any help.

"Doug…" I sighed, my brain insisting I should run away. I tried to stop him to no avail. Maybe it was because I really didn't want him to stop. "We… This… This is wrong…"

He bit my lower lip as an answer, telling me that if it wasn't good, it damn well felt like it.

"Doug…" I insisted.

"You and I both know this is not real." He whispered. "Enjoy it."

Those were the first coherent words I registered and understood. Doug was right. It couldn't be real, right? So why not enjoy the fantasy?

I didn't remember that just some hours ago (could it be minutes, maybe? Or was it days? Perhaps only seconds?) I was making out with Danny. His friend. My husband. The singer of an amazing band more than famous.

And since I didn't, I had also forgotten the fight… An important fight, was it?

Which fight?

Was a fight with Astaire?

Doug's moan made me stop thinking, as I responded to his body over mine as best as I could.

Even in my state, I knew what I was doing was bad, wrong, not correct, but even when I thought hard about it (or at least tried to), I couldn't find the reason why. Was it because Astaire liked him? Or because I didn't?

It felt so good.

How could something that felt so amazingly great be bad in any kind of way?

It didn't make sense to me.

Which actually wasn't a very good proof. Because I was drunk out of my mind.

So I gave up.

I offered Doug a weak but very lustful smile, nodding. He understood. That kind of thing was easily understood. No male would be confused about getting laid. And I wasn't being very subtle about it.

Next thing I remember were his lips traveling over wet paths down my neck and chest, right to the edge of my very-deep-cleavage strapless dress, as he pushed me back onto the sofa. His hands caressed my arms slowly but strongly, until he reached my waist, moving me roughly under him to take the skirt of the dress up.

It wasn't like it was with Danny. It wasn't like fun, sexy, passionate sex. This was… edging the S. Mind-blowing and hard and teasing and naughty.

His touches were rough and almost violent, as he started making marks on my now completely exposed breaths. They were going to last for a long time, probably. Doug bit and nibbled and licked and sucked every part of skin he could, taking my underwear off in one swift movement, as I tore his shirt off. Doug didn't wait enough to take my dress off, wrinkled on my waist, as he slid his pants and boxers down.

I was more than glad when I saw him taking a plastic envelope out of his jean's pocket, because I wasn't thinking at all and it hadn't occurred to me I could need it. He worked fast with the condom, and was on top of me just as quickly. I was kissing him again as his hands moved roughly over the skin of my back, grabbing my butt and forcing my legs open.

Next second, he was thrusting inside of me, making me moan harder than ever, and whispering his name or whatever it came to my mind.


I woke up on a bed, wearing boy's underwear and a really big shirt, with a warm body next to me. It felt almost like a déjà-vu. Except I was dressed this time and the boy wasn't Danny.

"Fuck…" I muttered, as some scenes of last night played on my mind. I didn't remember how I had ended there, though.

"Fuck." He chorused, putting his hand over his eyes. "Hey." Dougie said slowly.

"Hey."

"I'm sorry." He muttered.

"I'm sorry too…" I sighed, moving to face him. He looked down at me, and smiled a little.

"I'll… I'll take you…" He started, but wasn't really sure how to continue. Even in this situation, I couldn't help but laugh.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" I asked dramatically, hoping to lighten up the mood.

Dougie's intense stare shook me off.

"No." He said. "That's the last thing I want."

"But…"

"I know. It's wrong. We'll forget about this. Want me to take you to Danny's?"

I opened my mouth to answer something, but, somehow, I didn't. Instead, I was kissing him softly.

It didn't take him long to react, and move me under his body, deepening the kiss roughly.

We were stopped by a knock.

"Doug, get your ass down now!!!" Jazzie yelled from the other side of the door, and I felt myself blushing.

Dougie let me go. "Yeah!" He responded, moving up the bed. I did the same, and stared awkwardly to the closed window. Dougie smiled. "It's ok, Lay. Come on, let's go have breakfast." He offered, opening the door.

The way he behaved made me think he knew how we had ended in his bedroom, fully clothed. So I accepted his offering and went downstairs with him.

Astaire, Arizona and Nicky were sitting in the couches talking, and none of them looked weird at us, as if they knew I had just committed adultery.

Oh, god. I did. OH MY FUCKING GOD. I'm an adulteress!!!

I paled, and felt the world spinning madly.

Dougie caught me before I hit the floor, and the next second, Astaire was up with me. She laughed. "Maggie can't hold her alcohol very well." She lied for me, helping me to the sofa.

"Well, you're not the only one." Nicky laughed in a low voice. I smiled weakly.

"Here comes the food!" Jazzie announced, leaving two plates with muffins in the table. It smelled delicious.

"Don't tell me you cook? Who are you and what you did with my sister?!" Dougie asked with wide eyes, making us laugh.

We ate chatting and laughing, and, slowly, I felt more comfortable. I wasn't panicking. And I wanted to see Danny. I wanted to explain how sorry I was and I wanted him to forgive me. But I didn't want him to know.

Some hours later, Astaire and I were in a cab, stopping near Danny's building. She knew everything that had happened. About the stupid fight, about Doug's confession, again, about our night together… She understood, and didn't judge me. That was the reason why she was my best friend in the entire world.

