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Tristen awoke to Alex massaging her one of her breasts. She smiled at him, pulling the sheets from their nude bodies and spread her legs invitingly. Alex was never one to pass up a sexual invitation.

"Hmm, that was a great party last night." Tristen said as Alex began to move inside of her.

"Do you always have to talk when we're having sex?" Alex asked. She was much easier to be with when she only opened her mouth to give him a blow job.

"Fine then." Tristen shoved Alex off of her and got off the bed.

"Come on, Tristen." Alex moaned. "Are you still upset that Lara caught us last night?"

"Well, if you weren't being so loud then she wouldn't have." Tristen snapped. She pulled on a sheer robe and walked out of the bedroom and over to the refrigerator in the tiny hotel room Alex had rented since he had bought a new apartment and had been informed he and Tristen wouldn't be able to move in for another week. Alex got off the bed, pulling his clothes on and followed her into the kitchen.

"Don't be like this, Tris. Let's not argue." He murmured, sliding his hands under her robe. "Come on, let's go back to bed."

"I can't, Alex. I have to perform later and I still have some things to do. I don't have time." Tristen responded, slapping his hands away.

"Do you want me to come watch you sing?" Alex asked, realizing that he wasn't going to be getting his morning dose of sex.

"If you want to." Tristen shrugged. "I don't really care."

"Oh, okay, cause Sam wanted to see me about a few jobs later tonight."

"Yeah, should I wait up for you?" Tristen snapped, giving him a particularly dirty look.

"What are you mad about now?" Alex asked.

"Why should I be mad? You're only blowing me off so you can go get drunk with your friends."

"I'm not blowing you off, you said that you didn't care if I came to see you or not."

"So then you can run off with your buddies and leave me home all by myself?"

"Look, do you want me to come to see you sing or not?" Alex demanded. Tristen was getting on his last nerve.

"I don't care." Tristen snapped.

"Then I'm not going to go." He said.

"God, you are such an asshole!" Tristen shouted. "I don't even know why I'm dating you!"

"Ditto!" Alex shouted back.

"Get out of here!" Tristen shouted, pointing towards the door.

"You're throwing me out?! Who the hell paid for this place?!" Alex demanded.

"I hate you!" Tristen shouted for lack of anything more intelligent to say.

"Go to hell, Tristen." Alex grabbed his jacket from the pile of clothing that lay on the floor and stormed out of the hotel room, slamming the door behind him.

"Alex!" Tristen shouted after him. "Alex!" He was gone. "Fine then!" Tristen shouted, tears welling in her eyes. "Just go away!" Suddenly, she realized that she was alone. Tristen ran to the door, opened it and looked around frantically. Alex was gone. Tristen walked back inside, crying.

"Don't leave me, Alex." She sobbed. How could he be mad at her? He was so mean to her and she never did anything to him. She kept telling herself how much she deserved someone much, much better then him. Who did he think he was talking to her like that anyways? I'll show him to treat me like that. She thought. Tristen took a large metal serving spoon from one of the kitchen drawers and walked into the bedroom. She held it above her head and swung it at the large mirror that hung over the dresser. She hit it again and again until there was nothing left of the mirror. She picked up one of the jagged pieces of glass and walked into the bathroom.

He's going to regret hurting me. Tristen thought. He's going to be so sorry. She used the piece of glass to slice into her arm.

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"Hello?" Lara asked after she pressed the phone to her ear.

"Lara? This is Richard." A deep voice said.

"Hello Richard. What can I do for you?" Lara asked, her heart skipping a beat. She set the TV dinner Hillary had microwaved for her down on the small end table, giving the caller her full attention.

"Are you busy tomorrow night?" He asked.

"No, I'm not."

"Well, would you like to go out to dinner with me?" He asked.

"I would love you."

"Excellent!" He smiled. "I know the perfect place. I'll pick you up around eight then."

"I'll see you then."

"Oh, and Lara, the dress code is formal, so I suppose I'll receive the rare pleasure of seeing you in a dress."

"I suppose you will." Lara smiled. "I'll see you at eight." She hung up, smiling.

"Who was that?" Hillary asked, entering the room and raising an eyebrow.

"Richard." Lara said. "He's taking me out to dinner on Friday."

"Richard?" Hillary asked. "Richard the Duke of York?"

"The very same." Lara smiled.

"You like him, don't you?" Hillary asked.

"Well, I haven't grown tired of his company yet." Lara said, noncommittally. She did enjoy Richard's company and although they didn't have the connection she desired to have with a lover, she had grown terribly lonely over the years with only Hillary and Bryce to talk to. Sometimes she found herself awake at night thinking of Richard. . . . . . or Alex. Tomb raiding was the only way to get her mind off of her loneliness.

"So, I suppose you'll need a dress to wear then." Hillary said, his voice cutting through Lara's thoughts, a smiling coming to his face as he began to think of ways to turn his unruly Lara Croft into a prim and proper Lady.

Lara shook her head at him. "Hilly, I have a dress." She told him. "I'm going to train a little before dinner. Please hold my calls."

"Certainly, Lara."

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