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Affairs of the Heart

Chapter Five

Sakura felt sore all over. She opened her eyes and then immediately shut them when the sunlight shone right on her face. A chuckle sounded next to her and she opened one eye.

"Wow. You look more beautiful when sunlight is shining right on you" came Syaoran's whisper as he kissed her forehead.

Oh. No wonder she was sore. Last night came back to her and she smiled as she snuggled more into his arms. Syaoran's long coat was the only thing covering them and the rest of their clothing was being used as pillows.

"You know, the longer we stay here, the more danger there is of someone catching us."

"So?" She replied, perfectly content with where she was –expect for the ground. She would do anything for them to be on a bed.

"I don't think a parent would approve of their child coming over here and catching two grown adults on the ground, naked. The child might not know what we did, but the parent surely will."

She sighed. "I'm just so comfortable . . ."

A minute of silence passed by before Syaoran, who had been lying on his back, changed position so he could be on his side, facing her. "Why did you end things, Sakura?"

Sakura lost the tiny smile that had been on her face and bit her lip. "Does it matter?"

"To me it does. You just ended things with no reason."

"I said I was being pressured at work."

"But that's no reason to end it."

Sakura didn't know what to tell him. She couldn't possibly say that she had this nightmare about Kiyo finding out about him, which made her realize how difficult it would be for her to carry on an affair. "I was stressed out, Syaoran. I had gone to this mansion where this butler had given me this glare and I sensed that he was hostile towards me. It was just me worrying about encountering that type of hostility again. That has never happened before. No one has outright glared at me; no one has ever made me feel as if . . . as if they might hurt me."

That was true. She did feel that way when she ended things. She had been stressed out about Lydia's butler. She could at least be honest about that. "I was scared. And when you came I just felt that I needed to end things because then what if that butler really did want to hurt me? He might have used you. I know that is farfetched but still . . ."

It wasn't until she had uttered those words that she realized how true they were. But she didn't linger over it. Instead, she looked at her lover who had become so important to her in just a short while.

"Sorry" she whispered. "It's sounds silly and bizarre but it's true." She gave him a smile. "But now we are back together."

He returned her smile, but behind his smile his thoughts were circling around his head. All he could think about was of this mystery butler who had scared her so much that she felt she had to break up with him. He wanted to know who he was, where he worked. He wanted to know if he was capable of murder, if he would go as far as to murdering a stranger, a woman nonetheless, for doing nothing. And then there was this nagging feeling tugging at him, telling him that Sakura wasn't telling the whole truth. That she had broken up with him because of something else. But her eyes didn't hold secrets, just promises, and he knew that she would tell him if something else had made her break up with him. So he grabbed a strand of her hair and wrapped it around his finger, glad that he was back with her. She made him happy and she was a treasure that was just too special to let go. Next time, if there was a next time, he would not let her end things with him even if she tried.

"We should get up" he said, even though he didn't really want to.

"I know" she whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck. "But first, would you make love to me again?"

His eyes grew smoky, and he rolled on top of her. "Don't even have to ask."

(Kiyo)

Kiyo went to his seat in the plane and settled in, comfortable in the leather seat in first-class. A stewardess came up to him, a flirty smile on her face.

"Can I get you anything?"

Kiyo smiled at her, slowly looking her up and down, not even trying to hide his interest in her. And he had to hold back his laughter when he saw how delighted she was when his face came back up to look into hers.

"Martini on the rocks" he said.

She nodded and walked down the aisle, throwing a glance over her shoulder as she went through the curtains that separated the bar from the passengers.

"Looks like you're hooked" came a voice from his left.

Kiyo turned and there sat a bulky man with a nearly bald head. He was smiling a grin that showed off his yellow teeth. A smoker, by the looks of those teeth. He also looked very tired. Jetlag, most likely.

"My name is Abukar Zeshin. I've been trying to get her attention ever since I started taking these airlines. Looks like she preferred a much younger man and it looks as if you are hooked."

Kiyo grinned. "Nah. I'm married. I love my wife but me being a man I can't help but let my eyes wander."

"Yep. My old lady is at the house taking care of the kids. But when I'm away I do more than just let my eyes wander, if you get what I mean."

