NOTE

I write when I am inspired and as much as I would love to pump out a full book and do this all in one shot, this is something that I do when I have time. For all the anonymous guests who are spamming me with reviews about how I should just stop, who knows? Maybe I should. But, more than anything, I try to live positively and in the nicest way possible, if you don't like what I'm doing, please exit stage right.

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*SAM POV*

I felt out of place. I had never been around this much wealth. The life I was used to could not have been further to what I was surrounded with. I had always wanted this. The younger man within me thought that money and wealth would make everything better. I thought that if I could just make enough money, I would have been able to help my mother. I could have paid for her treatments. I could have made her final days comfortable at home, and not in that sterile tiny room. I could have moved her here for specialist treatment. I could have given her a better funeral. But I was just a kid, starting my own life. I had nothing. I still partly do. I knew I could never amount to anything like all of this. It was extravagant and classy and all the things Kate was. I could see her fingerprints on all the finer details. It was her in the special thank you notes on the tables, it was her in the whimsical music, her in the colours and splashes of light. The garden was pruned and pricked to excellence, the waiters that lined the corners of every room were for extra comfort, and the amount of flowers alone would make my wallet cry. There wasn't a single part of me that could relate to any of this.

When Kate and Elliot invited not only me, but my brother also, I thought that they were crazy. I hadn't had a great impact on their lives; I hadn't known about anything to do with their blossoming love story or their journey to now. I didn't understand why they would want both of us here to celebrate what should be the happiest moments in a couples lives. At first I thought it was pity. The mere thought of them pity inviting me almost made me react with anger and insults, but when Kate put her hand on my shoulder and told me that I meant a lot to her because I meant a lot to Ana was all the clarifications that I needed. She loved her friend. She loved her friend so much, that on what should be a day about her, she was ensuring her friends protection.

" Ana, is my sister. We have been through so much and the last couple of months have really changed her. She's turning into this hard person who is skeptical and untrusting, not the clumsy glass always half full woman I knew. And for a second there I thought he had ruined her. I thought that maybe this would be the thing that breaks her. It didn't matter about her shitty family or her even shittier friends or shitty bosses with shitty motives, because she had him. And when he turned out to be everything she was afraid of ... I hated to see her break because of what he did to her."

" Kate... I don't have to come. I'm not looking for pity."

" Its not about pity, Sam. Its about loving the people who love my people, the right way. I want you there because you were a friend to my sister when I couldn't be. I want you there because you have supported her when I couldn't. And more than that, I want you there to help her through this. I know her. She will grin and bear the day, but feel so isolated the whole time. I need you to help her through this, because... I can't... We can't... get married... I don't want her to hurt... I just want her to be ok. I want you to be there to because... you make her happy."

" And you think me being there will make a difference?"

" I think it could start to."

And that was all it took for me to hire this tux and be here, for her. A part me was telling myself that of course I would be here for her, as her friend. Of course I would do this for any friend. I would help a mate out whenever they needed me. But an equal part of me, replayed Kate's words in my head and couldn't help but think that they were a sign. I knew she wasn't ready, and I knew that at this moment I may not be anything but a friend for her, but I was excited about even being an option. I was pretty much obsessed with her. Everything about her was so enticing to me and more often then not I replayed our encounter over and over in my head. I loved the feel of her lips on mine, the little moans that escaped from her and how sweet her sweat was when I was inside her. I wanted more of her, and even though I would never push her more than she wanted, I hoped that she wanted me just as much.

After finding a small corner away from everyone, my need for a smoke took over. I never really smoked often, but in times of need I always had at least one handy. This was one of those times. This suit was itchy and I had no intentions of ever liking how constricted it felt.

" Its beautiful out here, isn't it?"

I hadn't realised I wasn't alone until then. When I saw her I knew exactly who she was. They could be sisters. They could be best friends mirroring each others looks. But she would never be her. Sienna was wearing a form fitting golden gown that almost touched the floor. Her hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail and although there was this glow about her, knowing her and what she had pulled made her ugly to me. I had no qualms with pretending she didn't exist, but the main concern was that this wasn't the time and definitely not the place to be hashing out whatever bullshit Christian and her were pulling.

" What. The. Fuck. Are. You. Doing. Here."

" I had to come and celebrate. Weddings always bring people together. And even if they don't know it now, we will all have to get along sometime. And all I want is for everything to just be ok."

" Be ok? Please do not think for one moment that you will ever be anything more than the woman that tore a relationship apart."

" I know thats how it all appears. But I didn't know. I didn't know that he was with someone when this all began. And to be honest, he made promises to her not me. I know that I will always be the villain here, but I am not the one who had to keep Ana's best interest in mind."

