Well here it is guys, next chapter. The doll thing is going to be evolving throughout the story, there's more where that came from, so, just read and REVIEW!!

Thanks so much Flesa!

Moving in.

Chloe was glad to finally be on land. She was being escorted to a limo that had been waiting for them by the driver; her "husband" had taken a detour for an urgent business meeting he had been called to during their flight. They had dropped him off first and she had stayed alone the rest of the flight. It was incredible how time and distance seemed to be no excuse for someone like Lex Luthor, as long as money was being made. She chuckled to herself, earning a curious sideways look from the tall man walking beside her. She pretended she didn't notice.

Once she was on her way back to Smallville - they had agreed that was where they were going to live, since that was where her job was and he still flew back and forth from metropolis – she let out a frustrated sigh and sank deep into the seat. The rest of the trip had been made just by herself. Lex would be gone for hours at a time. Untrue to his word he had not let her know anything about the doll that had been found in their bed; and to top matters off, he had made it practically impossible for her to investigate on her own, closing up any lead she may have.

Something about the whole ordeal had made her suspect they hadn't seen the end of it yet, but she would get the chance to find out, one way or another. For the time being she decided to give it a rest, until she got to her computer.

She let a smile slip on her face; the internet had always been a faithful informant, it wouldn't let her down now.

Lex walked into his room, undressing as he went, not bothering to turn the lights on. He was glad to finally get some time to rest. It had been a long day to say the least, but it was finally over.

As he got in bed under the silken sheets, he heard a faint noise. He sat up and listened, suddenly remembering he was no longer alone. He smirked and lay back again, remembering Chloe. How could he have forgotten? Chloe Sullivan was sleeping in the room next to his, connected by a door so no one would ever know they slept in different rooms.

Chloe had given him the hardest time on that cruise. Not only was she impassive, she was stubborn and never took no as an answer. He took more time paying people off to not talk to her, or cover up any clues, than he had taking care of the matter. Now he knew they hadn't seen the end of it, and he didn't want her to get wind of how big this really was. Besides, he didn't have all the answers yet, so he would wait.

Sleep began to overcome him like it hadn't in a long time, the weight of the trip and the express flight to L.A. wearing on him. He didn't fight it and let himself slip into a dreamless sleep.

The morning rays tried their best to penetrate the dark and heavy curtains of the vast bedroom, but failed, not being able to announce to the sleeping form that the day had begun. The room lay in complete darkness, until the sound of a door opening and a faint light interrupted it, waking the sleeping form in the process.

Lex was instantly awake, the sound of footsteps ringing clearly in his head. He got up quickly, the faint light giving away the intruder's position. He swiftly grabbed him from behind, locking his head in his arm, the other grabbing his waist.

The smell of soft soap and jasmine attacked his senses first.

"Let go of me!" the loud voice of an angry woman came second.

He let go and reached for the lights.

"Goodness Lex, I don't think becoming a widower less than a week into your marriage will help you any." Chloe rubbed her neck, trying to ease the soreness his arm had caused. Her face suddenly scrunched up in worry. "Or will it?" she asked, taking in his strong chest and arms; he could easily wring her neck.

He ignored her question and proceeded to sound offended.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, somewhat annoyed at his sleep being disturbed.

"Um, if I recall you told me you had all my clothes put in your closet to make it look real, remember? All I have are bathing suits and sundresses, and I don't think my editor will think very highly of me if I show up to work in a bikini." She finished, crossing her arms across her chest, pulling the bathrobe tighter around her body.

He looked at her deadpan, then rolled his head one way and another to ease the tension that had built up on his neck.

Sleeping with her on the cruise had been different. He usually got up before her and was gone by the time she woke up; besides, the vacation setting and the whole doll issue had helped him a little.

Waking up in his bedroom with a woman was another thing. His room was his own private place, there was only room for him and his nightmares there, no more.

Well, that was about to change.

"Look Lex, if this really bothers you, why don't I take my clothes and put them in my closet?" she had meant to come in as silently as possible, but now she learned he was a light sleeper.

"No, the maid has to see your clothes here." He closed his eyes and regained composure. "The room next door gets cleaned anyway, but we don't want anyone outside us to know we sleep in separate beds. I will get used to it." He finished, turning towards the bathroom.

"Well you better, I don't think I like the idea of you jumping me every time I try to get my clothes in the morning." Lex slowly turned to face her again; she suddenly realized the ways her statement could be taken.

"Don't worry Chloe, I won't be 'jumping you' anytime soon." He took a long pause "at least not without your permission." He managed an evil smirk before disappearing into the bathroom.

Chloe rolled her eyes in an effort to fight back the blush that threatened to redden her face and turned her attention back to the walk in closet. Now where had they put her stuff?

Next Chapter: Being Mrs. Luthor