Kiyo did know what he mean. "Does your wife know?"

Abukar snorted. "No. Even if she did I know exactly how to take care of her. Just five minutes is all I need to let her know I can do what I want, when I want."

A wife-beater. Kiyo was intrigued. "How, exactly, would you handle her?"

Abukar shrugged. "I used to smack her and that was all it took to keep her in place. Nowadays, a punch and maybe a few kicks get her in her place. Of course, I hit her where no one can see the bruises. I once kicked her so hard in the stomach that she had a miscarriage. I hadn't known she was pregnant because if I did I wouldn't have harmed her. No way would I abuse a woman when she's pregnant because a baby is half yours and if you kill the baby you kill part of yourself. I had withdrawn when she had that miscarriage. I knew it was my fault and I took out my frustration on her because of the guilt I had. But, eventually, I forgave myself and later she did too."

Meaning that he beat her until she said he was forgiven and that it wasn't his fault. "Interesting" Kiyo murmured.

The stewardess came back and gave Kiyo his drink. This time her smile was seductive instead of flirty. "Anything else?"

He shook his head and when she left, Abukar elbowed him. "Being faithful to your wife is understandable. But when a hot little thing like that walks by, better not let them go. You are stuck with your wife forever, but these little hotties aren't around for that long." He winked at him. "Go for it."

An hour later, in the air and just a couple of hours away from Tomoeda, Abukar had fallen asleep and when the stewardess passed by, Kiyo grabbed her arm. "Anyplace for a little privacy?"

(Syaoran)

Around noon, he strolled into his mansion. He was in a good mood, a grin that just wouldn't go away plastered on his face. Last night was spectacular, an experience that he just would never forget. Making love under the fireflies was like a scene torn out from a cheesy, fictional, romance movie; only that it wasn't fictional, or cheesy. It was romantic, sweet, and it had left him breathless.

Haru, his butler, came up to him as he passed the living room. "Xiao-Lang, Lydia is demanding to see you."

Syaoran froze, smile disappearing. His wife. Lydia. He hadn't come home last night because he was out with Sakura . . . he slept with someone who wasn't his wife! Just now it hit him that he cheated on Lydia, in the worst possible way. Before, his thoughts had been on Sakura, on how special she was, on how he would never let her go, on how last night was the best thing to ever happened. Once Sakura was back in his arms, he had totally forgotten that he has a wife at home, who had most likely been hysterical when he hadn't come home. All he had thought about was reassuring to himself that Sakura was, indeed, back in his life, and to reestablish the connection between them that they had lost the day before yesterday in a way that has been around for centuries. He had wanted to reestablish the connection between them through the union of their bodies. He had wanted to possess her, claim her, and he did it in the most primitive way.

He hadn't protected her.

He broke out in a sweat when he realized he hadn't used protection. It's not like he walks around with a condom in his pocket or anything, but what bothered him the most was that the thought never occurred to him.

At all.

Instincts that existed in every man told him to possess, claim, and unite. Which he did.

Jesus, he slept with another woman without protection. What's worse, he wanted to do it again.

And again, and again, and again.

Syaoran nodded stiffly to his butler, not sure if he had a voice. He walked towards the stairs and walked up, taking his time, trying to get pass the fact that he made love with someone he wasn't married to. He had passed the last stage and was now a complete, 100 adulterer.

How many times has he thought that when a man cheats on his wife, he was nothing but a bastard? Now he was in that large pool with all the other cheating husbands, lying to their wives.

Lydia spun around quickly, knocking over her perfumes bottles, when he opened the bedroom door. "Where have you been?" She shouted.

"Lydia, I need you to calm down." Surprisingly, his voice was calm and cool, as if there was no reason for her to worry on why he hadn't come home.

"Calm down? Calm down? You didn't come home last night! I kept thinking that you were killed or had been kidnapped!"

"But I wasn't. I was at Li Corps.. A client had a little problem and it took all night to take care of it. I should have called but I completely forgot."

"Oh. So you forgot about the wife you have at home? You forgot that she loves you and would get hysterical with worry because you didn't come home?"

"Lydia-"

"No! Xiao-Lang I was worried! I was scared out of my mind! I didn't even sleep well because I kept waking up every hour, sick with worry!"