" You cannot be serious."

" I am truely sorry for all the pain that she went through, I am really. But I can't help who I love. I love him so much in such a short time, that I can't imagine there being anyone else."

" Until he does this to you."

" What do you mean?"

" Apart from the fact that she was the best thing to ever happen to him, or the fact that she was the one to make him into the man you fell in love with, there can never be anything substantial with him. What makes you think when he gets bored of you too, that he won't cheat? That the reason you became so attractive to him, won't be the reason he eventually leaves you?"

" I know that a lot of people will have their opinions about us, but things are different now. We aren't hiding anymore and there isnt any reason to. Christian needs his family, and my family will love all the Grays. This all wont matter in time when everything is settled and we have finally gone through enough for everyone to accept us."

" You should leave."

" I came here for Christian."

" This day isn't about what you and him want. This is about Kate and Elliot."

That didn't stop her from walking past me and entering into where everyone was. I was fumbling with my thoughts. I was angry and hurt and furious and anxious all at once. I barely had time to register what was happening, before I was looking for my brother or for Christian. After looking for Christian for what felt like an eternity and trying to be discreet about it, I finally gave up and heading back to the dance floor. I found Ana, as she was at a table with a flute of Champagne. Her hair now was in waves down her back, and there was a sad smile playing on her lips. I couldn't stop myself from taking a seat next to hers.

" Hey Ana, You ok?"

" You know whats funny. I thought today would be tough. But it wasn't."

" Thats good, babe. There is silver linings to everything."

" Like I love Kate... But this is nothing like how we'd would do it."

WOW.

" How would you think we would do it?"

" Hmm... I think I would have it a small church, with only 10 -15 people. Then a family dinner, with just the people that really matter. I would wear a pretty dress and you would wear whatever he wanted, and there would be no big commotions."

I couldn't tell if she realised what she was saying or if she even meant the words tumbling from her lips, but I didn't care. The fact that she right now was envisioning us, made me giddy with anticipation. And even if it was a passing thought, it was nice while it was here and I could imagine with her. She then points to the crowd. There in the middle of a sea of eyes, was Sienna, Kate, Elliot, Christian and Christians parents. They looked fake happy. There was lot of hushed tones and small hand gestures. Whatever drama was going down was trying to not attract attention, when it was doing anything but. I could see that that Kate was furious. If I knew anything about her, it was that her emotions were easy to read on her face. That was something that I had admired about her. Whatever she was feeling, was written right there for everyone to see. And right now, everyone in the room could read the fury on her face. For a brief moment, I almost felt sorry for Sienna and all the commotion surrounding her. She looked confident amongst it all, but no normal person would think that this was a positive interaction.

Looking at Ana, there wasn't anything on her face. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was the fact that she had finally had enough, but there was nothing living on her face. I was ready for the yelling and maybe even the final snap, but there was nothing. There was no tears, no anger. It was just her eyes on them as the whole thing unfolded.

" You know, Sam. I thought this would hurt more than it does. I thought it would make me sick to see them together or to even see her face. I honestly thought that there wasn't going to be any me without him; like there was nothing to live for if he was gone. But now I look at all this, I just know now that this wasn't meant to be."

"Wanna get outta here?"

" All the major stuff is over, so do you think it will be an issue?"

" Nah, I think Kate will get it."

An hour later we were parked by a lake with a view of the midnight moon. We were giggling like teenagers. She told me of how she loved anything sweet and that even at this age, she believed in Santa. She spoke of her and Kate's sisterhood and how they grew up together. She spilled about her wishes to see the world and how she felt she didn't have any tethers here to a place that had always been her home. Looking up at the stars, she finally asked about me.

" So, what about you? There isn't anything left to know about me, but you are a complete mystery to me. Tell me everything about you Sam."

"What do you want to know about?"

" How about your parents? Where are they? Are you close with them?"

There was and awkward silence. She didn't know that she had touched a very soft spot for me. She didn't know that this topic, I never spoke to anyone about. My brother was the only one who knew a little about how I felt, and that was only because he was there to see it unfold. I hated that still after all this time, that I couldn't get over it.

"I don't know where my father is. I never met him, but I heard he's quite a piece of work. Good riddance to him, I say."

Slowly her hand held mine. In my small car, was leaning so close that I could almost taste her. She looked at me like she could see right into my soul. It felt like I was naked and she could see every single scar and every blemish on my skin. There was a part of me that wanted to yank my hand away, and make her shut up. A part of me wanted her to drop it and to go back to the things that make her smile. There was the hard side of me that would do just about anything to change the subject. But the bigger part of me that wanted more; a part that pulled me towards her and wanted me to splay myself bare to her. She wouldn't leave. She wouldn't judge me, like I had feared from others. I know that she wasn't like the people who had hurt me before.

