Disclaimer: I don't own Passions or any of its character even though I whish that Fox belongs to me ;).
Chapter Two: Meeting Destiny
The SeaScape was completely loaded of rich men, all looking at her as if she was a prize or something. The maitre d' showed them their table and as they were looking over menus, she could hear Whitney complained over hers.
-Why did you invite her Fox? You know that it's a private dinner for the baby we created! I'm really mad right now.
-Come on Honey, she's leaving for Harvard in 2 weeks. She's our best friend, we couldn't let her stay alone in the mansion while her mother and Al are on their second honeymoon and Ethan and Gwen have finally a moment of privacy. Plus, I want to congratulate her for her admittance.
-Come on Fox, Harvard is not far from Harmony. We're talking about Boston, not California…
And even California is too close enough from you, thought Theresa as she was listening to Whitney complained about everything.
-Anyway, it's not big deal that she's been accepted in Harvard. I'm sure that Alistair had paid the Head Master to let her study there. It helps having the man for a step father.
Theresa had a hard time not to pitch her glass of water in her arrogant face. She was mad and pissed at Whitney that she thought Alistair used his power but she regained her composure.
After all, Missy, it's not my fault that you hadn't gotten any response for every college you applied for… And Julian is a Crane no less… Guess that connections stop where intelligence stops…
As Fox started to reply something, they heard a voice behind them. They all turned to look who it was except Theresa who was still absorbed in her menu.
-I'm sorry I'm late. The old man wanted to help me pack my things before I leave for college. I guess that he's happy I'm finally out of his life!
They all laughed except Theresa. She had never heard such arrogance in one sentence and even though the voice was husky, and that was arousing her, she couldn't help but rolled her eyes at him, even though she hadn't seen him in the first place.
-Mmm, is she shy or something? Cause she's hiding behind her menu! Afraid that I'll eat you alive?
Theresa put her menu down, not before catching a glimpse of him before doing so. He was handsome, extremely attractive, playboy and she was a woman in needs. If he wanted to play games, she surely would play games. After all, what she had to loose anyway? She had been sexually frustrated ever since Fox'd started to date Whitney and this Dylan was quite a good catch. He would learn never to mess with her. Sure, she was in love with Fox but she was human after all. If Fox wasn't able to see what he had right under his nose and he had himself a lot of pleasure, she wouldn't pass the opportunity to have it as well. As she was putting her menu down, Dylan stooped laughing, a lump forming in his throat. God, she was gorgeous…
-In fact, it's the opposite. I just can't wait until you eat me alive…
Fox coughed on his water as he heard Theresa say those things back to Dylan. If she wasn't aware of the trouble she was getting herself into, she sure would have been by now with the looks that Dylan was giving her. If looks could kill, she would be burned by now. And probably eaten also…
-My my my, aren't we a little bit sure of ourselves? What makes you think that I'm interested anyway?
-I don't have to think to know that you are, the saliva at the corner of your lips is giving me all the details I want to know.
-Fox, you sure have feisty friends! Damn, you're aggressive and the night hasn't even begun…Please, tell me your name so I could erase you from my 'who not the bed list'!
-I'm sure you'll change your mind once you know. I'm Theresa. I'm sure you've heard stories about me before, doesn't he Fox?
The look on Dylan's face was priceless. His mouth was dragged open, his palms were sweaty and his breath was heavy. Of course he remembered her. She was the greatest sex Fox had ever had. If Fox had tasted a little bit of her, why wouldn't he? After all, she seemed interested and her foot caressing his leg was giving it all. As Whitney and Fox were looking back to their menus, Dylan and Theresa were exchanging innuendos. They were looking at each other as if they were ready to jump on the other. Theresa grabbed a piece of paper and wrote down:
'How 'bout we skip this little dinner and have a private one over my place? I promise you won't regret!'
Dylan loosened his tied as he read her message. He could tell she was serious by the way she was looking at him. Suddenly, he couldn't contain himself any longer as he dragged Theresa out of her chair and practically ran away with her.
-Sorry guys, see you sometimes in the week!
Was the last thing Fox and Whitney heard from the restaurant. They looked at each other, perplexed at what had happened.
-Damn, she doesn't even know him and she's already in his pants…
-Whitney, what kind of comment is that? She's alone; she doesn't have a boyfriend, why would it matter to you that she sleeps with him? She's a grown woman and she has needs, no?
-It's just that you told me Dylan was a player. I don't want him to mess with her heart.
The comment sounded fake and even Fox noticed it. The truth was the he wasn't really happy about that neither…After all, he remembered well enough what it was to be loved by Theresa.
