Chapter 3

Chloe walked up the stone steps to the door of the mansion. She shifted uncomfortably, the last time she was here it was to attend the wedding of a man she loved and hated at once. Visions of the wedding filled her mind. She remembered she wore black. Clark had tried to talk her out of it, it was a wedding, you just didn't wear black to a wedding. But she didn't care about the superstitions, she was there to mourn a past relationship, not celebrate this new one before her.

Lex had looked at her on and off all night and when he danced with his new bride he couldn't help but look at her. She danced with Clark and hid her face inhis jacket to ward off the tears. A few times she imagined herself dancing with Lex, but it wasn't the same. She wasn't the one in the designer bridal gown. She wasn't the one dancing with the groom who happened to be the man of her dreams. Chloe stood there, a 20 year old virgin. There had been only one man she loved and one man she had been willing to give herself to, and he hadn't wanted her. He hadn't said those exact words, but he hadn't been willing to wait for her. Three short months and they were over. The I love you's he whispered into her neck during hot make out sessions and the endless baubles of jewelry she laughed at. She didn't want jewelry. She didn't want his money. She had only wanted one thing. To have enough balls to tell him she loved him too. And she hadn't. She couldn't bring herself to do it. The morning she woke up, the day before she'd be leaving for Met U she had decided to do it. It was something she had worked up all summer for. And when she opened the door to Helen, standing there with a tear streaked face asking if Lex was home, she had given up. First it was Clark, and he ditched her for Lana. And now it was Lex and he'd ditch her for Helen. So before she even woke Lex up she packed and left. Leaving Helen in the living room fending for herself. She hadn't seen Lex for two years until he came to her about the wedding. And now he was divorced. She should be relieved. But she wasn't. She stood here now on his front step, finger inches from the bell. 'Just push it.' She said to herself. And with a little more encouragement and fifteen minutes of dead silence she lunged her finger up against the bell. 'RUN!' she screamed inside herself. But her feet stay planted.

"Hello, how may I help you?" the butler inquired.

"My name is Ms. Sullivan and I would like to speak with Mr. Luthor." All confidence appeared and she was shocked that she had mustered up enough to say just that.

"Do you have an appointment?" he asked her quizzically.

"Of course." She flat out lied to him.

"Follow me, the master is in his office." She smirked at the word master. The butler walked with much pride to the office of one Mr Luthor and knocked lightly but firmly.

"WHAT?!" a booming voice came from behind the door. The butler winced and gave her a 'god-he'll-kill-us-both' look. She patted his arm before he could say anything and said quietly to him, "You can leave, I can handle him myself." The butler nodded and scurried away.

She knocked once again. Harder and louder than the previous one. "I SAID WHAT? JESUS DON'T YOU PEOPLE LISTEN?!"

Chloe opened the door and saw Lex sitting sprawled out on the couch. His head leaned against the back of it and his eyes closed tightly. One hand rubbing his eyes and the other had a death grip on a glass filled with an amber colored liquid. She walked over in front of him, not making a sound compliments of the thick rug beneath her heels. She firmly placed one hand on her hip and sternly said, "Alexander Joseph Luthor, what crawled up your ass and died?"

His head shot up and the glass of liquor fell to the ground. "What the fuck are you doing here?" was all he could muster up to say in a voice of pure disbelief. She grinned and sat down on the table in front of him, her legs crossed and her elevated foot rested between his legs on the couch.

"I came to claim what's mine." She said matter of factly.

His eyebrow shot up and he leaned back again closing his eyes. "I'm not in the mood for games. Leave." He felt the air around him change and sensed her getting up. Hence the foot leaving the couch. He let out a hard sigh and was about to tell her to come back when he felt a hardness press against him. He closed his eyes tighter. 'She is not straddling me.' He told himself. He opened one eye and saw her face inches from his. 'Oh, god, she is straddling me.'

She took his hand in hers and placed it on her breast. "Do you feel that?"

He nodded with a haze of lust sweeping over his face. She had come here for one reason, to make him feel all better. She was going to grant him a pity fuck and be done with it. Afterall if she didn't take advantage of his situation then she may remain a virgin her whole life. This was the man she wanted to lose it to. And she had had her mind set on that for two years. "My heart, do you feel it?"

Lex's eyes cleared and he smiled. He remembered this. The first time he told her he loved her he had put her hand to his chest and said the same thing. "My heartbeat, it says your name." He pulled her down to him and kissed her hard. Harder than he would have like to, but she reciprocated and felt him grow hard against her.

She absentmindedly rocked into him and his hands grabbed at her hips pushing her down firmly on him. She pulled back from the kiss and let out a low moan. "I've missed you, Lex."

He smiled at her. A true genuine smile and kissed her lightly on the lips. She nuzzled her face into his neck and he felt her tongue sweeping across his skin. He wrapped his arms around her tightly. "God, Helen." Chloe's head shot up and she jumped off of him.

He gave her a confused look. "What?"

A tear strolled down her cheek and she walked backwards to the door. "I can't believe this."

"What?" he sat up straight and looked at her intently. She had killed his buzz and he couldn't understand what she was talking about. The tears came quicker and he stood and walked towards her.

"You.just, you just said her name." Her hands flew up in rage around her and he took one of her wrists in her hand.

"What are you talking about?" He honestly appeared to her as though he hadn't a clue.

"You called me Helen!" She slapped him hard across his face and wrenched her wrist from his hand. "I can't believe I just came here to tell you everything I didn't when we were actually together. How much I love you and how long I've waited for you, and." her voice strained and her face paled at her next words. "And you called me Helen." She finished with a hushed broken voice.

He stared at her dumbfoundedly. "God, Chloe, I'm so sorry." He moved towards her to And she backed into the wall. She stared at him and then slapped him again.

He stepped back and she took the chance to run from the room. When she made it to her car she leaned her head on the steering wheel and let the tears flow rapidly. "I am so stupid." She said to herself quietly. She didn't notice when Lex got into her passenger seat.