PART 7

"Well, that was definitely fun," Amy said with a smile as she and Chris made their way to her room following dinner.

The two were headed to her hotel room, where they planned to finish out the evening by watching a movie. Amy couldn't stop herself from hoping that their night together wouldn't end when the movie did. In the time they'd be dating, Chris had hardly tried to do anything but kiss her. Sure, they had only been together for three weeks, and she did have that other boyfriend of hers, but he wasn't around. She was a woman, she had needs.

"Of course it was fun for you, I paid," he said with a laugh, tossing his arm around her shoulder.

"Meanwhile," she replied, rolling her eyes in a joking manner, "it's not like you're struggling to make a buck."

They reached the door to her room and Amy shrugged out of his grasp, digging the keycard out of her purse. Chris stepped back as she went to unlock the door, gazing at her wonderingly. He didn't understand what Jay had against a woman as funny and beautiful as herself. He shook his head as the door swung open and took her hand, following her into the room.

They spent a few minutes getting drinks and settling in, and soon enough they were cuddled up on the couch, watching the film. Chris wasn't sure if it ws the liquor from dinner and the wine he was having at the moment beginning to kick in, but he suddenly found himself unusually curious. He studied Amy's face closely, his mind drifting back to the conversation he had with Jay - the last time they had spoken to each other, which was about a week earlier. Could he had been right? Was there any possibility of what he said having some truth to it?

"Ames, can I talk to you about something?" he asked suddenly, catching the redhead a bit off guard.

"Sure, what is it?" she questioned, looking at him expectantly.

Chris sighed, trying to come up with a way to word his question. God knew what would happen if he chose his words incorrectly.

"You... you're not... you're not seeing someone else too right now, are you?"

"Has Jay been at it again?" Amy replied, surprisingly calmly as she darted her head towards him. "No silly, I'm seeing you. You're all I need."

She pressed her lips to his in a flash, kissing him passionately. She darted her tongue into his mouth and spiraled hers around his, in hopes to distract him fromt he conversation because - despite her calm demeanor - she was about ready to pass out. Somebody must have clued him in... which meant somebody must have overheard her talking to her real boyfriend. And whoever it was ratted her out. For some reason, she had a hunch that it wasn't Jay who'd overheard her. The thought of anyone else weaseling her out had Amy so incensed that she could kill.

But instead, she held her tongue, opting to try and distract Chris. That plan lasted all of another fifteen seconds, when the blonde man pushed her away, cupping her face in his hands.

"Are you sure?" he questioned worriedly, and if she gave a damn how he felt, she'd find his expression cute. "Because if you are, I'll understand. I just want to know..."

"Chris, stop!" she cried, placing her hands over top of his. "If Jay's been getting in your head again, tell him to fuck off. There's no one else, baby, I promise."

He gave her a somewhat weak smile, nodding in agreement. She kissed him again, her lips hovering around his neck as she nibbled at his ear. Chris let out a soft groan as she pushed him back onto the couch and straddled him, pressing her lips to his again. As their tongues began to battle one another for dominance, Amy felt his hands slide down her backside, pausing to grip her ass. When he did so, she giggled into his mouth, rolling her hips again his. Chris lifted her up and repositioned them so that they were lying down on the couch, him resting on top of her. Amy sighed contentedly as he moved his lips to her neck, lavishing her with his teeth and tongue...

It was so good to have her way.

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If there was one thing Jay hated more than anything in the world, it was going to sleep angry. In fact, he hated it so much that he simply couldn't do it. He supposed he should get used to it, it didn't look like either Chris or Trish would be speaking to him anytime soon.

He was still so damn man about what happened. He had expected Chris to give him a hard time, but not Trish. When Trish accused him of lying, and accused him of falsely using Lisa Marie's name in order to make his story more convincing, it hurt. Words couldn't accurately describe how much. Coming from Trish especially, that stung in the worst way.

He wondered what he had done wrong. What had he done in delivering this news that caused his two best friends to become so upset with him? He was just looking out for Chris... was that a crime?

Sighing, Jay rolled over to his side, praying that sleep would soon come to him. He was exhausted, he couldn't even remember the last time he had gotten a full night's sleep. He would drag through the days, struggling to keep his eyes open, yet the second his head hit the pillow at night, he was wide awake again, plagued with thoughts of what had happened to tear them apart.

Then, he heard a nose... he could have sworn it was a knock on the door, but when he looked at the clock on the nightstand, he discovered that it was nearly two in the morning. Nobody in their right mind would show up at the door at a time like this. He heard the noise again. Then again, no one seems to be in their right mind anymore, anyway. He blinked a few times in the darkness before rising from the bed, heading to the door. He unlocked it and pulled it open, half expecting whomever it was to have left by then. But the person was still there, and it was one of the last people he expected to see.

"Trish?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

He gazed out at the tiny blonde who stood before him. His heart dropped as he watched a single tear slide from her eye and trickle down her cheek.

"What's wrong?" he asked, forgetting about his anger for the moment as concern flooded his features. "Come here..."

Trish stepped into the door and through herself at him, hugging him tightly as a soft sob escaped her lips.

"Oh, Jay, I'm so sorry," she cried against him. "I just left Lisa's after having a long talk with her... she told me everything."