I'm suffering from a lot of rage today.. The day has only begun. Greys was ...AHHH! Then my lap top flipped out, so I am basically screwed for my last online assignment. I am so pissed. I cannot submit it anymore since it was due at midnight. I am just having a day.

In other random rants, one of my friends was on Parental Control. hahahah.

Anyway, I have decided to upload the last three chapters of Untitled. It will be completely up tomorrow. This chapter doesnt exactly flow, but the end of the chapter really works for the next two, so until chapter 23!

-S

.21.

Dirty Little Secret

I'll keep you my dirty little secret (dirty little secret)
Don't tell anyone
Or you'll be just another regret (just another regret)
Hope that you can keep it
My dirty little secret

- All American Rejects

"Seriously?" Claudia quipped, shoveling a slice of pizza into her mouth. "You're letting Tommy go?"

"I have to. He's married. I need to let him work that out. She loves him enough to take him back. I owe it to him let him be married."

" I got to know her pretty well. Its hard to believe she is only 3 years older than me. She's 22, a successful artist, producer, and owner of a record label. She's transferring me to the main New York office of A&R in the fall. I'll be working with Charlise Tobin. Do you have any clue how huge she is in PR? She is like the PR Goddess! The real Samantha Jones! I shall call her my queen."

Jude laughed at Claudia's enthusiasm.

"The real Samantha Jones, huh? Don't go picking up any bad habits."

Claudia snorted. "Like Jamie would let me!"

"Speaking of Jamie, what is the full story there?" Jude asked, she got up from the couch to grab another set of sodas.

"I am completely smitten by my geeky love god."

Jude slumped to the couch in laughter. "Love god! ahh.. That is great. Oo. Thank you. Thank you, Claudia for the best laugh in years."

Claudia smacked Jude with a pillow.

"Watch it, Harrison," Claudia mock threatened.

"I am petrified, Young."

"You should be."

Tommy helped Samantha into the black town car. Once their bags were tucked away in the trunk, the driver returned to the wheel. Tommy leaned over to give the driver the address of the penthouse when Sam put her hand on his arm.

"I bought a house when you were in Europe."

"You bought a house without consulting me!"

"I didn't know what was going to happen. I didn't even know if you were going to come back, so I bought a house."

"Where?"

Sam turned to the driver and instructed him to their new home.

"It looks like the house from Mr. and Mrs. Smith."

"Shut up." Samantha rolled her eyes and dragged her carry on up the drive way.

"Well, I always did fantasize about Angelina Jolie."

Tommy walked in the house to find boxes scattered around.

"I sold my house and got a smaller place in Belmont. Lia is renting it. I had her send some stuff from storage. There is four bedrooms and four bathrooms."

Tommy nodded and wandered around the living room.

"It's really great, Sam."

"You don't like it."

"No, no, its not that," Tommy attempted to reassure. He smiled at her nervously.

Samantha sighed and laid her head against the doorway molding. Tommy walked over to her and kissed her softly.

"So, this master bedroom you were talking about…"

Samantha rolled her eyes. Some things about Tommy never changed.

"Where the hell have you been, man? I've been calling your place all weekend," Kwest complained Monday morning.

"She bought a house."

"What?"

"Sam bought a house while I was in Europe. I'm telling ya man, it looks like the house from Mr. and Mrs. Smith."

"I take it you were busy christening the new place, then? Or wallowing that she bought a house?"

Tommy looked at Kwest slyly. "Well, I am a married man.."

The two friends chuckled together.

"Are you guys good again?"

"Sam and I are never good. We argue about everything. Did I tell you that she had the audacity to call me a shoe whore?"

"Well, man, you do have a weird shoe fetish."

"I do not have a shoe fetish."

"You have more shoes than most men. And most women as a matter of the fact. Don't you have more shoes than Sam?"

"I do not have that many shoes!"

"I lived with you for 3 months man. I've seen your closet. You are a shoe whore."