Syaoran said nothing. He stared at her as she took deep breathes. Her hair, which had been tied up with pins, was starting to fall with all the shaking she did due to her yelling. Her face red, her eyes burning with a fire that he knew represented her rage.

"I'm sorry" he said, tonelessly. He didn't go to her, didn't even motion her to come to him. He just stood there, looking at her with a cool expression. "I know I worried you. I should have called, should have even come home sometime during the night. But I didn't. I'm sorry. This client was a very important client and I just couldn't brush him off. I'll find a way to make this up to you." He glanced at his watch. "I have to go to work. I'll come home tonight" he promised, but he didn't say what time.

Without another word, he turned and left the bedroom. Lydia stared at where her husband had stood.

She blinked.

That wasn't the way it was supposed to happen. He was supposed to come to her, take her in his arms, and make love to her. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror.

She had been worried sick last night, but she had exaggerated. She had slept soundly. She knew her husband well. He was capable of handling himself. He was too stubborn to die, and he would never let anyone kidnap him. She had been a little mad that he didn't come home, but then realized that he would do anything to make her happy again.

That's why she had put that whole show of yelling, of being in hysterics. But he hadn't come to her the way he was supposed to. He didn't even try to please her, to make up for last night. He had said he would find a way to make this up to her but she knew, without a doubt, that he would not make love to her in order to make up for it. Lately it seemed as if he was avoiding having sex with her.

That was bad. She already made the promise of getting pregnant during this time; there was no backing out now. She had to get Syaoran to have sex with her. Of course, she was already sleeping with another guy; she's been sleeping with him since the day she canceled those birth-control pills, so she didn't need Syaoran to get pregnant, but she did needed him to have sex with her so she could at least pass it off as his. But he was avoiding that, and it made her suspicious.

"Stupid client couldn't figure out the problem on his own" she muttered as she fixed her hair.

The she froze. "If Xiao-Lang was at his company helping a client, why did he come home just to go back?" She asked herself.

It didn't take her long to figure out the obvious. Syaoran had lied to her. He hadn't been at his company. He had been somewhere else. But why lie to her?

The most common reason would be an affair, but Syaoran had been too properly raised for that possibility to ever happen. It had to be something else.

And Lydia was going to find out what.

(Sakura)

A dreamy expression was on her face when she entered Blossom Petal. She was so spaced out that she didn't notice her employees grinning and whispering.

The night before had been so . . . she didn't even have the words to describe it! Wonderful was the closest thing to it. Maybe later she would let herself think about how sleeping with Syaoran will effect her future but for now . . . For now all she wanted was to be blissfully happy.

She walked up the stores to enter her office, still smiling. She passed the stockroom, the bathroom, and the tiny kitchen where employees could microwave, heat on the stove, or refrigerate their lunches. She opened the door to her office and . . . stopped dead in her tracks.

"Hi, darling."

Sakura couldn't breathe, and for a moment everything was blurred out except for him. Kiyo was sitting on her desk, one foot firmly on the ground while the other leg was bent so his thigh was sitting on the desk while his foot dangles. One hand was holding her appointment book while the other rested on his lap.

Suddenly, she was infuriated at the fact that he was looking through her appointment book. Husband or not, he had no right to look through that book. But her anger wasn't as strong as her shock so she did nothing except stare at him, shock clearly on her face. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was a little open. He wasn't supposed to come until later that night. In fact, they had planned for her to go and pick him up from the airport. But here he was, several hours early, and he was inside her store. He had never been inside her store, especially her office.

For some reason, she felt as if her privacy was being violated with him here. This was her domain, a place where she was boss. At home, Kiyo controlled the atmosphere. He got to decide about the rooms, about the servants. She even had to ask permission to redecorate the mansion if she ever wanted to. But she didn't care because she liked not having to worry about all that. Besides, she was able to do with whatever she wanted with her own money and she got to live her life without having to tell Kiyo everyplace she was going to or how long she would stay there.

But Blossom Petal was hers. She got to control everything here, and to have him here she felt as if he was here to control it, just like at home.

Kiyo chuckled as he placed the book down and jumped off the desk. "Why I do believe I successfully surprised you" he said softly as he reached her. He hugged her tightly.

