Chapter 53:I Don't Love You (My Chemical Romance)

I stood in the parking lot, tears leaking down my face, my arm wrapped around myself while I held my phone to my ear.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up." I muttered as I called Britt, but it went to voicemail. "You know what, Brittany Susan, how dare you fucking leave me here stranded. I don't know what about any of this is love because right now I'm feeling like I should have just stayed with Marco. Fuck you for making me feel like piece of trash. We are done."

From there, I signed into the shared credit card we had, and I locked the card. Fuck her for thinking that she was going to use me to go to New York. She thinks she doesn't need my money, but she doesn't have a job. I pay all the bills and she still acts like she's doing ME a favor.

I was fuming and instead of letting my mind wander to other things, I leaned into my car and pulled a cigarette from the glove box. With a shaky hand I tried dialing Britt again but this time it went straight to voicemail. I shoved my phone in my back pocket and lit the cigarette, not giving a fuck that this was school sponsored event.

Even with my anger, I still felt overcome with sadness. My body still ached from where she'd touched me roughly and that just made the sting of rejection even worse. I may have done some questionable stuff, but never have I not thought of Brittany. I fucked my ex-husband just so that my marriage to her would become legal. If that isn't dedication, I don't know what is.

My body froze when I felt an arm wrap around my shoulders and just from the scent, I knew it was Ian.

"The last think you need to be doing is smoking." He scolded, and I rolled my eyes as I leaned against him.

"At least it's not coke."

"Did she really just leave you?"

"Yup and she has my fucking car keys."

After he wrapped his other arm around me too, I stood there crying hard into his shirt.

"It's okay babe...come on let's go see Isaac, okay? Do you have a spare?" I stayed tucked in his arms but nodded.

"Yeah, I have a spare. At least seeing baby boy will make me feel better. I can't believe her right now."

I just kept replaying what had just happened. Had Brittany just blatantly told me she was going to go fuck Frankie? What kind of alternate universe was this? Everything felt sick and twisted and backwards, it had definitely been a fool's bargain.

"San?"

I turned from Ian, to see Quinn hobbling down the ramp in her boot trying to get to me as fast as she could. I moved closer to the ramp, so that she didn't kill herself trying to comfort me. She finally reached the bottom and immediately wiped my tears with her hands.

"Hey baby girl." she whispered.

"Hey Q."

"I'm going to come with you guys okay? I haven't seen my godson in a while. We can meet everyone else at the house later, Rachel has my keys."

I made Ian and Quinn block any peepers and then popped off the license plate. Ian's face changed into one of awe and I couldn't help but laugh through my tears. Feeling miserable and a bit unhinged, I handed Ian the keys and headed to the passenger side.

"You drive, I'm too upset right now."

"Really? This car is worth more than my house!"

"I'm sure it is, especially since it's got all the bells and whistles."

"Are you sure that you're okay with this?"

"It replaceable. Plus, I trust you...just don't fuck it up, Q already has one broken leg, let's not make it two."

Quinn stuck her tongue out and relaxed into the back seat.

"Can we put the top down?"

"Go for it."

By the time that we got to the hospital, Ian and Quinn had done everything that they could to cheer me up. Quinn had even gone on to tell Ian the most embarrassing stories about me.

Which made me annoyed but still made me smile. He would glance my way and start laughing and I kept screaming for him to watch the road.

All in all, I was just excited to be able to see my son after such a shitty morning. In the elevator, I thanked my two friends for their awesomeness and ended up getting a kiss on each cheek at the same time. Ian just fit so flawlessly into my life, it was as if he was just meant to always be there.

Of course, nothing in my life stays happy for long.

When we got to the reception area to check in, I was promptly told that I had been barred from seeing Isaac pending prior approval by his guardian.

"What? I am his mother, this is his father...how can we be banned?"

"Oh, he isn't banned, just you Mrs. Lopez. Your wife said that you were a potential hazard to Isaac...in your current condition."