" I am so sorry to hear that."

" Yeah well I didn't know him enough to miss him. My mum, now she is the reason I do anything in this life."

" Whats she like?"

How could I describe her the way she should be? How could I begin to talk about how much she meant to me? Everything good that ever happened to me, was and is because of her. She built me up to believe that I was better then I let myself think I was. She taught me to be strong, to not live in fear about things I couldn't control. She showed me the beauty in the little moments. It was all about being able to be still and revealing and loving the things that others overlooked. I had been so hard. I had believed that the world hated me and I hated the world. My mother was one of the only good things in my life and I would always be thankful that for the time I had with her.

"She died a little while ago."

" Im so sorry. I can't imagine how hard that must of been for you."

" I was really tough for me for a while. I moved away from where I was born because there was nothing there for me anymore. I had no one and the only other family I had, was going between here and there. It just made sense to come here and start fresh."

"I for one am glad you are here."

" I am too. I think she would have wanted me to be happy, and being here now, I am. I can't ever go back to how I was in Australia. I was a different person. You probably wouldn't have like me very much."

" You think?"

" Yeah for a while I was drinking and doing drugs and hanging with the wrong crowd. Luke insisted on me coming here. And I am so glad that I did because I opened my club, with the help of Luke, and I have had the best time here and have been growing as a person."

" I am glad you both are here. Luke is such a good guy. You both are a such good people. I know that everything that happened with me, would have felt a whole lot shitter if you both were not here to hold the pieces together."

She was blushing. And l loved that she couldn't control that. I loved that event though she wanted to hide her emotions from me, that little pink revealed everything. I could look at her for the rest of my life and that was concerning. I had never felt this way about anyone in such a short time. She was becoming everything to me and I didn't want to become to obsessed with her, but it was like I just couldn't stop myself. She was becoming more and more important to me just by being herself and making it harder and harder to be away from here.

" Hey, Sam?"

" Yeah, babe?"

"Can you take me home?"

"Yeah of course. Ill drive you to yours now."

"No Sam, take me to yours."

*ANA POV*

There he was, standing at the end of the bed looking unsure and uneasy. His house was a spacious two bedroom single storey. There was touched of black and gold peppered throughout the entire space and even though I knew that it was only him living here, it didn't look empty. I had lived with Christian for sometime and it was always sterile and clean and too much, but in amongst the walls of books and mixed matched furniture, it felt like home. As I lay on his bed, watching him taking off his shoes and jacket, I couldn't help but stare. Our encounter before, although satisfying, had been brief and didn't for fill my needs. I didn't get an opportunity to really see him and take in everything about him.

" Are you sure, Sam? I can sleep on the couch. I really do not mind. I just don't want to go back to my place tonight. We do not have to sleep in the same bed just because I'm here."

" Please, I got that couch from some guy downtown and its the most uncomfortable thing I own. I wouldn't want to subject you to that… besides, its not like we aren't adults. We can lay next to each other and not need to fuck the life out of one another."

This was true, but with how I was feeling and with everything that had happened tonight, I didn't know what to expect. I was comfortable with him, but I didn't want to lead him on. I didn't know what I wanted. All I know is that I didn't want to be tied to down to someone who would end up hurting me more. But as I watched him slip his black button up off and remove his slacks, my mouth went dry with want. All down his back was intricate black tattoos. A woman in the woods, a compass pointing east, a flock of birds, smoke and mirrors and a cemetery all painted a tale of woe. It was beautiful, and I couldn't stop myself from moving to him and running my fingers down the story lines. He shivered and sat down still facing away from me. The more I ran my hands over them the more he seemed to melt into my touch and soon I was holding him from behind.

" You know Ive never really let anyone see them. I never let anyone close enough to see the marks on my skin or the story I'm apart of."

"Thank you, Sam."

A single kiss over the tombstone.

"Thank you for being there for me."

Another over the birds flying away.

"Thank you for erasing my pain."

Another on the base of his neck near compass.

He was shivering. I don't know weather it was the fact that he was half naked or if it was from what I was doing, but I could only hope that he was on the same page as I was.

" You don't know how much I fucking want you, Ana. You have no idea what you do to me."

" Tell me."

I was rubbing my hands up and down his back as I straddled him with one thigh on each side of him. He smelt so good, and the more I breathed him in the more I wanted him. The more I touched him and his painted skin, the more I wanted to explore and have my fill of him. The longer I waited the more intense the need for him rose.

" I have thought about your lips, more times then you would ever know. I have thought about having them wrapped around me or biting them the way I like. I have thought about your little hands and how good they feel pressing down on me. And more than that I have thought about what it would feel like to be buried inside of you again."

