"I'd like to be the first to congragulate you on your engagement,
Trevor."
"I'd say thank you, but considering how you just ruined my ball"
"Bullshit," she interrupted. "What I just did and your engagement are two separate issues. Why are you marrying Samantha and don't tell me it's love. It couldn't be love because your future daddy-in-law is a media mogul!" she hissed.
"Or that she is worth billions. Not to mention the fact that Samantha comes from one of Bregnia's oldest families. (AN: Were Monica and Bregnia once one country or were they always separate. I can't remember.) When you've gotten in with one of the families, you can pretty much become God."
"If I didn't know any better Aeon, I'd say you're jealous," teased Trevor.
"Hell will freeze over when I become jealous of "Miss Thing." You can marry whomever you want. I sure as hell don't care. Have tons of kids. She can be Mrs. "Susie Fucking Homemaker" for all I care and be president of the PTSA and head of the carpool. I hear those soccer ball stickers on the minivans are quite popular," retaliated Aeon. "Just tell me why. Why her?"
"Because it could never be you."
"Trevor," she interrupted.
"Let me finish. I'm not getting any younger. Sure we've had fun, but it was never serious. Samantha is the perfect political wife. She has the money, connections, family background, and education. Nobody marries for love anymore. Why should you care?" He spat out.
"I don't."
"Then why the hell did you assassinate an ambassador and bomb my new Peace Center.
"For the money and kicks, of course." He grabbed her by the shoulders. "You bitch, I've worked for nearly two years for this night and your ruin it because your ego's been bruised."
"Trevor, stop! You're hurting me," she pleaded.
"The only reason I kept you around was because you were a good piece of ass. But even that isn't an acceptable reason for letting you get away with what you've done. You're useless to me now anyway," he screamed as he threw her on the floor.
"Honey the sex wasn't that great. Your boy Kendrick is so much better," she fired back.
"You slept with my best friend?" (AN: I know, more Jerry Springer than Aeon.)
"You sleep with me, then propose to someone else two weeks later."
"Don't be that way Aeon, you were the one to open your legs," he said mockingly.
Aeon tripped him and they started wrestling on the ground with each other. Trevor pinned her to the ground. He glared at her, but was surprised by what he saw in her eyes. He saw tears.
"You've never used that tactic before," he mocked.
"Go to hell."
"If I go, you'll be right along with me. Who hired you to assassinate the ambassador?"
"Now you know, I never reveal my employers, sweetie."
"You'll tell me or I'll kill you myself," he threatened.
"Not like you haven't tried before."
"Do you have any idea what you've cost me tonight?"
"Nothing, I gave it up for free, remember?"
"Trevor!" someone yelled from far away. "Trevor where are you?"
"Sounds like your fiance' How will it look when she finds you on top of me?" she threatened.
Trevor got up and pulled Aeon up as well.
"Trevor, you're okay!" exclaimed Samantha as she ran towards him.
He looked behind, but couldn't find Aeon anywhere.
"I thought I told you to stay with the guards. Where are they?" he asked while hugging her.
"The prime ministers of Loughton and Alam were trapped, so I told them that I'd be okay and to go help them, she responded.
"Who was on the balcony with you?" she asked as they returned to the ballroom.
"The person who's responsible for all of this," he said in disgust.
"Your leg is bleeding.
"He looked down and sure enough, it was. He looked through the nearest window and was met with a pair of eyes that were all too familiar.
"My work is done," she said to herself and then vanished into the night.
"I'd say thank you, but considering how you just ruined my ball"
"Bullshit," she interrupted. "What I just did and your engagement are two separate issues. Why are you marrying Samantha and don't tell me it's love. It couldn't be love because your future daddy-in-law is a media mogul!" she hissed.
"Or that she is worth billions. Not to mention the fact that Samantha comes from one of Bregnia's oldest families. (AN: Were Monica and Bregnia once one country or were they always separate. I can't remember.) When you've gotten in with one of the families, you can pretty much become God."
"If I didn't know any better Aeon, I'd say you're jealous," teased Trevor.
"Hell will freeze over when I become jealous of "Miss Thing." You can marry whomever you want. I sure as hell don't care. Have tons of kids. She can be Mrs. "Susie Fucking Homemaker" for all I care and be president of the PTSA and head of the carpool. I hear those soccer ball stickers on the minivans are quite popular," retaliated Aeon. "Just tell me why. Why her?"
"Because it could never be you."
"Trevor," she interrupted.
"Let me finish. I'm not getting any younger. Sure we've had fun, but it was never serious. Samantha is the perfect political wife. She has the money, connections, family background, and education. Nobody marries for love anymore. Why should you care?" He spat out.
"I don't."
"Then why the hell did you assassinate an ambassador and bomb my new Peace Center.
"For the money and kicks, of course." He grabbed her by the shoulders. "You bitch, I've worked for nearly two years for this night and your ruin it because your ego's been bruised."
"Trevor, stop! You're hurting me," she pleaded.
"The only reason I kept you around was because you were a good piece of ass. But even that isn't an acceptable reason for letting you get away with what you've done. You're useless to me now anyway," he screamed as he threw her on the floor.
"Honey the sex wasn't that great. Your boy Kendrick is so much better," she fired back.
"You slept with my best friend?" (AN: I know, more Jerry Springer than Aeon.)
"You sleep with me, then propose to someone else two weeks later."
"Don't be that way Aeon, you were the one to open your legs," he said mockingly.
Aeon tripped him and they started wrestling on the ground with each other. Trevor pinned her to the ground. He glared at her, but was surprised by what he saw in her eyes. He saw tears.
"You've never used that tactic before," he mocked.
"Go to hell."
"If I go, you'll be right along with me. Who hired you to assassinate the ambassador?"
"Now you know, I never reveal my employers, sweetie."
"You'll tell me or I'll kill you myself," he threatened.
"Not like you haven't tried before."
"Do you have any idea what you've cost me tonight?"
"Nothing, I gave it up for free, remember?"
"Trevor!" someone yelled from far away. "Trevor where are you?"
"Sounds like your fiance' How will it look when she finds you on top of me?" she threatened.
Trevor got up and pulled Aeon up as well.
"Trevor, you're okay!" exclaimed Samantha as she ran towards him.
He looked behind, but couldn't find Aeon anywhere.
"I thought I told you to stay with the guards. Where are they?" he asked while hugging her.
"The prime ministers of Loughton and Alam were trapped, so I told them that I'd be okay and to go help them, she responded.
"Who was on the balcony with you?" she asked as they returned to the ballroom.
"The person who's responsible for all of this," he said in disgust.
"Your leg is bleeding.
"He looked down and sure enough, it was. He looked through the nearest window and was met with a pair of eyes that were all too familiar.
"My work is done," she said to herself and then vanished into the night.