Sakura finally got over her shock and forced some happiness into her voice when she spoke. "Well, yes. I was supposed to go and pick you up at the airport later tonight."

"I know. But I needed to see you. Being away a week was pure hell. I love you, and being away that long sure wasn't fun when you aren't there with me." Sakura made sure she had a smile on her face when he pulled back.

"Now" he continued "I sure hope you had no plans for today because it's just going to be you and me."

"All day?"

"All day."

Sakura bit her lip when he hugged her again. She had to call Syaoran and cancel her plans with him. She hoped that he would understand.

Kiyo scowled. He hated this place, especially her office. It was just too bright. It was on the tip of his tongue to criticize the place and convince her to make some changes, but then he was just going to shut down the place anyways. So why not let her have the office anyway she wants. She won't have it for much longer.

(Syaoran)

Syaoran signed the form before placing it in the file.

"There you go. In case something goes wrong with the stock my number is on the form. Just sign the other few papers where the X's are at and mail it over here."

The young man nodded before leaving the office. Syaoran got up and got the copy from his desk, walking over to the filing cabinet that was on the left side of the office. A knock sounded on the door.

"Just a minute" Syaoran said as he put the copy in a file and put it in with the dozens of files in his cabinet.

"Okay, Xiao-Lang: One minute."

Syaoran slammed the drawer shut, but he didn't move to turn around. He knew that voice, grew up hearing it. It still sounded the same –even after two years of absence, Syaoran recognized the voice. The visitor spoke in Chinese but there was a small accent there when he spoke the words.

Oh yeah, he knew who it was.

"What are you doing here?" Syaoran growled, turning around to see the young man. Eriol still looked the same. He was tall, still had the blue hair, and apparently he quit with the contacts and decided to wear his glasses again.

"Just came over and say hi."

"After two years? Get out, Hiiragazawa."

Syaoran hasn't called Eriol by his surname since they first met in Elementary. It felt weird, but after Eriol not showing up at his wedding to Lydia, Syaoran didn't feel like calling him by his first name anymore. In fact, he didn't even want to see his ex-best friend's face.

Eriol sighed, a tad hurt that Syaoran called him by his surname. "I know you're mad-"

"Mad? No, I'm not mad. Why would I be? After all, my business partner, my best friend, who was supposed to be my best man at my wedding didn't show up and never contacted me again. So why would I be mad?"

"Xiao-Lang, is it really necessary to use sarcasm?"

"You know what? You're right. I'm mad as hell. And I want you to get the hell out of my office."

"I came back for a reason. I ain't leaving until I take care of business and it involves you."

"Oh hell, Hiiragazawa, I don't give a damn about what business you want to take care of."

"It also involves Lydia."

Syaoran glared at him. "Keep Lydia out of this. She is no concern of yours."

Eriol knew that he would react like this. He continued to keep a cool face as he watched Syaoran sit down on his chair. "Xiao-Lang, I did not come here to argue with you."

"Then you better leave because all you are going to get out of me is an argument. Get this straight, Hiiragazawa. I asked you to be my best man at my wedding. You were my friend since we were kids and I asked you to be part of the most important day of my life. But instead you leave. You totally disappear and don't even contact me for two whole years. That isn't exactly the perfect way to show friendship. So get out, now that you know what exactly has me being hateful towards you."

Eriol was tempted to say that he didn't hate him. It was nothing but anger that Syaoran was feeling. Eriol also wanted to say the type of fraud Lydia was but refrained from doing so. Instead, he began to think that maybe hinting the type of person Lydia really is wouldn't work. Syaoran wasn't even giving him a chance to explain anything. Eriol now knew that he can't waste time trying to reason with him. He just has to straight out and warn Syaoran. "Is Lydia pregnant yet, Xiao-Lang?"

Syaoran's head shot up. He had been looking over some papers, or at least pretending to so Eriol can take the hint and leave, but that question got his full attention.

"What do you mean by 'yet' Eriol?"

At least he didn't call me by my surname, Eriol thought. "Tomoyo?" He asked out loud.

Syaoran watched as a female entered the room. He recognized her instantly. No way would he ever forget that long hair, or those Amethyst eyes. "Hi, Xiao-Lang."

