A/N : Thanx to; lil, luthorlove33 (you'll have to wait and see), Blue Cat, Lady Adyra (please, don't hate me, but do keep reading), jennycraig10 (I know Clark is good, but everyones halo slips occasionally), Lexnut, for the reviews.

Here is the next chapter.

(Disclaimer : see chapter 1)

"Hi" I said as I stepped out into the bedroom. I looked every which way but at Clark, but I knew he didn't take his eyes off me.

I pulled my dressing gown around me more tightly, almost as if it would protect me from the conversation I didn't want to have, but clearly had too.

"Hi" Clark replied. He was standing a few feet from me, wearing just his boxers and a worried expression.

"We should put some clothes on" I said quickly, realising that both his and mine distinct lack clothing was not helping either of us think clearly.

"Yeah, your probably right" Clark agreed and started to hunt for the rest of his clothes. I picked up my skirt and blouse, and one of my shoes. I passed Clark his jeans that were nearby, without looking at him at all.

"Here" I said as I pushed them at him. he took them quickly, thrusting something into my hand too. I cringed when I realised it was my bra. It reminded me, not only that I was practically naked in my bedroom with Clark, but also served to jog my memory about the events of the night before, in frightening detail. I shuddered at the memory of what we'd done. I had never felt so awful about myself as I did at that moment. I shuffled back into the bathroom, with my clothes under my arm, and returned five minutes later fully clothed.

I was releaved to find Clark was also dressed when I re-entered. I had only one thing I wanted to say to him and I said it clearly and immediately. I just closed my eyes and took a deep breath and let the whole thing flow out.

"Clark, last night was the biggest mistake of my life and I think we should both try to forget it for everyone's sake"

He was still staring at me, I could tell, even with my eyes closed. His eyes bored into me and I just silently prayed that he would answer me quickly so I could breathe again. Finally I heard him speak.

"Okay.....," that was good he was agreeing with me, ".....but....." not so happy now, I always hated that word, ".....what do we tell Lana and Lex?"

"Well, we don't have to tell them anything" I said, as if it were obvious.

"But....." there was that damn word again, ".....she's my wife and he's your husband....."

I cut him off mid-sentence.

"Yeah, well they might not want to be married to us anymore if they find out what we've done!" My eyes were wide open now, and I could feel the anger and frustration flowing through my veins, slowly taking over from the feelings of sadness and overwhelming guilt. I still felt these feelings but the rage was definitely becoming stronger and taking me over.

I was angry at myself, for allowing this to happen, and I was angry at Clark for the same, but then I was angry at Lana too, for causing Clark to come here, and then at Lex for the way he'd treated me and yelled at me the night before, and then I was back to self-loathing because I'd tried to blame my husband and my friend for something they were innocent of.

It was a viscious circle of pain, anger and anguish, that I had started and one that I did not see an end to. I wanted desperately to be free of that feeling but my mind was stuck on this never-ending track and I had no chance of escape.

Clark must have realised that my mind was in overdrive, because he asked me if I felt okay. Was it really possible that I looked as bad I feels? In that case, I was definitely going to avoid all reflective surfaces. Considering the circumstances it was a really a stupid question to ask anyway.

"Am I okay? Am I okay?" I repeated at a ridiculously loud volume and in a manic tone, "You're asking me if I'm okay?" I waved my arms in frantic gestures and I was practically screaming at the guy.

"If okay means filled with panic and frustration and confusion and guilt, or if okay means feeling like your life is over or at least that it's spiralling out of control, then yes! Yes I am definitely okay" You will notice that my sarcasm remained with me even at a time like this. I guess it's like a defence mechanism for me.

Suddenly there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Who is it?" I called, like the reflex it had become.

"I beg your pardon, madam" a butler's voice echoed into the room, "but I have a young lady on the telephone, a Mrs Lana Kent, who wishes to speak to her husband. Could you tell me which room you put him in last madam, so that I might inform him of the telephone call"

I had no idea what to say or what to do. If I told the truth, and let them know I had spent the night with Clark, the servants would defintly tell Lex. I had gained their loyalty over the years I had been married to their master, but their loyalty to him still outranked that which they had for me. If I lied, and told them Clark was in another room, what would they say when they went to that room and found, not only that Clark wasn't there but also, that the bed had not been slept in?

Either way Lex was going to find out what I'd done, what we'd done. My life was over.

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