"What condition? There is nothing wrong with me?"

The nurse leaned over the counter and whispered with too much snark for my taste,

"The drugs"

"You're kidding me, right? I'm sober!" I yelled.

"Mrs. Lopez, I suggest that you discuss these personal matters with your wife, I'm just the messenger." she said as she returned to her computer without even looking my way.

"Oh, I will!" I yelled pushing her stupid clipboard to the floor. "You guys can go see him if you want and I will just wait in the hall." I muttered as I sat in a chair that faced the glass wall of the nursery.

Q decided to stay with me urging Ian to go in, saying that at least one of Isaac's parents should see him. I had no tears left for this moment because all I felt was rage. Britt had gone too far, it was one thing to fight with me and control things in my life, but it was another to keep me away from the only thing that was keeping me sober.

I wasn't going to let this go so easily. She had just started a fucking war.

"What's going on with you two, San? Where did Britt go?"

"She says that she is going to New York for the weekend. You can figure out the rest."

"Frankie?"

"Hmm."

"I thought we were all set for tonight. When did she decide this?"

"About a half hour ago after I sat too close to Ian or something...who the fuck knows why she does things anymore?"

"Is she not taking her meds?"

"Nope."

"That's really messed up, San."

"That is nothing compared to leaving for the next three days and barring me from seeing Isaac."

"So, what are you going to do?"

"I have no idea right now, Q."

When Ian tapped on the glass window to get my attention, my head snapped up and I saw that he was holding Isaac up so that I could at least see him through the glass. I walked across the hall and stood almost flush with the wall and looked at my son.

It had been two days since I had last seen him, and his cheeks were already chubbier, and his twitch was almost gone. He was starting to grow at a rapid pace and often, he looked different from day-to-day. Isaac looked up at me with those amazing eyes and his mouth formed a smile.

Did he really recognize me?

My eyes burned as I felt the tears coming but I didn't want him to see me looking sad. Those brilliant baby blue eyes sparkled as I made silly faces at him. I felt so much better just getting to see him and just had to settle with not being able to hold him for now.

Britt be damned.

I was happy that at least Ian was here with him and made sure that I got to see him to. I looked up at Ian's eyes and could see the want there which I was sure probably reflected in my own. I knew that Ian felt that same pull that I did when we were with Isaac together...it was insanely confusing to me because I know that I'm a lesbian, but I can't explain my attraction to him.

"San?" Quinn cleared her throat snapping me out of my daze.

She stood beside me also smiling at Isaac.

"Yea, Q?" I asked turning towards her.

"If that is how you always look at Ian, I can see why B is so jealous. Shit, I'm jealous as your best friend. It's like when you two are together, no one else exists, almost exactly like you used to be when you were with Britt."

"Seriously?"

"Uh, yea. You definitely need to check that before it gets worse and you actually do something stupid."

"I can't help it, Q. I'm just so attracted to him...what am I supposed to do?"

"Absolutely nothing."

"Easier said than done."

"I know what you mean, that's how I felt after I had Beth...I felt this pull towards Puck but when we tried it and I slept with him...we realized that the attraction wasn't sexual at all just kind of parental...almost like a "we did this" attraction. My advice to you, don't do it...I wasn't married when I attempted it, but you my friend are supposed to be happily wed."

"I am happily wed. I love my wife. All I know is that right now my knight in shining armor is Ian and Britt doesn't like it one bit."

"Yea well, can you blame her for being upset?"

"It's more than that though, you know, she even punishes me for it...she gets really rough and then asks if I'm thinking about you or Ian. It just makes me want to fuck you two already, just so she can be right."

"I knew it!" Fuck...how does B always pop up at these kinds of moments? "So why don't you just do it already Ana?" I ignored her and looked back at Isaac. "Are you really ignoring me, Santana?"

I didn't turn around, I just nodded my head.