"If I'm mad at him, I'm mad at you. So don't even try to act all sweet to me."

Tomoyo sighed and looked at her husband. He gave her a look, telling her that he had to warn Syaoran.

"Well, is she, Xiao-Lang?"

Syaoran growled. "No" he snapped. "Happy? Will you leave?"

"Thank God" Tomoyo whispered.

"Xiao-Lang, I need you to hear me out. This will come out as a shock, okay?"

Syaoran rubbed his hand over his face. Unless he heard whatever they wanted to say, they weren't going to leave. So he forced himself to tolerate their presence and leaned back in his chair.

"Do you remember our baby, Xiao-Lang?" Eriol started out. "My and Tomoyo's child?"

"Yes." Syaoran's voice was a little sympathetic when he answered. It had been a boy, born directly after Tomoyo and Eriol had gotten married three years ago. In fact, her being pregnant was the only reason those two had gotten married so fast. If she hadn't been they would have waited until they felt they were ready. Unfortunately, Tomoyo had revealed that she had been raped and that she wasn't so sure if the baby was his or her rapist. Eriol hadn't cared, though. It was his baby, no matter what. But the baby was only a month old before it was killed in a car accident when Eriol had lost control of the car.

"Lydia knew about him" Eriol said flatly.

Syaoran's face was blank, but inside he was shocked to the core. Lydia couldn't have known about the little baby. No one had told her about it.

"And with that information, she twisted the story and blackmailed us to leave town on the day you two were to wed."

"Bullshit" Syaoran snapped. "Lydia has no reason to blackmail you. You are only making it so you can cause my wife trouble and get on my good side"

"It's not bull if we involve my child" Tomoyo shot back. "You know as much as I do that the baby had left me depressed for a long time and I had practically stopped talking about him. I loved my baby, Xiao-Lang. I wouldn't use him as a way to get on your good side."

"Okay, let's say Lydia did blackmail you to leave. Why would she blackmail you?"

Before Eriol could answer, Syaoran's secretary knocked on his door and opened it. "Mr. Li? Your two o'clock is here."

"Look, I have to take this" Syaoran said as the secretary left. "Do me a favor: Don't talk to me again. I never want to see either of you again, and I don't want to hear either of your lies again."

"But, Xiao-Lang-" Tomoyo was interrupted when Eriol took hold of her arm.

"Fine. Don't hear us out. Just don't get Lydia pregnant. Because once she is, and once that baby is born, it'll be too late."

They walked out. "Do you think he'll at least pay attention to your warning?" Tomoyo asked anxiously as they walked down the hall.

"I hope so" Eriol muttered.

As Syaoran sat in his chair, he thought about what Eriol said. He was lying, for that the Amber-eyed man knew for certain. But still, something kept asking on why Eriol would warn him about not getting Lydia pregnant. Syaoran knew he wasn't going to get her pregnant –he had lost all desire to have kids with her. But why would Lydia not getting pregnant be important to them?

But what bugged him the most was what Tomoyo had said. She was right. She had fallen into a deep depression period when her baby died and she had just stopped talking about him. She would almost cry when someone would ask her about her son and soon everyone learned to never mention the baby again. So why would she all of a sudden allow Eriol to talk about her baby, especially in order lie about Lydia?

Unless she was telling the truth. But they had to be lying. Lydia would never blackmail them into leaving. He was so confused that he pushed it all into the back of his mind when his appointment entered the office. He wouldn't think about it again, because nothing fits together.

It would have been better if they had just stayed gone, instead of dumping all of this information on his lap when he already had enough on his mind.

(Sakura)

She examined the living room of Lydia's mansion.

Maybe I can get a print of a dragon to go along the top of the wall all around the room, she thought as she looked at the corner where the ceiling and the wall connect.

"So what, exactly, are you going to change in this room?"

Sakura mentally gritted her teeth. She had been in the zone; she had been getting idea after idea about what to do with the room and Kiyo had just broken the spell. She didn't know why he had insisted on coming with her. She had remembered that she couldn't cancel her appointments when it comes to Lydia's house because she wanted it redecorated as soon as possible. She had thought that Kiyo would leave her alone, give her some space, when she told him about the situation. Instead he had smiled and said he was going with her and see exactly what she does when she goes to the people's mansions.

