I don't own Sailor Moon or any characters in relation to the franchise. However, this story is of my own creation.

Don't Lie to Me

Serena Thomas rushed hurriedly through her apartment, she had about an hour till she was supposed to be at work and she couldn't find her favorite black pumps.

Crouching down on her knees so she could look underneath her couch she squealed out in delight at her discovery of her treasured pumps. Pulling them out she noticed a scrape of paper that must have been pushed underneath as well when she had tried to clean up in a hurry the other night when Mina came over to watch movies. Curious as to what the paper had written on it, she quickly grabbed for it.

Un-wrapping the crinkled mess that was the paper scrap Serena noticed that a phone number was written on it. Wondering who the number could be she slowly started to reach for her phone to begin dialing but thought otherwise when she noticed the time. She had about forty five min's to get to work now and she was longing to grab an early morning coffee boost that would hopefully get her through the day's dealings.

Sticking the paper scrape into her purse she quickly planted her feet into her cherished pumps. Looking quickly into one of the many mirrors which littered her apartment, she took a brief and satisfied appraisal of her appearance. She was wearing a black silk pencil skirt which accentuated her womanly curves with a white silk blouse. A thick black belt was placed high around her waist giving her a professional yet fashion forward appearance. Glancing at the clock yet again she swiftly grabbed a black silk suite jacket which was part of the matching skirt set she was wearing from her closet hook, and ran out the door.

Walking steadily into Café Bella, a local coffee shop that she had found one day while shopping, Serena gently pushed open the door and was greeted by not only the friendly face of Lita Rosenbaum, the owner, but with the rich smell of coffee beans as well.

"Hey Serena," chirped Lita happily. "You want your regular, Grande, White Chocolate Mocha latte?"

"Of course Lita," giggled Serena as she walked up to the counter.

"So how have you been," inquired Lita casually?

"Oh pretty good, not a whole lot's been going on, except for a new case I've been working on at the firm," replied Serena as she pulled out her wallet and paid for her coffee. "…and it's been a killer to."

Laughing Lita handed Serena her steaming cup of coffee, as she wished her luck on her new case.

"Hey Lita, you gave me a Venti," Serena declared suddenly as she tried to hand back her cup.

"Na, girl, it's on the house," replied Lita throwing Serena a wink.

Serena couldn't help but, smile her thanks at her friend. From the first day she had walked into Lita's café, the two girls had immediately bonded. Serena had instantly felt upon meeting Lita that she was a trustworthy person, a quality she found most important when forging bonds with other people. In her opinion if you couldn't trust a person you truly couldn't be friends with them.

Serena had always fancied Lita's little coffee shop, with its checkered table clothes and rose colored wallpaper, the atmosphere exuded calmness and serenity, which Serena desperately tried to surround herself with in her daily routine. Breathing in deeply she could almost taste the rich texture of the coffee being made as well as a hint of roses which littered the shop's expanse. It was almost to soothing for Serena's fast paced mind to handle as she waved goodbye to Lita and headed out the door and towards the busy metropolis that was the city.

Suddenly jarred out of her thoughts, Serena felt herself crash unexpectedly into a hard toned chest which in return instantly knocked her off balance causing her to spill her recently bought coffee all over the person she had collided with. Immediately she started to voice her apologies when she looked up and saw the last person she had expected to see…

"Darien," exclaimed Serena surprised at who was standing in front of her.

Feeling completely embarrassed that she had spilt coffee all over him. Serena quickly ran over to one of the tables and grabbed a napkin to start patting the brown stain that was now appearing on his cotton white shirt. "I'm so sorry," confessed Serena trying to keep her eyes averted from his. "I...I didn't see you there."

Finally raising her gaze to look up at him, Serena noticed right away that he wasn't mad, but instead had a smug grin spreading across his face. "Of all the people to run into, huh," he chuckled as he took the napkin from her hands and started to dab once more at the spot.

Serena couldn't help but, stare dumb founded at him, still not believing that he was standing right there in front of her. As her eyes began to wonder down his ravenous form she couldn't help but, bit her lip as she noticed the spot where the coffee had soaked all the way through, revealing his hard fit mussels, causing memories of their last encounter to surface into her mind. "Don't worry about it," he said as he noticed her biting her lip in worry. "It's just a shirt".

"Well, can I at least buy you a cup of coffee," offered Serena as she slipped out of her rather indecent daydream.

"Ah, well like I've told you before I don't let woman pay," said Darien casually. "Let's just say you owe me one instead," he replied closing the distance between them, making Serena feel the need to run her hands up and down Darien's temping form. His breath was inches from her face and she could now smell his strong scent overpowering her senses in an intoxicating manner, as if trying to entice her in some way.

"I, ugh… yeah sure…" Serena stated nervously.

"Great," he replied with warm a smile.

Smooth thought Serena as she watched him walk up towards the counter and order a coffee from Lita who whenever Darien wasn't looking happened to be throwing goofy grins in Serena's direction.