Tommy looked at Kwest in disbelief.

"I'm going to make a sandwich and stop in on my future brother in law," Kwest declared, getting up from his chair.

"Whoa, brother in law? Who's your brother in law?" Tommy inquired following Kwest to hospitality

"Darius, of course. I asked Portia to marry me," Kwest answered, opening the fridge to collect his sandwich ingredients.

"Um, hi. We're you going to tell me? Your best friend and her ex- husband, that you are marrying my ex-wife? When did you even ask her?"

"I asked her in New York after a performance of Chicago. Darius arranged the tickets."

"Darius arranged the tickets?"

"Yea, after I asked to marry Portia he insisted on helping me pop the question."

"Darius? Darius Mills.. Darius Eugene Mills?"

"Ex-nay the middle name, man. You know how he feels about that," Kwest replied.

"yeah, I know. Hold up, Darius insisted on helping you? He tried to murder me!"

"That's because you married his baby sister in Vegas then filed for annulment less than a month later. If I was Darius, I would have killed you too."

"Yeah man, but your sister and I aren't like that.."

"You tried to be!"

"No that was your cousin."

"Even better, buddy!"

Kwest smacked Tommy upside the head. "Don't you ever think before you speak? You must be a sex god or have some skill I don't want to know about that keeps Samantha interested. It sure as hell cannot be your personality, wit, charms, or looks."

"Hey!" Tommy shouted in offense.

Kwest took a bite of the sandwich he had made through out their conversation.

"Think my brother, D would like a sandwich?"

Tommy picked up the lettuce and flung it at Kwest.

Kwest grinned and took another bite of his beloved sandwich.

"Seriously? Where was I? When was this? I want details, woman!" Samantha demanded into the telephone. Samantha would not be back at work until the next morning. Tommy had gone on some bizarre "parental" trip and forbade her from going to work.

She paused for a moment and pondered the idea of Tommy as a daddy. The kid would have some gorgeous eyes and a huge shoe collection. Her hand traveled to her stomach. The idea had been a reality, but only for a moment.

Samantha shook her head of all thoughts. She and Tommy had yet to discuss that. There was a lot they hadn't discussed.

" … right after Cell Block Tango he asked me to marry him! Not the best part but still…" Portia sighed. "It was perfect. And the ring! Girl, do I have a ring to show you! It puts that bauble Tommy put on your finger to shame!"

Sam smirked. "Oh really. Good lord, the things I miss while in a coma."

"Coma, in the midst of divorcing and not divorcing your husband. P.s. Thank you for my viper!"

"Haha. No thank you for returning the viper. The man has been driving that monster hummer. I cannot stand that car! I found a dealer that will switch if to the new Mercedes SUV."

"Haha. What can I say? Video of Tom crying while handing over the keys is priceless. Sam, you would have thought I murdered everyone he ever loved by taking those keys."

"He came back in tears. I'm his wife. What makes him think I would not find out about you having his precious viper?"

"That was such a beautiful day. Hm.. Maybe I should get the viper and park it outside his office window. Hey, Sam.. You wouldn't happen to have the urge to wash a car would you?"

Samantha laughed at Portia's implications. "Sorry, Portia. I am still getting the house in order. Maybe next time."

"Darn. I really wanted to have some fun. Well gorgeous, you take it easy. I will see you tomorrow, right? I have some styling to work on. The new Instant Star has begun. My brother is obviously not sane."

"Neither are you."

"Funny. Get better. We have shopping to do."

"Bye, 'Tia."

Samantha tossed the cordless on the couch and opened the unmarked photo box she had found. Several of the pictures were of her and Tommy before their first break up. She giggled at many of the shots. They were so young and in love.

One photo, however, caught her eye. There were a few photos to be exact. A few photos that had been forgotten. Sam stuffed the pictures to the back and shut the box. As long as those pictures were out of sight, she would never have to explain. And Tommy would never have to know.