Britt had fucked me over and so in my eyes, she didn't deserve my fucking sympathy right now. Ian had apparently seen Britt before I did because he had already handed the baby back to the nurse and was storming down the hall towards me. I was still staring towards the nursery, not wanting to see the look on Britt's face. But I was still hyper aware of her though, I felt her come up behind me and I stiffened knowing what was next.

I yelped when she gripped the hell out of my arm and turned me around to face her. We'd hit a stride where she kept her aggressiveness in check, unleashing it on me during sex so I was in shock that she was doing this here in front of other people.

Quinn, my usually helpful buffer, was so unstable in that boot that she couldn't manage to step between me and Britt fast enough.

We stood toe to toe and I was refusing to look away. Q put her hand on my back and tried to calm me down.

"San we should go...Britt, don't do this here." Quinn pleaded. "Oh, thank God...are you ready to go, Ian?" Quinn asked, trying to get Ian to make me leave.

"No, Quinn I'm not quite ready." he said, as he shoved his way in front of me forcing Britt to let go of me. I was shocked that he had the balls to stand up against her. He was completely blocking me now, pushing me behind him and glaring at Brittany.

"Ian don't." I tried to protest but he ignored me.

"Brittany you need to leave right now or else." He said calmly.

"Or else what? Who the hell do you think you are to tell me what to do?" She grumbled at him.

"I haven't signed those papers yet, I still have full rights to Isaac and if you keep treating Santana this way, I won't let you adopt him."

"I'm his guardian." Britt said with more venom than I knew she possessed.

"For four more weeks" I squeaked out as I literally hid with my head against Ian's back.

I could feel his muscles clenched in anger and it made me feel safe as I rubbed my sore arm, knowing that I would have a new bruise there by the end of the day.

"Are you really fucking siding with him, Santana? Against me? Against your own wife?"

"So now I'm your wife?" I said, trying to see around Ian but he kept blocking me and eventually wrapped one of his arms backwards and lightly held my hand in his.

Quinn was still rubbing my back knowing that I was ready to explode and that this was not helping my feelings towards Brittany.

"I just came to bring you, your damn keys. Fuck you, Santana! I hope the three of you are really happy together!" I heard the jingle of keys as Ian caught them before she turned and the squeak of her sneakers against the tile faded away.

"Are you alright? Does your arm hurt, bad?"

"No...I've had worse."

He shook his head sadly.

"I don't doubt that. Come on, let's get out of here."

When we climbed back in the car, I let Ian drive again. I was too fucking distraught to focus on anything, especially the road. I hadn't let on to how much my arm hurt because when Britt was rough sometimes she pinned my arms behind my back and it was becoming the norm. Like I said though, I'd been through worse.

As we neared my neighborhood, I decided that I couldn't go down as a little bitch. Either we both fought for this marriage or neither of us did. It couldn't be one sided anymore and if I was going to be the bad ass bitch that I always was, I needed a breather from that apartment and all the things that reminded me of the bad decisions I'd made there.

"Take me home." I whispered.

"What?" Quinn said from the back seat sounding disappointed.

"I just need to pack a bag. I can't be in the apartment by myself this weekend or I'm going to fuck up and use...I know it."

I had been hoping that Britt had just driven straight to Dayton already, so that I would be able to be in and out but when we pulled up next to Britt's truck in the parking lot...I knew that shit was about to go from bad to worse. When Ian saw my expression, he went to get out of the car, but I stopped him.

"No, Ian. Let me talk to her okay? She isn't going to hurt me. I'll be back in 20 minutes." I said, thinking immediately of Marco and the way I was able to charm him enough to back off and he'd kept his word. From the moment I left that house, leaving my key behind, he'd never given me a reason to look back.

"If you aren't back in 20 minutes, I'm coming up there."

"No, you stay down here and let me handle this. That's my wife, not some villain."

I felt the tears slowly drying up as I approached the apartment. These last few weeks, I had done everything to honor the deal that I had made with her and she had taken advantage, but hadn't I let her? How much of this was I to blame for?

