A/N : How far did they go? Read on to find out.....
(Disclaimer : see chapter 1)
I tried to prise my eyes open but this little voice kept saying 'keep your eyes closed, you don't want to know what happened' but I, being the idiot I am, ignored this advice and forced my way through the darkness of sleep. When my eyes finally cracked open, the brightness of the real world almost blinded me as I tried to focus on where I was.
Straight away I knew I should have listened to that little voice that had warned me not to look, as the body next to me came into focus. I was in my bed, mine and Lex's, but it was not my husbands head on the pillow next to mine. It was not his body I could see rising and falling with each breath as he slept and it was not his arm that was lying over my body.
As I looked over at Clark, the memory of last night finally trickled into my mind and I felt sick.
'What the hell have you done now, Chloe?!' I cursed myself internally, as I slid out from under the arm that had held me as I slept. I slipped on my dressing gown and made for the en suite bathroom.
I was surprised, unpleasantly so, to find various pieces of mine and Clarks clothing strewn around the room between the bed and the door. I tripped on one of my shoes and what I thought was Clark's jeans as I reached the bathroom door and practically fell into the room.
I closed the door behind me and locked it quickly, before sitting down on the edge of the bath tub. I started to cry again, and I cried almost as hard, if not harder, than I had the night before. The night before, when I had committed the worst possible crime against my husband, short of murdering him.
I, Chloe Sullivan-Luthor, had just slept with another guy. Not just any other guy, oh no, I had style, I had slept with my Clark Kent, best friend to my husband and husband to my friend.
What sort of wife was I? What kind of human being does that?
I was disgusted with myself, completely and utterly repulsed, by my own reflection as I spotted it in the bathroom mirror.
Last nights make up was still on my face in places, my hair was a mess and my eyes were red and puffy from cringe, but none of this was my reason for not wanting to look at myself. I couldn't stand the sight of my own face because I hated myself. I had betrayed the man I loved, and to me, that was the worst thing I could ever have done.
"Chloe?"
There was a light tap on the door, as Clark said my name. I opened my mouth to answer him but tears started to drown my voice and I honestly didn't know what I wanted to say anyway. What could I say to him?
"Chloe, I think we should talk" he said next and I knew he was probably right, but I also knew that no amount of talking was going to fix what I had broken. No amount of talking would turn back the clock and put right what I had done. I was guilty of betrayal on two counts. I had betrayed Lex, my husband, and Lana, my friend, for one night with Clark. I was pathetic. The worst part was that I didn't even know why I had done it. I was happy with Lex, more or less, and I certainly had not planned to sleep with Clark. He was a good friend and I loved him so much, but I hadn't thought about him like that in years. Now I had committed the biggest crime possible against the man I was truly in love with a man that just happened to be there when I was lonely.
"I'm coming out" I managed to speak to Clark, "Just give me a minute"
I washed my face and took a deep breath before moving towards the door. I had no idea what I was going to say to Clark, or worse, what I was going to say to Lex when he came home, but I had to talk to them, both of them, if I was going to save my marriage.
A/N : Okay, if you are a Chlexer you probably hated that but trust me on this, there is a point to it all and the story will have a happy Chlex ending - eventually. Please review and I will update soon.