To my reviewers: Again, ya'll kick ass!

For everyone who has said, "Why can't Suze just divorce Paul?" Well, the reason she can't will be answered in this chapter.

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Suze's POV:

"Suze, Paul, glad you're back!" Mom said as we walked in through the front door. "Mr. Santos would like to discuss a few things with you about this marriage."

I sighed and walked into the dining room with Paul. We met with Mr. Santos, who would now be our mutual lawyer. "Ms. Simon, Mr. Slater." Mr. Santos nodded to us.

"First off, I'd like to congradulate you both." I glared daggers at Mr. Santos, who cleared his throat and continued. "Next, there are a few conditions to this marriage you both need to be aware of."

"Conditions?" I said warily. "Like...?"

"First, neither of you may leave the other for another person." Damn, is he a mind-reader? "Nor may you divorce. Should either of you attempt to divorce, the courts will deny it on the spot, and there are possible punishments, such as a fine."

"Damn." I swore. Paul glared at me.

"Second," Mr. Santos continued on, ignoring my swearing. "Seeing as Mr. Slater is in control of a fairly large estate, you must produce at least two heirs."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold the phone." I cried. "First you tell me I can't divorce him. Now you're telling me I have to have his kids?!"

"Aw, Suze, chill out." Paul said, winking at me. "I'm known for my bedroom abilities. You'll be one happy woman."

I glared at Paul and sat down. "In regards to your outburst, Ms. Simon, yes, you will bear Mr. Slater's children." Mr. Santos said. I could just about cry then, I swear to you.

"Lastly, Mr. Slater, you are under legal obligations to secure adequete living conditions for Ms. Simon before the wedding date, you are to sign any agreements she may have drawn up, and you are to abide by those agreements. However, Ms. Simon," Mr. Santos said, seeing my eyes light up. I could get out of this marriage by making an agreement for him to not sleep with me! "Your agreements may not knowingly break any of the preset conditions. Should any of these conditions become broken, the marriage will automatically be dissolved by the state of California." Mr. Santos said, closing up his briefcase.

He handed me his business card and finished with, "Ms. Simon, should you choose to have a prenumptial agreement drawn up, please contact me."

My mom showed Mr. Santos out while I sat in partial shock at the dining room table. "So, Suze, got any agreements in mind?" Paul asked, shaking me out of my silence.

"A few." I said. One for Jesse, although he would call me crazy for putting that in there. Paul groaned and got up, walking to behind my chair. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Suze, can you at least act happy about this? Or focus on a good part of being married to me?"

"There are good parts?" The brat in me said. I tried to ignore the way his breath tickled my ear, and sent little shivers down my spine...in a good way.

"Yes, there are good parts." Paul said seductively. He bent down further and kissed my neck. I was frozen to the chair as he continued to kiss my neck, and then one of my ears. It was when he started to suck and nibble on them that I called it quits.

"Paul, get off of me!" I said, jumping up going to the other side of the table.

"What?" Paul smirked, his voice heavy. "I'm just demonstrating a good part to being married to me."

I glared and attempted to go to my room. Paul somehow beat me to the steps and blocked me though. "Suze, look, I'm sorry. Of course there will be good parts. I mean, I know your big bad secret, and I can teach you more about it." Paul started rambling on about all the good parts to me marrying him, until I finally shut him up by putting my finger over his lips.

"Paul?"

"Yesh?"

"Shut up and get out of my way." I said menacingly. Paul obliged. But only to follow me up.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I heard him follow.

"What? We can't hang out?" I shook my head and flung open my door. I walked in and flopped down on my bed. I hung my head off the foot of the bed, letting my hair fly to the floor. I felt my face flush as the blood rushed to it. Paul raised his eyebrow at me. "What?"

Paul just grinned and shook his head. Then he came and mimicked the way I was laying. "So, hang out here often?" he asked, smirking slightly.

I couldn't help it. I laughed. "I love when you laugh." Paul said. I grinned and laughed some more.

I swear, I didn't see it coming. And I never expected to initiate it. One minute, we were just goofing around, and the next, I had flipped off my bed, pulling Paul with me, so he ended up on top of me on the floor. His face was about an inch away from mine.

I don't know what happened. I wasn't planning on kissing him, I just did. I leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips. And he kissed me back silently, until I felt myself get hoisted up and set down on my daybed. And there we lied for God knows how long making out.

"Suze?" Paul said about an hour later. I was lying in his arms- yes, in his arms- facing his chest.

"Yeah?"

"What just happened here?"

"Well, I kissed you, and you kissed me back, and then we ended up on the daybed, and made out." I said with a small giggle.

"That's not what I meant, Suze." Paul said, smirking.

"Well, I don't know." I said. "I mean, we were having a good time, and it just happened."

"But now you're going to walk away like nothing happened?"

"Did I say that?" I looked up into Paul's ice blue eyes. "No, I didn't say that."

"So you'll maybe want to go out sometime?" Paul asked, sounding very hopeful.

"Damn straight." I said smiling.

Paul smirked again, then kissed my nose before moving down to my lips. I sighed and pulled him closer to me.

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Yea...Sounds like Suze is starting to fall for Paul! I'm trying to make up in this story for what I'm going to do in my other Mediator fic. Muhahaha!!!