Suddenly, he was on me. His lips were on the nape of my neck, as his hands roamed my body. My cream dress was off within seconds. I was left there in a white garter belt and matching set and not much else. He stood and looked at me. His eyes roamed my body over and over again, and even though his green eyes were still the same green eyes that had first interested me, they were now filled with overflowing lust.

" Are you sure?"

"Yes."

" I mean it, Ana. Are you sure?"

Slowly, I moved one of my hands to my breast. Watching him watching me made something inside me click into a different person. As I squeezed the nipple, a low moan erupted from me, as my other hand travelled to my centre and rubbed where I wanted him. He looked into my eyes as he slowly removed my panties; carefully missing the friction is so badly needed. As he stood there, he brought them to his nose and deeply breathed in my scent. The moisture between my legs was now growing more and more with every second. And soon, I found myself mumbling words I had never spoken to anyone.

" Do you see how wet I am? How my pussy misses you too much? I can barely keep it together. I want you so bad right now."

A low growl left his mouth, as a smirk played on his lips. His eyes never left mine as he removed his boxers and stood there naked and on full show for me. His body was perfect; soft but defined. There was a small trail of hair that covered the base of him, and as he started to move his hand along his length, he spoke words that ignited me more.

" Don't stop. I want to see you fuck yourself for me."

I couldn't stop if I tried. As I rubbed more and more for minutes that felt like hours, my legs bent outward and my folds became more exposed to him, he moved forward and ran his cock along my entrance. I was shaking with anticipation. As he teased me with it, he wrapped his free hand around my hip and stopped me from moving.

" Is this what you want?"

" Yes. Please. Please."

" You made me wait such a long time, little one. All those long days thinking of you in my bed, begging me to fuck your tight hole and you never sought me out."

"Please, fuck me Sam."

He continued to rub his cock along my entrance but never entering. My heart was beating out of my chest and the pleasurable torture was almost to much to bear. He now was rubbing my clit with his hand that was once on my hip. He was making slow circles that felt like ecstasy but slow enough to not make me come.

" Oh, little one. I love hearing you beg. I love hearing my name roll off that little mouth of yours."

Without warning, he had pulled my bra down and was sucking on my nipple. Shocked I moaned out his name and nearly came apart. But he stopped and looked me in the eye. He was close enough to kiss, close enough to envelop him in my arms and have my way with him, but I chose to let him lead the way. As his thumb came to my lips, he pulled my lips apart and licked my bottom one, all the while surprisingly pushing a finger inside me. I came around his finger as he sucked my lip and relentlessly slipped in and out of me. Slowly, he pulled away from me and brought his finger to his mouth. He then, without looking away, ran the finger down the centre of his tongue, tasting me and setting me on fire.

" Hmm, I knew you would taste like heaven. Kiss me, and see for yourself."

And then he was kissing me. It was deep and possessive and salty and taboo and sexy as hell.

" Soon, I'm going to devour you. I will eat every little hole of yours, and have you begging for me to never stop. Soon, I'll fuck away every memory of him."

And then he was inside me. So quick that I had no time to react. He was thicker than I remembered. Maybe it was the absence of a condom, or the fact that I was a little tipsy, but everything felt better. As he pumped in and out of me, I wrapped my legs around his waist in order to feel him deeper. His hands roamed freely around my body. He had one hand on my breast and the other playing with my clit. His little moans and smirks when I rotated my hips, made me feel like there wasnt a better feeling in the world.

" I could fucking live inside you. You feel so fucking good, baby."

Soon he had my legs wrapped around his shoulders, as he sunk into me over and over again. With each thrust I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. His eyes were finally closed, and I could see a vein on his forehead starting to pop out. He was close too. I could feel him become shakey, and his movements becoming more and more animalistic.

" Fuck, little one. I'm going to come."

" Come inside me. I want you."

" Birth control?"

" Since I was 16. I have the implant."

" Are you sure?"

He had slowed down his pace while he debated his options. I wanted this. I didn't know what we were, but I trusted him and I wanted him to know that. And it was fucking hot, the idea that of him coming apart because of me. Without hesitation, I pulled his hand away from my core and placed it on my throat and applied pressure.

" Please fuck me, the only way you can. I want you. Fuck me and fill me. Please."

"Fuck… Little … one."

Three more minutes of him sliding in and out of me, we both came apart together. Our breaths were fast and our hearts were racing and as he slipped forward and leaned his head on my chest. I knew that things would be different. I didn't know what I wanted, but I wanted more of this. I wanted more of him. And as he mumbled words I couldn't quite hear, I realised that for once I was in control.