Now she turned and gave him a smile, not letting her irritation show. "The people who live here are Chinese. I had thought that maybe I will give them a little Chinese flavor because nothing in here is Chinese. Everything is Japanese. You know, that way when they come here they will remember their homeland when they see all the Chinese designs and stuff."

Kiyo nodded as Sakura turned back around and scribbled the ideas she had before Kiyo opened his mouth in her little notebook.

"What if they don't like it?" Kiyo asked.

Why did he come? Sakura mentally asked. She was getting irritated by the minute. "Then they'll tell me and I'll change it."

"And what if you can't?"

"I'll find a way, sweetie."

"But what if they give you a deadline and you run out of time?"

"I will finish it in time, darling."

"But what if you don't?"

"Honey" Sakura almost snapped. She took a deep breathe, trying to release all the irritation she felt. "You know what? I'm all about done. I know what I'm going to do with every room she wants redecorated and I need to go to Blossom Petal to get all the materials and to order the things I'll need. I'll do that later. Let's go home, okay?"

Sakura kept her head bowed as they passed by Haru, who glared at her. Once outside, they got into the car and drove away from the mansion. "You seem tense, Sakura. Is anything wrong?"

Yeah. You kept asking questions and that butler keeps glaring at me.

"No" she said; the complete opposite of what she was thinking. "I just want to go home. It's been a long day."

"Tell me about it. In the plane I had sat next to this guy who kept flirting with the stewardess. It wasn't fun since I was sitting in the aisle seat and he was sitting in the window seat."

"That must have been horrible."

"Yeah, I think they even went to the bathroom together to have sex. He had left and didn't come back for like an hour. And when he did come back he had this goofy smile on his face."

Sakura smiled, despite the mood she was in. The rest of the ride was in complete silence. Once they got home Sakura got out of the car and walked to the door. She opened it and then gasped when she was all of a sudden picked up.

"Kiyo!"

He grinned at her as he closed the door with his foot. He adjusted her in his arms as he walked up the stairs, not caring if any of the staff members saw them. "I've been gone from you way too long."

Oh no. Sakura gulped as he carried her towards their room. She had to stop him. He wanted sex and she couldn't give it to him. She had slept with Syaoran last night and this morning. She just couldn't sleep with Kiyo so long as she was sleeping with Syaoran.

"Kiyo-" He kissed her mouth, preventing her from saying anything. He kept their lips fused together until they reached the bedroom. He used his shoulder to open the door and used his foot to close it. He placed her on the bed and continued to kiss her.

"Kiyo-"

"Hush."

"But-"

No matter how many times she tried to protest, he continued to stop her from voicing anything by kissing her until it was too late and Sakura just closed her eyes, letting him do whatever he pleased.

Later, when Kiyo was in the bathroom taking a shower, Sakura just lay on her bed, the comforter of the king-sized bed covering her nude body. She was on her side, staring out the window. She had cried when Kiyo went to the bathroom. She hadn't known she was crying until she felt the tears sliding down her cheeks.

She continued to curse herself. When Kiyo was making love to her she imagined it being Syaoran. It had been the only why to get through the act. She continued to call herself a slut, Tomoeda's common whore. She was two-timing both men in every way possible. She had totally forgotten that Kiyo would want to make love to his wife. Even after three years of marriage their sex-life was still strong. How can she possibly forget that Kiyo would want sex?

She told herself several times that she had tried to protest, that she had tried to stop him from doing it. But no matter how many times she said it she couldn't stop feeling guilty. But she shouldn't complain. She had known that if she went after Syaoran, beg him to take her back, there would be complications and a whole big jar of guilt just waiting to spill.

So she wiped her cheeks and told herself that she needed to stop being so weepy as she sat up. She couldn't cry about her situation. She didn't walk into it with eyes closed. No, she walked into it with both eyes wide open. She chose to have an affair and if she was going to feel guilty about that then she has to accept it. She may have no self-respect when cheating on her husband, and she may be selfish, but she wouldn't complain. That's it, case closed.

Her cell phone suddenly rang and she picked it up. "Hello?" She answered.