"Go, Mag. Go talk with Danny and see what you want." She said once we got off the vehicle. "I'll go wandering around and give you two some space. Ok?"

Astaire kissed my cheeks and pushed me to the elevator, waving as the door closed between us.

I started shaking and trembling.

The world was spinning, and the elevator took less time than ever to reach the top building. When the doors opened, I wanted to throw up, but I didn't. Instead, I sucked it up and walked out, stopping in the hall, not sure what to do. I cleared my throat.

"Danny?" I called in a really low voice. No one heard me ad no one answered. "Danny?" I said a little louder. "Dan-?!"

"What?"

Danny's curt voice shook me off and I blushed. He was standing with his hair wet dropping over his shoulders, with a pair of black and green checkered boxers and a towel in his hand. So sexy.

"…Hi…" I whispered. He stayed where he was, eyeing me closely.

"Hi."

"I'm sorry." I blurted out.

"I know; I got your message." Danny said. I panicked. Had my one night stand with his friend reached the tabloids? Please, no!! "I tried to reach you."

"I… left my phone here."

"I don't care." He muttered, turning around and walking away.

"Really?" I asked without thinking, following to the kitchen.

"About the phone? Yeah."

"I'm stupid. I shouldn't have said those things." I pressed, feeling like crying.

"Of course you shouldn't have. But if that's how you feel, on the other hand, there's no much I can…"

"That's not how I feel! I'm not even used to being jealous!!" I admitted, yelling like a four-year-old. Danny was facing his back at me.

"So that scene was because you were jealous?" He asked. I saw him shaking a little and I wondered if I had hurt him so badly I made him cry.

"…Yes. But you were saying those things and all I could think was fuck! I don't want him to go looking for anyone else!" I blurted out.

Danny turned to face me, and I see he was smiling. Bastard.

"Why didn't you talk to me? I heard you yesterday when you went away. I was worried." He said slowly, reaching toward me.

"You were?" I asked. He nodded. "I'm too proud to do something like that." I muttered, extending my arms and pulling him to me. "I'm sorry."

"I know, I know. Everything's good." Danny laughed. "Want to go looking for your mom?"

I didn't even need to answer.

Astaire did it for me.

"Let's!!" She exclaimed, grabbing both his and my arm and dragging us with her.


Astaire seemed to be more enthusiastic about meeting my family than myself. She was jumping excited and moving around all the time. I had always suspected she had a thing for my younger brother.

Danny grabbed my hand when I was about to hit Astaire to shut her up. "I know I shouldn't be admitting this, but I'm scared."

I looked at him wide-eyed. And then I burst off laughing.

"Oh, yeah. Such a boost to my ego." He muttered.

"You have nothing to worry about. I swear. You brought my mom to London. She's gonna love you forever."

"Like you?" He asked cheekily, and I nodded without really thinking. Astaire had spotted my mom. "Really, now?"

I stuck my tongue out at him. "There's my mom!" I announced him, as I went running to my family. I wrapped my arm around my mom's neck, and ignored her glare.

"Vos, mocosa insolente. Estás en capilla!" She declared, pointing at me. "No sé cómo se te ocurre casarte sin mí! Mala hija! Voy a desheredarte!!"

I laughed it off.

"Claro, y yo? Nadie le importo yo." My brother said, complaining no one cared for him, so I let my mom go and hugged my reluctant brother.

"Mom, Rhett. This is my husband, Danny." I introduced, to remind them Danny didn't speak Spanish.

"Oh." My mom turned to him, and looked him over from head to toe. "You! I'm going to have a big conversation with you, young boy. How dare you take my daughter in marriage without asking for her hand? Don't any of you have any respect for your families? What about your mother, Daniel? Huh?"

Danny flinched. "Well… I know it was not the best thing to do, and not the smartest but… su hija es la persona más maravillosa del universo. I just couldn't hold myself any longer." Danny spoke in a fluent Spanish with some mistakes in the pronunciation, but with that he had my mom on his pocket. My brother, however, kept glaring at him. I blushed madly, suddenly remembering the feeling of Doug's lips on my belly.

"Well… Well… I can understand you, boy. I was young myself once." My mom laughed. "Now come here and give me a hug! You're like a son now!" She laughed, hugging the very flustered Danny.

"He's not my brother." Rhett stated angrily, grabbing his baggage. Astaire went quickly to him.

"Here, let me help you." She smiled sweetly. See? She likes him. Pervert.

"It's ok." He said annoyed, but softened his tone to speak to her. Rhett followed Astaire to the car, leaving us alone.

"Don't mind him. He's just jealous about his baby sister. He doesn't like the idea of the honey moon at all." My mom laughed.

"I wouldn't like it either if it was my sister, so it's all cool." Danny smiled, snaking an arm around my shoulders.

My mom smiled. "I'm glad you love my daughter, Daniel. And I hope you'll show her the appreciation she needs. You know? Her self-esteem it's not the highest."

"Mom!" I complained, feeling my cheeks reddening.

Maybe it wasn't such a good idea for her to come.

Not if she was going to mortify me!


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