One Night's Mistake

By: RoxyRoo

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Summary: A story of how one night's mistake, can ruin the lives of two people.

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Chapter Seventeen

Rory pushed a strand of hair back out of her face, as she walked out of her room towards the kitchen. She came to a halt as she saw Tristan standing there drinking a glass of orange juice. She was use to him being gone to work before she got up from bed for her classes.

"Hey," Rory said awkwardly, as she went to start the coffee machine.

"Hey," Tristan said, as he finished his juice. He went to rinse it in the sink, before sticking it in the dishwasher.

"You're leaving late?" Rory pointed out, more than asked.

"Yeah, well, my meeting starts later this morning than most," Tristan explained, as he ran a hand through his hair, leaning up against the counter.

Rory bit her bottom lip, as the coffee machine started to drip. "Look, I don't like this..."

"Don't like what?" Tristan asked confused.

"This, how awkward we are together," Rory explained, using her hands. "I- I just want things to go back to how they were, before Valentines."

"Rory, I think you're reading more into stuff than what they are," Tristan said, as he went over to the breakfast nook to put some papers in his briefcase, before shutting it. "Nothing is any different, other than the fact that I have been working more. However that is how things were before this whole marriage. I wasn't working as much before because I was wanting you to become more comfortable living here."

Rory sighed. This was not going how she wanted it to.

"Look, my meeting is starting soon," Tristan said, running another hand through his hair. "Don't forget that we have a party at one of my business associate's tonight."

"I won't," Rory said softly, as she watched him leave.

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Rory glanced over at Tristan as they drove up the driveway to the party that night. He was sitting right there, however she felt a million miles away from him. He said that nothing was different, however everything was different. She could feel it. He did not look or talk to her like how he use to. She hated to admit it, but she missed it. She missed him.

Rory was shook out of her thoughts, as her door opened. She was surprised to find that the car had already stopped, and Tristan was opening her door. She unbuckled herself, as her cheeks turned red.

Once out of the car, Tristan offered her his arm, to look the part of loving newlyweds to anyone who looked at them. Only the two of them knowing that they were the farthest from that.

He led her inside of the large house, and she held back her gasps of surprise at the size of it. Despite being in so many large houses, excuse me mansions, she still was shocked at the size of some of them.

Tristan could not help but smirk at her. To him, once you have seen one, you have seen them all.

"Tristan! And I take it this must be the Mrs. Dugrey?" an overly plump balding man said.

Rory tried not to cringe at the name, however as she felt Tristan tense beside her, she knew that he noticed it.

"Hello Mr. McGregor," Tristan said politely. "Yes, this is she, my wife Rory Dugrey."

"The pleasure is mine," the man said, as he kissed her hand.

And that was how most of the night went. Being led around on Tristan's arm, and being introduced as his wife. Being the perfect trophy wife. Rory could feel herself dragging, especially at that thought.

She felt suffocated as Tristan left her with the other trophy wives, as he went to talk business with a few men. She was having a hard time handling all of the bubbly talk of who had snagged the richer man. A couple of the woman even gushed over how she had finally managed to snag the Tristan Dugrey off of the market, and how perfectly dreamy he was.

"Um, excuse me," Rory said. "I have to go, um, powder my nose." And with that Rory quickly left the group of trophy wives. She took off as quickly as she could, towards a balcony she had eyed earlier. She needed the fresh air. To re-gather her thoughts.

Once in the sanctuary of it, alone, or so she thought, she let out a sigh of relief, gulping in the fresh air.

"Tough night?"

Rory whirled around to come face to face with none other than Logan Huntzberger, who was leaning up against the wall. He pushed off it to come closer to her.

"Logan," Rory gasped. "What are you doing here?"

"Same as you," Logan grinned. "Getting some fresh air."

Rory squirmed, as Logan continued to stare at her. She had been feeling uncomfortable around him since they broke up. She felt like that he would be able to see through her, see through this lie if she was around him long enough.

"I-I should be getting back," Rory said, as she started to leave.

"Don't," Logan whispered, as he caught her wrist, bringing her towards him.

"Logan, please," Rory whispered back, her eyes darting around nervously. "Someone might see..."

"Nobody can see," Logan said huskily as he brought her into his arms, holding her securely. "I can see that you are not happy with him."

Rory looked up at him with wide eyes. "Wha- What?"

"If you were happy, why would you be out here, and not with him?"

"Logan," Rory whispered, biting her bottom lip, looking away, anywhere but his gaze. She tried to struggle to get out of his embrace, however both could tell it was only half heartily. "Ple- Please let me go."

"Sure," Logan said lightly. "After you look me in the eyes and tell me that you are happily married to Tristan Dugrey and you two are madly in love."

Rory's eyes darted up to meet his, her mouth opening, then shutting.

Logan smirked. "I thought so." His mouth then crashed into hers, forcefully taking charge. Hers immediately reacted, moving insync with his lips. It was not long before the kiss was deepened. However just as abruptly that it started, Logan ended it.

Rory let out a small whimper of protest, causing Logan's smirk to widen. Just as quickly as his lips left her, his arms left her.

He took her hand, bringing it to his lips. "Till next time. Meet me Monday at 4:00pm." And with that he was gone.

Rory stared wide eyed at his back, as he disappeared into the crowd. It was not until he was out of sight that she noticed the piece of paper that he had slipped into her hand.

Unfolding it, she saw the name of a coffee shop that is about ten minutes from Yale. She brought a hand to her lips, where Logan had just kissed her, before bringing a hand to her hair to smoothen anything that might have come out of place. She then quickly darted off the balcony to get to the bathroom before anyone could notice her.

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AN: Dodges the rotten fruit thrown at her. Hey, you guys begged for the update in this, and this was the turn I've been planning for the story since the beginning... Maybe that's why I have not been wanting to write in this story... Anyways, truthfully, I have not been feeling this story for about the last month, which is why I have not been updating much... However you guys seem to love it, with all of the PM, and reviews I've received begging for me to update... So I will finish it out, however it'll just take time. Also, sorry about the chapter being short, however I figure short is better than nothing ;)