"Hey" came Syaoran's voice, sweet and caring.

Sakura smiled. "How are you doing?" She asked, glad that her voice wasn't choked up. She sat up on the bed.

"I'm fine, just missing your presence. How are you doing?"

"Oh, I'm doing fine. After this morning it's a miracle I can walk at all."

He chuckled. "We still on for tonight?"

Sakura bit her lip. Kiyo said all day that he was going to spend time with her. Could she be able to get away for an hour? She so badly wanted to see him. She didn't want to cancel her plans.

"Where would we go?"

"To the club where we met to celebrate our one week anniversary."

"Isn't our one week anniversary yesterday? We did meet on a Friday."

"True, but I don't count that Friday. I start counting from our first date, making today our one week anniversary.

That was such a sweet gesture that she just couldn't say no. "All right. I'll meet you there at eight."

"Good." He paused. "We also need to talk."

His voice was serious. "About?"

"Last night . . . Umm, I kind of forgot to protect you."

She frowned. "Protect me? How-" It suddenly occurred to her. They hadn't used protection.

Then she paled when she realized that she hadn't used protection with Kiyo either.

She was so irregular with her periods that she didn't know if it was possible for her to get pregnant at this time.

"I don't think I'm pregnant" she told him, not wanting him to get scared. She just couldn't be pregnant. When was the last time she had a period? Three weeks ago, she thinks. So isn't it a little too late for her to get pregnant? It has to be. "It's not the time right time" she continued on.

She heard him sigh with relief. "Good. It's just too soon for you too be pregnant. Anyways, back to our date. I'll pick you up."

With the whole worry of pregnancy out of the way, she immediately said "No! I'll meet you there."

Sakura knew that Kiyo would know about Syaoran if he went to pick her up.

"But-"

"It's just that I have to stop by at someone's house to deliver something and I just might as well meet you at the club" she lied.

"Well . . . all right, I guess."

Sakura smiled, relieved. She heard the shower stop and knew that Kiyo was done showering. "Look, I have to go now. I want to get ready as soon as possible."

"It's only four in the afternoon" he told her.

"I know but I take a long time in getting ready that I need a whole mess of time, especially when I have to go and play delivery boy before I meet you at the club."

"All right, then. See you later."

"Yeah, later." She hanged up the phone and just barely placed it on the nightstand when Kiyo came into the bedroom.

"Who were you calling?" He asked curiously.

"Oh, no one. Just checking the time."

"But the clock is right next to you. Why do you need your phone?"

Sakura blinked and turned to look at the clock, which displayed the time in big, red numbers right next to her phone. "Oh. Well I didn't want to strain my neck in order to look at the time."

"But you're sitting up on the bed. You don't have to strain your neck in order to look at the time."

Does he have to notice everything? Sakura thought in a panic. "Oh all right. Kari called me and she asked me to go to the club but I said no because I wanted to spend time with you" she lied again, hoping that Kiyo would believe her.

Kiyo chuckled. "Why would you lie to me about that?"

"Because I feel so guilty. It's Kari's sister's best friend's cousin's aunt's husband's birthday and she wanted me to come along." She laughed nervously. "It was very important to her for me to come."

Because he knew Kari, and she was an important part of their little family, he felt he should at least let Sakura go to the party. Although he found it quite odd that Kari would throw a party for someone who was clearly a distant relative. "Oh. Well, I'm sure I can let you go for a couple of hours."

Couple of hours? Thank God, Sakura thought. "Oh, thank you darling."

"No problem." He kissed her cheek. "But until you leave, you and I are going to just lie in bed."

He went under the covers and pulled her into his embrace.

Lie in bed my butt, she thought. She knew that Kiyo wanted to do more than just lie in bed. With a sigh, she accepted it. He was her husband and he had a right to make love to her whenever he wanted. No matter that she was seeing another man.

She almost cringed.

No. She couldn't do it. She wasn't a whore –okay, maybe she was because she was sleeping with another man. But she wouldn't allow Kiyo to make love to her anymore. What's more, she wouldn't allow Syaoran to touch her either. Neither of them would sleep with her if it killed them. She just couldn't sleep with both men. It would be more logical if she broke things off with Syaoran –again –but she just couldn't. She had already established that Syaoran was just too important to let go. No, the only other option was to prevent either of them to have sex with her until this whole thing with Syaoran was over –if it ever is.