When he was done getting his coffee and was on his way back towards her. Serena felt her heart start to quicken and her hands begin to sweat profusely at she thought of what to say next. Why was she so nervous? Men never made her nervous, why was this one any different?

"So, where are you off to now," asked Darien casually as both him and Serena walked out of the café together.

"Oh work," she replied with a frustrated sigh.

"That bad huh," he replied with a smile.

"No, actually," she confessed. "I really do enjoy what I do, it's just today seems like it's going to be a beautiful sunny day, and I get to spend it inside working on case files."

"What are you…a lawyer or something," he answered with a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes.

"Yeah," laughed Serena. "Is it that obvious?"

In response to her question Darien just laughed, as he stepped up to the curb to signal an awaiting limo up the street.

"Nice ride," whistled Serena as her eyes swept up and down the cars length.

"It's a company car," replied Darien quickly as he noticed her sparked interest in the car.

"What are you," teased Serena. "…some big hot shot businessman?"

Chuckling lightly Darien answered "Something like that," before opening the car door and ushering her in.

"Oh, no that's quite alright," responded Serena to his gesture. "I just work a couple of blocks from here."

"Nonsense," replied Darien. "I don't mind."

Feeling as though this wasn't such a good idea, Serena began biting her lip like she always did when deciding something she was unsure of. She liked Darien, a fact which scared her a little. After meeting one another they had quickly slept together, which in Serena's opinion was something the beginning of a long lasting relationship wasn't based upon. Did he want to pursue a relationship with her? The question swarmed through her head making her want to squirm with delight and cringe at the same time.

Looking around her soundings for someway out of answering him a flash of light across the street caught her eye. Squinting her eyes so as to see better, Serena determined that there was a man across the street, sitting in his car taking snapshots of her and Darien together.

Noticing her lack of attention, Darien's gaze fallowed her own and upon seeing the man in the car he quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her into the limo, not waiting for her response to his earlier invitation.

Frazzled about being pushed not to gently into the back of the limo Serena threw a surprised look at Darien who at the moment was staring intently out the car window towards the man in the car, his hard gaze not wavering in the slightest.

"Darien," questioned Serena, her words breaking him of his trance.

"I'm really sorry Serena," replied Darien coolly still staring out the window. "I hope I didn't startle you to much."

"Uh…no…but, who is that guy, and why was he taking pictures of us," asked Serena, her natural curiosity taking hold of her.

"Nobody," he whispered, before he re-opened the car door and stepped back onto the street curb, leaving Serena alone in the limo.

She watched intently as Darien slowly walked across the street casually, with his hands in his pockets and a hard look upon his face towards the man in the car. It seemed the man upon noticing Darien coming towards him had immediately realized his cover was blown and had decided it was best to leave, but before he could actually start his car and speed away, Darien had reached him.

Pressing her nose up against the window, Serena's focus intensified as she watched Darien carelessly begin a conversation with the man, who at the moment was thrusting a shaky hand, which held the camera; towards Darien who at that instant seemed to be reveling in his dominance over the situation. This side of Darien scared her a little; he had always seemed friendly and most importantly "Normal", definitely not the man that she was looking at across the street. But, Serena you've know him for what, a couple days, she screamed to herself, feeling stupid that she had trusted him so whole heartedly.

Noticing that Darien was on his way back to the limo, Serena quickly took the sleeve of her coat jacket and rubbed the spot on the window where her nose had made a print before quickly sliding across the leather seats to the other side of the limo.

When Darien opened the car door and slipped in, Serena pretended to act casual as if his absence had meant nothing to her. "Oh…decided to come back huh," replied Serena noticing that Darien still held the camera in his hands.

Ignoring her comment Darien, slid up to the top end of the limo and swiftly knocked on the inside windowpane, which immediately began to roll down, revealing the driver. "Marco, take this," replied Darien as he handed over the camera to the driver who then asked where their next destination would be.

"A hundred, and eighty fifth, St.," cut in Serena quickly as the driver nodded and rolled the window back to its original position, leaving her alone with Darien once again.

Finally setting his full attention on Serena, Darien slid back down to where she sat and proceeded to grab a bottle of brandy and pour it into two glasses. Offering her a glass Serena swiftly declined stating that she was going to work and that it most likely wasn't the best idea to drink.

Nodding his head in acceptance, Darien set down the glasses and let one of his arm's slither casually around her shoulders as his fingers traced lazy circles up and down her arm, his other hand began barely grazed down the expanse of her long legs.

Knowing where Darien's intentions towards her were heading Serena immediately began to voice her refusal when she was cut short by Darien's tongue traveling up the length of her throat. Moaning softly at the sensations she was experiencing, Serena on instinct leaned her head back so as to give his mouth better access on its journey upwards. Upon reaching the bottom of her ear and tenderly biting down, Serena gasped in surprise and Darien immediately took that moment as an opportunity to claim her opened mouth in a deep searing kiss as his hands began wandering down the base of her back and pulling her body closer to him with an evident need.