I was so frustrated and angry that we had gotten to this point. I never wanted to be afraid to go home again, my time with Marco had come to an end and everything was supposed to be smooth sailing from here out.

Everything was just so wrong. I shakily put my key in the lock and nearly lost my hand when Britt flung the door open. She looked more furious than I had ever seen her. When she saw that I was alone, she yanked me forward by my shirt and crashed her lips against mine.

I battled for dominance though, I wasn't going to just let her push me around anymore. I gripped her hair as she held me close to her body, I kicked the door shut and then pulled her further against me. She would not control me like this...this was MY apartment.

She moaned and then I pushed her back, wiping at my mouth as I caught my breath. Britt went to move at me again, but I put my hands up.

"No. Stop it...we need to talk-" I said but then her lips were on mine again, nipping at my lips.

"No." She whispered and then began to kiss me softly on my neck before nibbling.

My hand was in her hair and I gripped it tight, pulling her back.

"I told them that I would be back in twenty minutes."

"This won't take that long."

"Britt...please, don't we need to figure-" I tried again, but she lifted me by my thighs until I wrapped them around her waist and kissed me again. She was gentler as she rubbed at the back of my neck.

"You're mine...say it." She said, look at me with watery eyes.

"No."

"Fine, fuck talking then."

I kept my legs wrapped around her as I continued to hold her hair tight in my fist. I bit and sucked on her neck, wanting to send her to New York with my mark on her. She hissed as she carried me into the bedroom, digging her fingers into my thighs. She pulled me into the bedroom and then fell back on the bed so that I was straddling her.

She was looking up at me with lust and frustration, then she lifted both her hands and dropped them with full strength back down on my legs.

"Shit!" I growled and then pinched her nipples. "See you've forgotten who I am." I growled. "My divorce is final in a few days. We had a deal, remember? You going to be able to give up that slut?"

She shifted her hips so that I fell next to her on the bed and then she dropped on my back and pushed her fingers under my jean skirt.

"Seems like I have a type, she's not the only slut, is she?"

"Britt...that...you said you loved me." I groaned as she rubbed at my clit, using her legs to keep mine spread. I gripped the sheets as she worked me up for the first time in forever without penetration.

"You don't think I know what you did for those divorce papers, Santana? You haven't heard from him, have you?" I went still and then she moved her fingers down and slowly pressed them into me. I was groaning now and waiting for her to continue but she wasn't going to make it that easy. "Answer me...did you fuck him?" Then she slapped my ass before moving hyper speed on my clit again.

"Yesssssssss." I hissed.

"What was your part of the deal?"

"Only yours." I whispered. Another smack on my ass, then another. I was crying into the sheets now as she wailed on my ass as she knelt between my legs and I deserved it.

Right then, I finally got what Carmen meant by corrective spankings. I'd fucked up and she was giving me what I deserved.

"I can't believe you would fuck him and think I'd never know. Do you know how much it hurt to know that you went back to the house when I told you not to and let him fuck you...let him take what's mine?"

"I'm sorry." I cried.

"You're getting so wet baby, I think you're enjoying this...it's time for a new deal baby." She said, out of breath as she rubbed at my sore ass.

"No more deals...please?"

"You don't get to demand things. Is Ian next...hmm?"

"No."

"Liar!" She said, "You're a slut baby, you want to hurt me, so you go around fucking people to piss me off." She was gripping my hips now and grinding against my sore ass.

"Britt, please. I fucked up but I'm only yours!"

"You better be." I have never been able to resist Britt so when she plunged her fingers inside of me, I was instantly ready to cum. My pleads for forgiveness were weak as my hormones took over.

So pathetic!

"So good...only yours, B...fuck!"

"Your body could never lie to me, I know you wanted to act like you didn't want me but look at you." she said panting as she went harder and deeper.

"Please B...not now...fuck...they are down there in the car waiting."

