OMG I just realised I mixed up the chapter "Confrontations"! I'm so so so sorry about that! But now, it's here in the right order. Again, very sorry for this!

Double meaning?

He's hiding something. Something major. He's acting weird. Which proves that he's hiding something, right? Something major I mean. Something I shouldn't know, which is why he's hiding something. He's hiding something that major that he thinks I shouldn't know. Which is why he's hiding it. I guess.

Stop!

I have to get out of here. Right now. To Cristina's place. Get my clothes, get ready for the date.

Wait! Is there still a date?

Or is it natural that if you find out your date is hiding something major the date is cancelled?

Are there any rules?

There should be if there aren't any. Written, I mean.

Why does this have to be so hard?

"So, why are you hiding in the locker room?", Derek asked.

"Uhm…I…Derek is there something you want to tell me?"

"Uhm…yeah I was just wondering because we didn't use a condom in the on-call room and firstly in the plane and…"

"Don't worry, I'm kinda clean."

"No, it's not that it's just…"

"I'm on the pill, Derek. No need for worries."

"Ok, that's good I suppose…"

"So is there something else you want to tell me?"

"Tell you what? What did you hear?!", he asked. He was hiding something. His voice was…nervous.

"It's just that you're acting weird and what Anthony said…NOT that I trust Anthony…I never did actually but it's just…I mean we're not considered as a couple, we're just going out on a date, which is what normal people do when they date and I'm not sure if after this there's still the date I mean you might have cancelled it and I don't want to dress up for nothing, I could stay at Cristina's if you mind and you can have the suite for yourself but I was just asking because I'm not sure that…"

"Stop!"

"W…Wh…What?", I asked completely perplex.

"We are still on a date, tonight. You don't have to dress up. Jeans and a nice top will be perfectly fine.", he said and came over to kiss me. He ignored my question about the hiding thing! He tricked me!

"Ok. So is it okay if I go now and come back later and meet you here in the lobby for the date?"

"Sure. See you later!", he said and kissed me again. I never want to stop kissing him again…

"S..ee.. you…l..la..later", I stammered, still breathless from our kiss.

"I'll miss you!"

Okay…sooo…

Date.

With Derek.

Non-fancy.

Where is he?!

Oh, there he is. He changed his shirt.

Hot. That man is h-o-t. No questions.

"Hey! I missed you."

"You missed me?"

"Well, yeah."

"Oh" I was stunned.

"Is this your car?! Is this a Bentley…"

"…Continental GTC. With 552 PS. Yes."

"Wow, that's hot! You…this is hot! You like fast cars?"

"Well, the only thing I like about this car is the force. I have a thing for fast cars. The need for speed, you know?" I've always had a thing for fast cars. I used to watch every GP on Formula 1. Gotta love Hamilton.

"Wow, I mean, I like them too. That's…wow", he said. He was still speechless. Why do men always underestimate us women? Damn fools they can be!

"You wanna drive me in my baby to our date?"

"I'd love to! By the way, you look ravishing!"

"Thanks", I replied and we sped off.

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"Minigolf Night Adventure with glow-in-the-dark balls?!"

"You don't like?", he asked not sure what to think about my outburst.

"It's just…I suck at Minigolf. And in the dark…"

"I'm sure you'll do great!"

"Seriously! I suck at Minigolf!"

"We'll see.", he said optimistically and grabbed our golf clubs.

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"That's the last hole!"

"Ugh, Thank god!", he exclaimed.

We were at the last hole. He wouldn't believe me that I suck at Minigolf so I had to show him. I swear I didn't do it by purpose when I hit him! It's just not in my blood. The patience thing. Unlike him.

Okay, sooo…position myself

Check.

Extend my arms.

Check.

Momentum draw back.

"Hmpf!"

Shit! I hit him. Again. Damn it!

Why is he holding his own crotch?!

Oh, I guess I hit the wrong ball. I looked around, nobody near us. New idea. Smirk.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!!!"

"It's ok, I'm fine."

"Let me have a look.", Is aid and started to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants.

"Meredith…you can't…there are…oh my god! Please stop!"

"Come on, it's dark! Let's have some fun!"

"Oooh…jesus!"

I grabbed his big, now hard member. The feeling was like soft silk over hot steel. Smooth and yet hard. I began to lick his head, slowly, softly. Then I stuffed in as much as possible and started to suck. Forcefully, hard. I could feel him jerk and whimper, trying to keep his voice low. As I felt him near the edge I sucked even harder. He couldn't hold himself anymore as he released himself into my mouth, moaning my name out loud. I swallowed every last bit of it. God, he really is delicious.

"Meredith…that was…wow!", he panted as I zipped up his pants and buckled his belt.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it!", I said with a dirty smirk on my face.

"We should get back to the hotel. Immediately!", he said urgently and we walked back to my car.

"See, I told you I suck at Minigolf…"