Theresa's bedroom, 2 weeks later
Every night for the past weeks, he had snuggled next to her, climbing the tree outside at midnight. Every night for the past weeks, they had made love like there was no tomorrow. And every morning, he had hurried back to his place, not wanting to be caught by Alistair himself. He'd learned really soon that the old man was becoming really protective of his step daughter. It was a side of him that nobody had thought they would see one day and to be honest, Theresa was really appreciating this.
They were laying in bed, naked, as they had just lived their best experience ever. He was looking at her as if she would disappear and he never felt so content in his short life. There was more to her than she was showing and he surprisingly wanted to know everything about her. He immediately shook his head at this thought: wasn't he supposed to be a womanizer? After all, he was really bedding girls after girls, why would she be any different? He grazed his hand on her thigh as if he wanted more than she had already offered. He wasn't satisfied enough and the look that she gave him that instant sure proved him that she hadn't had enough either. As he was slowly approaching his lips to hers, she backed away.
-I think that you should go, Dylan. Everybody in the Mansion will awake anytime soon and I don't want you to get caught between my fucked up family.
A flash of hurt shown in his eyes as he was also backing away. It was the first time in the week that she actually mentioned it first. She didn't seem to care as she was getting up and silently covering her gracious body. He was upset, sure, but there was more to it that he wanted to admit to himself. Was it because she was to first one to turn him down? Or that she was the first one to really interest him more than sexually? As he was pondering his thoughts, she gave him his clothes gently. He couldn't mask the disappointment on his face as he was slowly gathering his things. For the first time since she let him down, Theresa seemed to notice that she was indeed rude.
-I'm sorry Dylan. It's just that we made a arrangement that it was only about sex. As much as it kills me to admit that you are the best I ever had, I can't go any further in this relationship with you. Not when I'm in love with somebody else.
He didn't understand the reaction he had at that moment: he felt as if she had ripped his heart out of his chest. Was it jealousy? Was he even capable of feeling things like that? He immediately put two and two together as he was leaving the room.
-It's Fox, isnt' it? You think you're so oblivious to all of that. You think that no one will notice that you're completely drooling yourself over a man that doesn't love you at all. Face reality Theresa.
She didn't even react at his manner, the anger evident in his voice.
-Dylan, I never said he loved me back. All I said was that I loved somebody else. The fact that he doesn't return my feelings doesn't change the fact that I can't shut down my feelings like that. We agreed it was for sex and it was the best weeks of my life for sure. I'm not ready to commit yet, I hope you understand.
He masked his own feeling as he was putting his last shoe. Without even understanding why he was hurt by her reactions, he replied back.
-Understand? There's nothing to understand Theresa. You're right, it was only about sex. Plus, who says I wanted to commit myself to you anyway? Thanks for the services; Fox was right about you for once.
She felt instantly cheap at his comment, as if she was letting him affect her more than she thought she was. She smiled weakly as he closed the door behind him. She sit on her bed, pondering what exactly had happened in here a few seconds ago. She had told him she wasn't ready, which was true, but his reaction kind of made her sad and it was her own reaction that she didn't quietly understand. Wasn't she in love with Fox anyway? She heard soft footsteps and she glanced over the door to see if Dylan was coming back to her. She immediately shrugged it off, as if the thought was foreign to her.
-Honey, are you all right?
-Oh Gwen, it's you!
-Disappointed that I'm not your mystery lover?
She laughed at her comment, but stopped when she saw that her best friend wasn't responding.
-Gwen, I'm in love with Fox, no?
The question should have been pointless in any case. This time, however, Gwen had the feeling that there were more to it than she was admitting.
-Theresa, if you were sure of your feelings for him, you wouldn't have asked me such question.
-You're right. I guess that I fell out of love for him. It's a good thing, no? I mean, we all know that Whitney is pregnant and that they are engaged, I should be moving on no?
Ever since Theresa had admitted that she was in love with Fox, Gwen had always known that they were meant to be. Whitney was just an obstacle to their relationship… But this time, as she was looking in her best friend's eyes, she could feel that Theresa's heart was not in it anymore.
'Guess that you waited too long Fox. Now, your chance has just being passed to someone else, your best friend nonetheless.' Gwen thought
-By luck, I'm moving into my dorm tomorrow morning and it's such a relief. I guess that I won't see neither of them…
-Theresa, there's more to it than you letting me know.
-Gwen, I'm confused. I mean, everybody knows in the Mansion that Dylan was sneaking into my room every night for the past 2 weeks. We even made an agreement that it was just about sex. Then, why I feel like I'm losing something right now? Is it because I finally gave up on Fox?
-Maybe you're more attracted to Dylan Banning that you let yourself believe.
-Maybe you're right but that doesn't change the fact that I'm going to Harvard tomorrow morning and I'll never see him again.
-He's Fox best friend, no?
-Yeah but I won't see him in a while…
-Maybe yes, maybe not…