"They can fucking wait."

"Shit...B-b I thought you were leaving? Why are you still here?"

"I am leaving. Flight leaves in two hours but I needed some sexy times first. Don't worry I'll be out of here in time for the threesome." She said as she went from two fingers to four.

"What? Fuck...ayyy! B..." I moaned out.

"I like you like this...calling out my name while your fuck buddies are downstairs."

"Shit! Al-always and o-ooooh fuck!" I came hard, shaking as she continued to grind on me. I'd thought I would top her and make her feel me later, but she'd overpowered me.

"It's been three minutes Ana, I definitely have time don't you think...I mean it's what you asked for after all."

She climbed off me and headed to the bathroom and fuck her for thinking it was over. I followed her and pressed her against the sink as she leaned over it. I looked at her in the mirror and then pushed four fingers inside her. Her eyes went wide as I used my other hand to wrap around her and rub her clit. She leaned against me as I worked her up.

"I'm only yours and soon enough you'll be only mine. Don't forget who the fuck I am! I am your wife. Say it. Who am I?"

"My wife! Fuck...faster." I went faster, and she groaned. I bit her shoulder and then sucked hard on her pulse point. She was squirming now as she came but I didn't stop. "No more." She whimpered.

"You aren't the only top, Britt Britt. When you get back here, you better be ready to start over. Understand?" Then I lifted my hand off her clit and slapped it back down against her wetness.

"SANTANA! YES! Baby, Baby...fuck me ANA!"

I did it repeatedly until she was leaned over, face pressed against the mirror trying to catch her breath.

"Who do you belong to?"

"You." She whispered. I slapped down against and she moaned louder. "YOU!"

"Good girl." I said to her and she looked up at me in the mirror, eyebrow raised. When I slipped out of her she shuddered and winked at me.

"New deal...you unlock the credit card and let me go fuck Frankie. I'll let you have Ian and Quinn...just once."

"No." I said backing out of the bathroom.

"No?"

"Go do your thing, I'll do mine and you come back here as my wife or you don't come back here at all. That's it."

"We'll see about that."

Shit. I poked the bear.

I left her there and went back to the room, grabbing my Cheerios travel bag and started throwing clothes into it. I was at the dresser grabbing my makeup bag, when I looked up in the mirror, to see Britt behind me, ready to repay me for topping her. I flinched as she pushed me forward and reached under my skirt shoving my panties to the side again, I tried to move away but she slammed into me so hard it took my breath away.

Why had I picked such a big dildo?

My stomach ached, and my insides clenched as she had her way with me, digging her fingers into my hips. I had no choice but to stay where I was and let her get what she needed from me, I grabbed onto the edge of the dresser and I screamed out...in pleasure...in pain.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard that you will still feel it next week! Why can't you ever play nice? What's my name, wife?"

"Britt...nayyyyy!"

"Who do YOU belong to? Who do you love?"

"On..only you. I love you!"

I had my face pressed into my makeup bag as she continued to ride me, and I came hard. She smiled and then kissed my shoulder.

"I love you too, baby." She groaned into my ear. "You fucked me so good."

"Oh yeah?" I said, tired but so ready to be hers at any moment.

"Yes. Look at me." When I looked up in the mirror again, I could see that she was wearing a goofy smile on her face. Had she suddenly taken her meds? "Cum for me." she reached under me and pinched my clit hard. My knees began to buckle but she was holding me up. "You only have five minutes left...cum for me now!"

"Britt...Britt! Mmmm...only you baby! Uh!" I screamed out as she slammed hard into me, going deeper than ever before.

I came hard and felt faint.

Why was I still turned on?

Was I really a slut?

Britt knew all my triggers and just kept pushing them whenever the hell she felt like it. When she finally pulled out of me, there was an insane smile on her face, almost maniacal. She slapped my ass and pulled my skirt back down.