Sakura snapped out of her decisions when she felt Kiyo nibbling on her neck.

"I want to cook!" She suddenly announced as she hopped out of bed, grabbing her silk robe and putting it on..

"Hey!"

"Come on Kiyo, we can make dinner together" she said as she tied the sash of her robe, already heading towards the door.

"But it's too-"

"Oh, who cares if it's early? I want to make something big, to celebrate your return! Maybe steak, or roast beef. Maybe even a cake!"

"Why not have the cook do it!"

"Because it isn't as personal when someone else does the cooking."

She left the bedroom, not caring is he followed her or not. She would tolerate his kisses, but she wouldn't let him have sex with her. But she knew she would have to come up with other excuses. This wouldn't last for long and eventually Kiyo will be able to find a way to make love to her. But she had to keep him from touching her. Both him and Syaoran. If she wanted to prevent herself from having a nervous breakdown she had to!

(Lydia)

She glared out the window as she watched Syaoran leave the Li grounds. It was seven thirty and they just had a big argument. She didn't know where he was going, but she knew it wasn't no meeting as he had stated.

"That stupid husband of mine" she hissed through clenched teeth.

She had demanded the truth on where he was going because she didn't believe his story about a client who needed his help, the same way she didn't believe the story he gave her when he hadn't come home all night.

He had retaliated by getting angry, saying how she couldn't trust him.

"I know you're not going to see a client" she had almost screamed at him.

"Believe what you want, Lydia" he shot back.

With that he had had marched out, not even glancing back. Now she sat near the window in the living room, seething. Nothing was going the way she planned. For the past week Syaoran seemed to distance himself away from her, and that rift between them was getting bigger and bigger. Everything had been going as planned, and just when it was time to get pregnant Syaoran had decided to start lying and drift apart from her.

The phone rang and she snatched it up.

"What?" She snapped.

"Temper, temper. What's wrong, my sweet?"

"I hate this. I want to get it over with."

"Lydia, darling. We can't do anything until you are pregnant. Speaking of which, are you pregnant yet?"

"Too soon to tell. I'm extremely regular when it comes to my menstrual cycle. If I don't get my period on the exact date that I usually do then I have a little bun in the oven."

"You better have a little bun in the oven because you promised me that you would be pregnant."

"Jeez, if you have that little faith in me don't put the plan into motion until I tell you that I'm pregnant. In fact, I'll go over there with my pregnancy test to show you."

"No, I trust you. Besides, I already put the plan into motion."

"Good. There's just one little problem."

Lydia heard a groan and she sighed.

"What's the problem?"

"Xiao-Lang isn't sleeping with me. I think he is avoiding it."

"So how can you get pregnant if you and him ain't sleeping together?"

"I'm cheating on him. So I will get pregnant. But I'll need to have sex with him so I could at least pass it off as his."

"Look, I don't care how you do it. Just get pregnant like you promise because if you don't I will personally take care of you myself."

Lydia flinched when the person slammed the phone down. She slowly placed the phone in the receiver.

How do I get Xiao-Lang to sleep with me?

She picked up a glass of Brandy and shook the glass, watching the liquid swirl around.

Can't get him drunk. He hardly drinks at all. Maybe I can knock him out. He doesn't need to be conscious. He just needs to believe that we slept together. But what if I seriously injure him? No, I need another way. Something that won't hurt him but will be effective enough.

She suddenly smiled as she stopped swirling the Brandy.

Of course! I'll drug him!

She placed her glass down, stood up and walked over to a drawer. She opened it and rummaged around before taking out her address book.

I'll make a little call and get the drugs. Then as soon as I get it I'll put it in a drink, give it to him, and then get in bed with him. Then when he wakes up he'll think we slept together. Brilliant! And then I'll be pregnant, he'll think it's his, he'll pay for everything throughout my pregnancy and then . . . game over.

AN: Ah-ha! Two weeks exactly. I'm off to a good start. Now lets see if I can upload the next chapter in two weeks. Good luck to me!

Oh, please review! I can't upload if I get no reviews!