Important Author's Note: Seeing as many of you asked about this, I decided that I would answer your questions before continuing with this story.

Yes I do believe in abstinence, but I know that I cannot instill all of my beliefs in my characters. I have to let them have their own personalities, their own opinions, and their own beliefs. Yes I can model Chloe after myself, but I cannot make her into who I am. The way I have set up Chloe's character is so that she is her own person, able to make her own choices. Now I may not always agree with what she does (I know I'm the author and there for dictate all her actions, but to be honest, I don't write the story. It writes itself.) she has to make her own choices, her own mistakes. I hope I explained myself well. I'm sorry if I confused anybody with what I said. Oh well. Anyway, on with the story.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chloe woke the next morning tired and sore between her legs, but she was happy. She opened her eyes slowly, taking in the way the morning light played across Sark's sleeping form. Pulling the sheets up over her bare torso, Chloe curled up closer to him and rested her head on his chest. His heartbeat was slow and rhythmic, his breathing easy. A hand traveled up her side, sending tantalizing chills down her spine. She opened her eyes slowly, an easy smile spreading across her face as she caught Sark's gaze

His fingers were tracing slow circles on her arm and Chloe felt herself falling prey to his touch. She closed her eyes and moaned gently as his fingers moved to her stomach. His touch was addictive and Chloe knew she would never get enough of it. Sark's lips caught hers passionately. Chloe gave herself up into the kiss, allowing Sark's tongue to ravage her mouth. She moaned as his hands slid down to her waist.

All too soon Sark's lips left hers, leaving Chloe aching for more. His eyes bore into hers and she felt as if he were reading her innermost thoughts. He cupped her cheek with a strong hand and brushed his thumb against her soft skin.

"I love you Chloe," he said, his voice low and husky. A shiver ran down Chloe's spine at the words.

"I love you too." She said, her lips turned up in a gentle smile. She loved the way her name dripped off his lips, the way he said the three words she loved to hear him say. She kissed him gently. Sark moved slightly, keeping his lips on hers, and covered her body with his own. His kisses traveled down to her neck and Chloe could not control her emotions. She moaned as his hands began to travel over every inch of her body, and soon became lost in the moment

Wiping the steam off the mirror in the bathroom, Chloe studied herself. Her face was flushed, her hair wet and hanging around her shoulders in limp curls. She couldn't help but smirk as she caught sight of the hickey on her neck. If her parents could see her now they would have quite a few things to tell her. But Chloe was a big girl. She was able to make her own decisions and she was able to deal with any of the consequences that might be result of that decision.

She reached over for her make-up bag that sat on the counter in front of her and carefully applied concealer and blush so as to hide the hickey. After pulling on a pair of jeans and a black sweater with a v-neck, Chloe emerged from the bathroom and headed into the living room. Sark sat on the couch, his jeans and button up shirt molded to his body, flipping through the channels. He looked up at Chloe as she sat down beside him, and pulled her into his body.

Sark loved the way Chloe's body molded to his. He loved the way she fit so perfectly against him. Okay, so he was turning into a mushy fool, but he was in love. For the first time in his life, Julian Sark was completely and utterly in love. And it had changed him. Though at times he hated what love had done to him, turning him from a tough as nails son-of-a-bitch who felt no remorse over killing an innocent person, into a sentimental idiot who stumbled over himself whenever Chloe was near.

His hand found its way under her sweater and rested on her warm stomach. The night before had been amazing. It was so hard for him to believe that Chloe had been a virgin until that night. She had caught onto things so quickly, had returned his passion equally, and had made their night together so sweet with her quiet inexperience. It was funny that way. She was inexperienced, but at the same time it was as if she had done it before.

Sark rained kisses on her neck, traveling over her jaw line and kissing her nose gently. Chloe murmured something that Sark couldn't quite make out, and snuggled further into his hold. She tilted her head back so that it rested on his shoulder, granting him better access to her swan like throat. His hand traveled further up her stomach till it rested just below the curve of her breast, and his lips moved over her throat with feverish passion and need. Chloe moaned. He loved it when she did that. There was no greater way to boost a man's confidence than by letting him know he was pleasing his woman. Just as his hand was about to run over her breast, the hotel phone rang.

Chloe stood to answer the phone, but Sark clung onto her hand, wanting her to stay in his arms.

"Let the machine get it." He pouted.

"It might be important," Chloe argued, trying to tug her hand free.

"How important can it be?" He asked, "It's just a hotel phone, and nobody knows we're here."

"Julian." She replied in a lightly reprimanding voice.

"Chloe," Sark said, startling himself. He was actually whining. Julian Sark never whined. Chloe rolled her eyes and Sark reluctantly let her go. He watched her walk over to the phone, admiring the way her hips swayed with each step.

She knew he was watching her, so Chloe made sure to wiggle her ass a little more than she normally did. She liked the fact that Sark found her desirable enough to want to sleep with her. She smirked to herself as she picked up the phone.

"Hello?" she said. There was a strange sound on the other line, almost like somebody was clearing their throat, then the dial tone sounded in her ear. Chloe pulled the receiver away from her ear and looked at it curiously, as if the answer could be found in its polished handle.

"Who was it?" Sark asked from behind her. His arms wrapped around her waist and his mouth planted soft kisses on her neck.

"I don't know," she replied placing the receiver back on its cradle, "must have been a wrong number." She let Sark turn her around in his arms and kiss her passionately on the mouth. They moved as one to the couch and fell down. Sark's hands moved up under her sweater for the second time that morning and Chloe quickly unbuttoned his shirt.

"Well?" asked the stoic man, his fingers tapping impatiently on the polished surface of the mahogany desk he sat behind.

"We've located them sir." Replied the man that stood before him, his hands clasped behind his back. "It won't be long before we have the disk in our possession."

"And you're sure they haven't figured out what's on it?" the elderly man asked.

"Positive sir." The henchman replied.

"Good." The older gentleman turned his chair around to face the window that stretched across one wall of his office. "The girl must never know what is on that disk. Do you hear me?" He spun back around quickly.

"Yes sir." The younger man replied.

"You can kill Sark," the man continued, "but I want Savannah alive."

"Of course sir." With that the henchman turned on his heel and exited the spacious office.

Picking up the photo that sat on his desk, the older man looked at it with glint in his eyes.

"It won't be long now Savannah, it won't be long before I have you back."

Oh the plot thickens. Lol. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. If y'all are worried about the lack of action going on, don't worry. The next chapter will be action packed you all have my word on that. Please review and tell me what you thought.

PS. Sorry it was a short chapter. I'll try and make the next one longer.

Eyghon: The opinion of an actual French person means a great deal to me. I have never been to France and have only seen a few pictures so I wasn't sure if my description would be good or not. And the whole thing with "bistro" was I didn't want to keep repeating restaurant. I didn't realize it was such an unromantic word. Lol.

Freakygirl: You make a good point. I had forgotten Vaughn speaks French.

Alias-Addict-4-Life: I'm Christian actually. Presbyterian to be more exact.

Beethoven, Illyria04, Reesie06, Sarks-Girl-89, majesticness, csk8-20, and Zeriae: Thank you all for reviewing this story. You all mean so much. I hope that you will continue to enjoy what I write.