"Be good while I'm gone, baby. I promise to come back ready to be only yours." She kissed my face as I stood on shaky legs. "I'm going to shower, be gone before I get out or I won't be able to resist."

When I heard the bathroom door close and the shower came on, I finally relaxed. I looked at my reflection and could see that I looked just like the slut that she saw me as.

Fuck.

When I finally finished packing, I grabbed some clean panties to change into since I was dripping. Even though I said to wait in the car, I still heard the front door open and close.

Next were his heavy footsteps.

Ian.

"Santana, honey, are you okay?" Ian said from the other side of my bedroom door. Stop with sweet shit...you're making it worse.

"Yea." I croaked out, my voice was almost gone. "I'll be out in a sec." I croaked out as I fixed my makeup and then closed my dresser drawers.

Britt came out of the bathroom a second later, looking freshly showered and in a new outfit. She looked hot as usual, ready to be fucked by that bitch in New York, straight off the plane.

Enjoy it while you can, Britt Britt, I wanted to say but I just looked at her and smiled.

"Did you take your meds?"

"Just now."

"Good."

I was moving slow towards her and then leaned up and kissed her lips. I was trying my best to ignore the pain but of course, she wouldn't let me.

"Is that your boyfriend that I heard?" she said looking at me and smirking.

"He's not my fucking boyfriend." I muttered.

I stripped down and grabbed my towel and a change of clothes, trying to move faster, knowing he was out there waiting for me.

"Ian?" I called out and he grunted.

"Yeah?"

"I need a shower...can you just go sit in the living room. I'll be out soon."

"Okay. I'm not going anywhere, take your time."

Britt smirked. "How sweet." She muttered. She advanced on me so quick, that I couldn't move fast enough to get away from her.

"What the heck are you doing?"

Before I knew it, she had pinned me against our room door and shoved three fingers inside of me. It was just enough to sting but not hurt. This was how I'd always liked it.

"B!" I moaned out. She was using her palm and mashing it into my clit and in no time at all, I was cumming again. I could feel the wetness dripping down my leg. "Fuck! B!" I moaned out.

"Feel good baby?" she whispered gently, as her eyes went all zoned out. This was my Brittany looking at me with love in her eyes. "I'm sorry about earlier, I know you're mine. I know you love me. When I come back, I'll be better. Promise."

"Please?" I begged.

She kissed me softly and I kissed her back, enjoying the feel of her like this. I squeezed her boob and she moaned before flicking my clit with her thumb.

"Fuck! Yes! I'm so close shit..."

I was panting as she fucked me straight through an orgasm and halfway to another.

"You don't have to take the deal while I'm gone but I won't be mad if you do. I love you."

She flicked my clit again and I became unhinged, screaming out her name at the top of my lungs. Knowing that Ian heard me, her grin got bigger. She chuckled and pulled out of me.

"Clean my fingers for me, babe."

I sucked her fingers into my mouth and sucked hard on them, loving the way I tasted on her fingers. After I licked her fingers clean, she lightly gripped my jaw and pressed her lips to mine because she always loved the taste of me from both sets of lips...but these the best.

"I'm going to leave first...I could stay in here with you forever and I really need to go."

I gripped up her jacket and sucked hard on her neck once more. When I pulled away, she looked all starry eyed and there was a hickey forming in plain sight.

"I love you, B no matter what."

"Always and only you, Ana."

I waited for her to leave before I went into the bathroom and locked the door just in case. I was still mad at her about restricting my access to my son. She was a stallion in the bedroom, but she was acting like a fucking snake in public and I needed this break from her.

Maybe when she came back, I would have my head sorted out.

How can you love and hate someone at the same time?

When I emerged from my bedroom, with a fresh face that was a bit swollen from all the crying, Ian was leaning against the counter watching me with concern.

He looked me over for any bruises but there wouldn't be anything visible, I had gotten too good at hiding things like that.

"Does that happen a lot? I swear, I didn't realize how possessive she gets."

