"Matt! Matt, wait!" Courtney cried, dashing down the hallway after him. "Please! Matt!" She caught up to him just as he was about to step onto the elevator. He froze mid-step, exuded a weary sigh, and slowly turned around to glare at her. Well, at least he had stopped, which gave Courtney an ounce of hope, if nothing else.

"How could you do this to me? How could you just lie to me like that? You told me you hadn't even met my uncle, and now I walk in to find you screwing him?" He demanded.

She sighed sadly. "I don't know. I'm sorry, it just happened."

"Oh please, that's bullshit."

"No, Matt, I swear. I didn't expect for this to happen, it just did. We were both attracted to each other, and somehow, we just got so heated that--"

Matt threw his arms up in the air, waving his hands before him. "Shut up! All right? Just shut your mouth! I don't want to hear anymore. This whole God damn relationship has been nothing but bullshit, but in a way, I'm kind of relieved that it's over."

Her heart constricted in her chest at his choice of words. As much as she tried to deny it, they did sting. She tried to formulate some kind of reply, even if she knew he didn't want to hear anymore out of her, but before she could even get a word out, he was already turning back around to summon the next available elevator.

"Matt!"

Both she and Matt turned their heads at the sound of Christian's voice. He was striding towards them, clad in the clothes he had been wearing earlier that night. She was surprised he had gotten dressed so fast, but considering the situation, she understood his position. It had been awkward for both of them. Matt fixed his eyes on Christian in an icy cold glare, but he didn't bother saying a word to him. Instead, he turned his attention back on the elevator before him.

"Matty!" Christian exchanged a look with Courtney. "What the hell is going on?"

Matt sighed irritably, turning back around to face the two of them. He stole a glance at Courtney before fixing his eyes back on Christian. "Gee, that's a good question. Why don't you tell me what the hell is going on?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." He stole a glance at Courtney before turning his head and looking back over at Matt, "look, you obviously caught me at a bad time, even if the sex I just had with Courtney here was hardly bad in itself, but you're a man Matt. I know you've been there once or twice yourself, hmm?" A chuckle escaped him, stepping forward and placing a hand on Matt's shoulder.

Almost immediately did Matt swat Christian's arm away from his shoulder, and from the vengeful look in his eyes, Courtney could sense that Matt wanted to hit the man, and hard. "Don't ever touch me again," he snarled.

Christian's brows furrowed incriminatingly, stealing a glance over his shoulder at Courtney. "All right, what the hell is your problem? So I left my God damn door unlocked, and you walked in on me screwing some girl, what's the big deal?"

She exchanged a look with Matt. Her heart pounded madly in her chest, fearing what Matt would do, but more importantly say next. Matt turned his fury back on Christian, shouting his next words, "she's not just any girl, she's my girlfriend asshole! You were screwing my girlfriend! And yeah, considering I'm her boyfriend, it is a big deal to me."

Christian froze, a dumbfounded expression appearing on his face. Slowly, he pivoted on his heels and looked expectantly over at Courtney, who cringed. His expression suddenly changed, and his features became somber. Grave. "I didn't know she was your girlfriend. If I remember correctly, she informed me she didn't have a boyfriend."

She sighed wearily, turning her head away and avoiding eye contact with the man.

Matt looked from Christian to Courtney, his voice thick with sarcasm. "Well isn't that a surprise."

Once again, she felt her heart constrict in her chest. His words were harsh, but deep down inside, part of her felt that she actually deserved them. It was hard enough to believe that he, of all people, had walked in on the two of them having sex, but the more he talked, the worse things were becoming, and any ounce of hope she had for the two of them was rapidly slipping away.

Christian turned his attention back on Matt, his brows furrowing inquisitively. "Why did you decide to come by tonight anyway?"

"Besides the fact that you haven't been returning my calls? After Courtney denied that she had feelings for you, and after everything that Amy told me, I decided I'd come over and confront you myself. A part of me trusted you would at least be up front with me about it, but seeing as how I just walked in on you screwing my girlfriend, I think I know pretty much all I need to know."

"What Amy told you? What the hell did she say?"

"If you really want to know, why don't you try asking her yourself." Suddenly, the elevator dinged, and the mechanical doors parted. Matt whirled back around to step inside the elevator, but froze mid-step and turned back around to face Christian. His voice reverberated throughout the hallway. "You know, as if it wasn't bad enough finding out that you slept with my grandmother, and now you sleep with my girlfriend? I don't know who the hell you are anymore, but you better stay the hell away from me."

