I know, I know. More Cliff hangers, but it can't be helped.

Disclaimers ain't changed since part one.

Part Seven

I get to Sara's apartment in no time at all, thankfully I didn't get myself arrested, although the speed I was going I'm not sure how.

I jump out of the car and practically run up the stairs to her apartment. Reaching her door I come to a screeching halt; I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to say to her. I walk a few feet away from her door, trying to get my thoughts together. I should do as Warrick said, tell her the truth and if I just knew where to start, I'd feel a whole lot better.

Right, standing here will get me nowhere. I can't remember the last time I felt this nervous, my hand is shaking as I bring it up. I take a huge breath in an attempt to calm myself. I knock on the door in front of me, as soon as my hand makes contact I want to run, hide and hope this whole stupid mess will disappear.

I hear movement on the other side of the door and release the breath I didn't know I was holding.

A second or so later the door opens, the instant I see her I want to cry, the look of hurt I see cross her face breaking my heart. It's only there for a second before an indifferent, cold look takes its place.

She's waiting for me to say something and I'm just standing here like an idiot. Okay Cath, come on say something.

"Can I come in?" She immediately steps back, opening the door for me, I feel a tiny bit of hope at her gesture, maybe this isn't as bad as I thought.

The feeling lasts for the three seconds it takes me to enter her apartment and she says. "Why not, not as if what I feel about it would mean shit to you."

Ouch, okay so she's pissed, god I hope she gives me the chance to explain.

She moves and leans back against her sofa, looking at me again, waiting for me to talk.

"Can we talk?"

"Go ahead." She sounds so cold, even before she was never cold towards me.

I should have gone home and sorted my head out before coming here, figured out what I was going to say then maybe I would be talking, as opposed to standing here staring at her like a fool.

"Well, that was informative Catherine, thanks, now if you don't mind I have some stuff I want to get done, close the door behind you when you leave."

She just turns and walks into the kitchen, leaving me standing there. Watching her walk away from me seems to snap me out of my stupor. I follow her into the kitchen.

"I want to explain."

"Explain what exactly?" She walks past me back into the living room, drink in hand. "The way I see it Greg explained just fine, you made a bet, you spin me a line or two and I'm eating out of your hand in no time."

"Sara, it wasn't like that..."

"Wasn't like what? You didn't make a bet with Greg?"

"Yes but..."

"So it was exactly like that."

How am I meant to explain when she won't let me finish a sentence? She's getting angrier by the second and I have no clue what to do; so much for your great people skills Cath.

"What I don't get is why me? You could have just waited for the next person? I knew we didn't get along, but you must hate me to do this. And you'll go to some lengths to win a bet. Actually kissing me, I can't believe I thought the things you said to me were true. Or you could have just told me, I'd have found it funny; we could have had fun winding Greg up with it. Did you have to make me believe you felt something for me; that we could actually have something?"

"Sara please just listen to me." I plead.

"I think I've listened to you for long enough. I bet you thought it was funny as well, how I fell for it hook, line and sinker, yeah you probably had a good laugh about that didn't you?"

I knew she'd be angry, but I wasn't expecting this level of anger. She's positively seething and seeing as how she won't even listen to me I can do nothing but stand here and hope she calms down enough to let me tell my side of the story.

"So was it worth it? What did you win anyway? I hope it was worth everything you went through."

"I didn't win, I..."

"What, you didn't win? I thought you only had to get a date with me? Well you got that, and then some. Was that not enough? There's more? Is that why you're here? Figured maybe you might still be able to win."

"For Christ sake will you listen to me?"

She completely ignores me and continues talking.

"So let's see, I made a total fool of myself telling you how I felt, then there was kissing, then I asked you out." A look of realisation crosses her face as she makes eye contact with me for the first time since she started talking.

"Were you meant to get me into bed? Did we have to fuck for you to win?"

I can't believe she thinks I'd do that for a bet.

"You really think I'd do that."

"Why the hell not." She shrugs. "You used to take your clothes of for cash." That hurt; that really hurt, I feel the tears well up in my eyes but I try with all the energy I've got left to fight them. The way she's thinking right now, she'd probably see it as an act; think I was putting it on.

"So is that it? Because if it means that much to you, and it seems as though it does, seeing as how you made a total fool out of me to win. If it really means that much let's fuck, lord knows I could use some tension release right about now, then you'd win your bet and everyone's happy."

I look at her in total shock as she starts to unbutton the shirt she's wearing. Thankfully she has a tank top on under it; she throws the shirt across the room and walks towards me.

"So you wanna go on the sofa? The floor? Or you wanna take this to the bedroom? Pretend like it means something."

I take a step back for every step she takes towards me, until my back hits the wall; I'm still speechless, looking at her as if she's got two heads. I need to get a grip on this situation, and fast.

She laughs as she reaches me. "Against a wall, very fitting under the circumstances, good choice."

Her hands go to the hem of her top, pulling it up, my hands shoot out to stop her, there is no fucking way we're going there.

"No Sara." She looks at me and shrugs.

"You wanna go first? I can do that."

I want to leave, there's no way she's going to listen to me right now, plus I need to get away from her before I start crying.

She grabs my hips, shoving me against the wall, immediately attaching her mouth to my neck, sucking hard.

This feels so wrong, nothing like the burning kisses she gave me yesterday, the ones that took my breath away.

"Sara, stop, now"

She pulls her head back immediately, her hands leave my hips but she doesn't move away from me.

"You don't want that?"

"No, not like this."

"Well I didn't want my feelings messed with, didn't want to have my mind constantly filled with thoughts of you, but you didn't seem to care while you were making sure both of those happened did you? So excuse me if I don't give a flying fuck what you want. Seems like I do heartless bitch quite well myself, doesn't it? But then, I did learn from the best."

She walks away from me and I can't hold in the tears any more, I feel hollow, numb even and I just really need her to listen to me.

"Sara please." She looks at me, her look changes slightly when she sees I'm crying.

"Just go, I don't even know why I let you in in the first place."

The hurt in her face breaking my heart all over again.

"Are you deaf as well? Leave, go, get out." She walks to the door and holds it open for me. I don't want to leave but I don't have the energy to fight her right now. She hasn't even let me try to explain, I've barely got a word out but I feel emotionally exhausted. Her anger overwhelming me. I need to get away from her, get my head together so I do the only thing I can; I turn and leave. The tears falling freely as I hear the door slam behind me.

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Sam