I shrugged walking past him and opening the door.

"It's only like that when I'm around you or Quinn."

"So, every day then."

I shrugged again as I locked the door.

"Obviously, I enjoyed it...I did fuck her too."

"You actually sounded like you were in a lot of pain? Like you were crying."

Because I was at one point.

"Just let it go, okay? She just gets a little rough sometimes, but I'm used to that kind of thing. Like I told you earlier, I have dealt with much worse."

Rolling his eyes, Ian grabbed my bag and then held my hand as we headed down to the car. When we got to the top of the stairs I groaned out.

"Shit! Fucking stairs." I muttered.

"Want me to carry you?"

"No, I'm fine." I said as I slowly descended the steps. I urged him to go ahead in front of me, so Ian just waited for me at the bottom. It took me almost two minutes to make it down.

Back in the car Quinn was sitting in the back seat looking anxious. I smiled at her when she finally saw me. She frowned as Ian put my bag in the seat next to her and then ruffled her hair.

"Relax, Quinn, I didn't let anything bad happen to her."

"That's not what it sounded like."

My head hurt bad and I just wanted to curl up in a ball, but I couldn't. I was throwing up all my walls, trying to keep it together. Quinn turned to me and looked me over like Ian had.

"You look great, but I can tell you feel like shit."

"Thanks."

"I'm surprised that your neighbors don't complain with all that screaming...I could hear you all the way out here."

"My neighbor is a pervy old guy, he was probably whacking off!"

"Gross!"

I climbed into the driver seat and smiled at Ian's pout.

"You've had your fun grandma! Now let me show you how to really drive a BMW."

He smirked, and I just rolled my eyes. I could feel the tension coming from both and I didn't want to deal with it, but I knew that I had to.

"Alright, fine," I said when I realized they weren't going to let it go, "Did she say anything to you guys?" I said, turning in my seat so that I could look at both of them.

"Um she just shot me a dirty look as she went speeding past me in the kitchen...but she didn't say a word. She just seemed really pissed though."

I sighed and put my hand on Ian's knee.

"I'm sorry about that. My wife has lost her mind and I don't even know how to fix it. She's really jealous of you and I'm sorry."

He nodded, accepting my apology but not really agreeing with it. I sighed and then I turned to Quinn who still looked insanely upset.

"She smiled at me and told me to not let you get high or too drunk or you might get pregnant again. She laughed when she said that and then she kissed my cheek before climbing in her truck and driving off, it was a Brittany that I had never seen before, she was kind of scary. Are you okay, San?"

"Fuck her. She is basically pushing me into Ian's arms and then is mad about me even considering it."

"Well in my opinion you two do seem like given the chance you would go at it like animals. I know you both feel an attraction, but you must fight it! You are such good friends right now, no need to make it awkward."

"Why does everyone assume that I'm so fucking eager to cheat on my wife? Including my wife?"

"Um...because you have done it before."

"Ugh! Fuck my life! Screw it, I'm getting plastered tonight and Ian, if it happens, it happens...my wife is on her way to go more than two hundred miles just to fuck someone else...so if I fuck you, it's justified let's just do it with condoms this time."

Ian sat there looking shocked and turning all shades of pink. Quinn rolled her eyes at me and I gave her the finger as I turned away.

"As your best friend, who has seen the way you have been treated, I say an eye for an eye but as your sister, I say don't you fucking dare."

I rolled my eyes and pulled out of the parking lot. Ian held onto the door and I let out a laugh.

"Is this a car chase?" he said looking like he was going to shit himself as he looked behind us to see if we were being followed.

Both Quinn and I laughed.

"Yeah...my demons are chasing me, and they can fly, so make sure to duck!" I said flashing him a smile. I was determined to enjoy my weekend, two could play this game. Settled in my decision to let loose, I turned up my stereo to max volume. I was ready to get crazy tonight because let's be honest, who knew the next time I would be able to do this.