Courtney turned her head and looked over at Christian. He stood there with that same dumbfounded expression on his face as before. She turned her head back just in time to see Matt step into the lift, and instantly dashed towards him before the doors could close. "Matt! Wait! Please! Don't--!"

"Hey! That goes for you too! Just stay the hell away from me!" He spat. She scowled, staring dumbfoundedly back at him. "I guess Amy was right all along. You are just a slut."

She scowled, her gaze falling to her feet in discouragement. Then, before she or Christian could say anymore, the elevator doors closed and Matt disappeared from view. Slowly, she willed herself to turn back around, only to come face-to-face with an immensely vexated Christian. She should have seen that coming. A woeful sigh escaped her. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but...I'm sorry. I just wanted to find a man that could satisfy me, sexually, but Matt couldn't do that. That's why I came to you. I know you wouldn't have slept with me if you knew I was dating him."

"Look, Matt may not be as experienced with sex as I am, but incase you haven't gotten the memo, he's my God son, which makes me his Godfather!"

"I know, I know and I'm sor--"

His brows stitched together in consideration. "You know?" She cringed, dropping her gaze to her feet. "You mean to tell me that you knew I was his Godfather this entire time, and yet you still insisted on coming over tonight in the hopes of screwing me?"

"Damn, I'm sorry, all right?" Courtney sighed wearily, stealing a glance up at his face before turning her head and staring down the hallway. "I shouldn't have come here."

Christian took a step towards her, planting his hands firmly on his hips. "It's a little late for that sweetheart. Now get you shit, and get the hell out of my apartment!" Without giving her the chance to debate, he turned on his heels and started back in the direction of his apartment.

Her eyes narrowed irritably as she watched him walk off in the opposite direction. As much as she wanted to hate him right now, she hated herself more. She didn't think that could be possible, but she never imagined her plans for the night to backfire on her in the manner that they had. Brushing a few loose strands of hair out of her face, she squared her shoulders and trailed behind him. Once she arrived back at his condo, she entered his bedroom, retrieved her thong and pulled it back on. Christian didn't bother speaking a word to her, nor did he even glance in her direction as she did so.

After grabbing her purse off the couch, she slowly started towards the door, but stopped half-way there and turned back around to face him. "So after all that, that's it?"

He was on his way to his bathroom, but stopped when she spoke. Exhaling sharply, he whirled back around to glare at her. "I think you've done more than your share of damage for the night, don't you?"

She scoffed. "Look, I would appreciate it if you didn't mention any of this to Amy. We may not be friends anymore, but I don't want her coming after me with an ax either." Although she might not admit it to herself, a part of her was hoping Amy would get off whatever drugs she was on, and come to her senses. Maybe then they could become friends again, but that was a big maybe.

"I may be a lot of things, but I'm not an idiot. You may have screwed up my relationship with Matt, but I'm sure as hell not letting you ruin that one. Now are you going to walk the hell out that door, or do I have to personally escort you there myself?"

She slung the strap of her purse over her shoulder, and shot him a glare before marching towards the door. "I'm going!"

"Don't let the door hit you on the way out."

"Asshole," she muttered under her breath. Yanking the door open, she slammed it shut behind her. As she started back down the hallway towards the elevators, she was surprised to find a single tear escaping the corner of her eye and rolling down her cheek.

What had she done? Things had taken a turn for the worst. Not only with Christian, but with Matt. With Amy. With everybody. Suddenly, for the first time in her whole life, she felt alone. Utterly and hopelessly alone. The repercussions of her actions had driven her deep into a hole.

There was no way Matt would ever forgive her for what she'd done. Frankly, she could careless what Christian thought about her anymore. Even though he'd been amazing in bed, he was nothing but an asshole. Ultimately, both he and Matt had wound up being just like all those other guys back in high school. The arrogant ones who took pleasure in bad-mouthing her and calling her a "slut." And as for Amy, well...the chance of her coming to her senses, and forgiving her for hitting on her father were a longshot. As long as she was still under the influence of whatever the hell it was she was taking, she would never be the Amy she used to know. It was time she face the facts. Amy Gellar was no more. She was Amy Troy, and she always would be.

Courtney didn't know what she was going to do next, but she did have a sixth sense about one thing...this was merely the calm before the storm. She had a dark feeling looming over her head. Things were about to get worse...much worse.