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Stacy and Jason walked up the 3 flights of stairs leading to Stacy's apartment, ha apartment, more like hellhole she thought as she walked to her door. Jason still on full alert looked around her floor.

"This is uh.it's a nice place you have here."

Stacy smiled at him as she unlocked her door. Taking one more look around the outside Jason walked into Stacy's home, closing the door behind him. The outside may have been pretty bad but the inside wasn't too bad. The multi colored apartment kind of had a female-bachelor ring to it. Unlike Sonny Corinthos' entire dark black apartment, of course before Carly came into the picture, this one was totally different. The apartment was clean from top to bottom. 'Probably wouldn't be able to find a speck of dust here' Jason thought to himself. Stacy continued threw her apartment and turned to see Jason looking around. Smiling to herself she took off her jacket, quickly stopping as a shot of pain went threw her body. Immediately noticing, Jason hurried to her side.

"Are you okay?" Taking a hold of her hand he could see she was in pain and not just a little bit. Reaching under her shirt he lifted it up just enough to see the huge bruise starting to form.

"How did this happen?" Trying to put on a brave face, Stacy smiled at Jason, knowing that he obviously found her bruises.

Thinking fast she said the first thing that popped into her head. "I fell yesterday, it still kind of hurts."

"What'd you fall onto, huh? A fist maybe?" Taking offense to his words, she quickly pulled away from his embrace and walked over to the front door opening it up.

"Get out". She didn't really want him to leave, but she knew if he got too close into her world he would get hurt. For some reason she couldn't allow that, not only that but she couldn't stop thinking about him, dreaming of him. Wondering what his embrace would feel like, his lips upon her lips, the feel of them making love.

Even though she was still a virgin she still dreamed of him being her first. If she opened up to him she knew Connor or someone else would hurt him and she couldn't allow that to happen. She was fine with if she got hurt, but she couldn't allow him to get caught in the crossfire.

Standing firmly in his place, he crossed his arms. If she wanted him out she would have to throw him out, the only way he was going to leave was once she finally told him what happened.

"I'm not leaving, not until you tell me what happened to cause those bruises, why your out walking on the docks early in the morning hours, and why you're dressed like that! And especially why you're lying to me!"

"Lying to you? You want to know so much about me buddy? Fine! You know what happened to me? Some business guy happened to me, he wanted me to sleep with him, and I said no he threw me up against the wall. You want me to go into detail about every bruise on my body huh? You know why I'm dressed like this? Because I'm a stripper, I'm a slut, I'm a whore! My father doesn't give a shit about me, and for some reason I care about you and I don't want you getting hurt!"

Breathing hard, trying to catch her breath, how could she just reveal all of that to a total stranger? What if the guy was some psycho? Deep down she knew he wasn't a psycho she felt safe for the first time in a long time ever since he showed up.

Trying to hold back his anger he made a mental note to find out who she was with that hurt her and personally make this person pay for hitting a woman. He knew about her past but he didn't know she was now stripping. That's why she said her name was Candy. Finally putting two and two together, he looked deep into her tear filled eyes.

Taking slow steps towards her he put his hand over hers and slowly closed her front door. Never taking his eyes off of her, he leaned down and finally let into temptation softly letting his lips touch hers. If she pushed him away he wouldn't push her or do it again until he knew she wanted him to, but she wasn't pushing him away. Instead she was wrapping her arms around his neck, opening her mouth welcoming his tongue to dance with hers.

Slowly pushing his tongue into her welcoming mouth reality finally hit her, she shouldn't be doing this. Pushing him away with all of her strength, she stared into his obviously hurt eyes. Brushing her fingers across his mouth she realized she was also hurt by her actions.

"I'm sorry" He didn't understand it; she seemed like this was what she wanted too.

"You have no reason to be sorry, I should be sorry. I thought this is what you wanted to.I mean everything you just told me I shouldn't of just kissed you like that, I mean if you wanted to be kissed then you wouldn't of pushed me away so it's obvious."

Before he could finish he felt again Stacy's lips crashing down on his, only this time she really wasn't pushing him away. She was taking control and he couldn't help but enjoy being controlled.

*Sorry guys! Wanted to make you guys wait a little bit, I'll try to update tomorrow but if not by tomorrow then definitely by Sunday! Believe me it'll be worth it!*