Serena's mind was a blank as she swam mindlessly in the sensations Darien was inflicting upon her, however as his hand began to tease its way up her skirt, her common sense kicked in and she realized what she was doing. Pushing him away, much to her body's protests she sat up straight not looking at him as she smoothed out her clothes, fixing herself to look as though nothing had happened.

Finally getting the courage to face him, Serena was taken aback by the desire evident in his deep blue eyes as well as a look of apparent surprise which flashed before her so quickly that she almost doubted she saw it.

"I'm...I'm not a whore Darien," Serena replied after a few moments of silence. "I don't go around sleeping with random people I meet off the street…the other night…that was a… mistake. We were drunk and…and not thinking straight."

Darien didn't say anything for a moment and it seemed to Serena an eternity before he actually opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a word the car came to a halt and Marco came around and opened the door letting the bright sunlight stream into the limo; disturbing the dark atmosphere inside. However, Serena basked in the sun's warm and comforting disturbance as it promised her an escape away from Darien.

Wanting desperately to know what Darien was about to say but, feeling as though it was time for her to leave, she quickly stepped out of the car not daring to look back at Darien's lust filled eyes, knowing that if she did she wouldn't be able to turn away.

Quickly thanking Marco for the ride Serena began walking towards her office building, knowing that for the rest of the day she wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything, for her thoughts would be focused entirely on Darien and the way he had looked at her when she had pushed him away…

He stood in front of a large window, gazing out upon the large expanse of the city lying before him. He seemed to be deep in thought as he swirled his glass of whiskey and raised it to his lips downing it in one gulp before turning away from the window and slamming the glass upon a large redwood desk. It was obvious that he was in a state of frustration an emotion that was foreign to him.

He was a man who always got what he wanted and who cared for nothing, except his work and family, of which he was furiously protective of, but it seemed as of late the two had merged, coming out in the form of his cousin, trying to overthrow him and take control of Shields Architecture. His boyhood friend, who he had grown up with and who he had always considered as more of a brother then anything had finally shown his true colors to the world. It had been a grave blow to not only him, but his family as well. He felt betrayed and it broke his heart to know that his cousin; his flesh and blood, had so much hatred for him as to try and take away his life; his business and in the process destroy their family.

He had inherited the business at a very young age due to his father's death, which had not only made him President and owner of the company, but head of the family as well, a position that wasn't to be taken lightly. For many generations the Shields had made their family fortune not only in major Architectural projects around the world but, in other business ventures as well.

It was Mr. Shields job as head of the family to ensure that all his relatives were well taken care of and able to prosper. His family was quite close with one another and him being at the head had automatically condemned him to become the buffer for any family disputes and well as the one who members of the family would seek out from time to time for advice. Never in all the years of watching over them had they ever questioned his decisions and authority, until now.

When he was young he had been a very trusting and genuinely happy boy. But, when his father had died he had separated himself from everyone and began to immerse his attention into his school studies. Over the years he had turned into a cold and calculative man, which had served him well in business dealings for he never wavered in his decisions once his mind was made up no matter what the cost of the outcome would be. Which in return had doubled their family's fortune immensely, but it had also made him feel isolated and dejected from everyone. The only time he felt liberated was when he would drown himself in the pleasures of a woman's company, of which he did quite frequently. They made him feel wanted and at the center of their hearts and he loved them for it. Not true love of course but, a form of it nonetheless.

The phone on his desk beeped, breaking him of his thoughts and signaling that his secretary was trying to get a hold of him. Pushing the intercom button he quickly reclaimed his business demeanor and in a formal tone asked her what she wanted.

"Mr. Devonson is on line one," stated his secretary.

"Ah…yes, I've been expecting his call," he replied. "Transfer him to my office right away."

"Yes, Mr. Shields," responded his secretary before hanging up the phone.

Hesitating a second before actually picking up the phone again he swiftly took in a deep breath and pressed the blinking button labeled line one.

"Mr. Devonson," he began, as a smooth coldness crept into his voice.

"Yes, hello Mr. Shields," replied Mr. Devonson formally. "My deepest apologies about not calling sooner but, business has been hectic lately."

"It's understandable, Mr. Devonson," replied Mr. Shields curtly, wanting to get to the point of the phone call.

"Now, you of all people are well aware of what my services entail so I believe that the only thing we need to discuss before anything is price." continued Mr. Devonson.

"Yes, of course," replied Mr. Shields. "Like always you'll get half before and half after…I've already sent the money to the designated pick up spot and after you've fallowed through with your end, you'll be paid the rest."

"Well, it seems as though everything is in order then and all I need to know now is the target," replied Mr. Devonson calmly.

Never believing that he would ever have to utter the words he was about to say, Mr. Shields took in a deep pained breath before answering.

"Seiya, Shields."

Yay! Chapter four! lol, and it's a cliffhanger! haha! I know it's been quite awhile since i last posted. Sorry! Things came up and...you know how it go's! I really hope you guys liked the new chapter as i'm readily awaiting the feedback! I love REVIEWS! So post em!

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