"Aahh!"

Arizona screamed, as she fell out of the reclining chair and hit the hard floor. The loud thumping that had startled her out of her sleep grew even louder. For a moment, she couldn't remember where she was. Then she turned toward the door. Someone was knocking loudly.

She tiptoed to the door and glanced through the peephole. It was Alex, Callie's chief security officer, pounding on the door. Arizona definitely had some issues with this guy, but she sighed and opened the door anyway.

Alex stared down at her. "Good morning Ms. Robbins. Ms. Torres wants to see you at her office and she said that you wear this," he stated flatly, while handing her a shopping bag. She didn't recognize the language on the outside of the bag, but it looked French. She reached in and began pulling some of the items out. First was a lacey deep blue bra and matching thong.

Arizona wanted to gag.

She reached back into the bag and pulled out a soft light-blue mini-dress. With its puffed up shoulder sleeves, and pearls that adorned the neckline, the dress looked gorgeous. The material was very soft but it was very short. Like something you would wear on a beach...only much shorter. Would probably just barely fall below her ass….barely mid thigh. Arizona dumped the bag upside down, and found a pair of really long strappy high heels that hit the floor. The straps looked like it would had to be pulled up till her thighs.

So uncomfortable, Arizona grimaced internally.

But that was it. There were no pants or skirt or anything like that. What the fuck? Did Callie forget she ripped her dress to shreds last night? Her only good dressy-dress? And in exchange of what? This expensive dental floss? She stared up at Alex whose facial expression hadn't changed. He kind of reminded her of a more handsome version of Justin Chambers from the movie The Wedding Planner.

"I'll come with you, but I'm not wearing this," Arizona said, stuffing the items back into the bag. Alex rolled his eyes and walked out. Arizona went inside, quickly took a shower, dressed herself in pair of baggy jeans and a pale yellow t-shirt, threw her hairs in a messy ponytail, grabbed her purse and the bag of 'clothing' and followed him.


On the ride over, Arizona took in the scenery. It was really a beautiful neighborhood. She briefly wondered where Callie's actual office was located. Alex finally pulled up to a large house, actually a mansion, and pressed a code into the keypad in front of the closed black iron gates. Arizona noticed that the security cameras were following them. The large gate opened and the car pulled forward until it entered a garage. Inside the garage were several expensive looking cars. It looked like a showroom. Arizona could hardly believe that she was here. This was the type of image you see only in movies.

Alex opened her door and led her into the house through a side door. Arizona was speechless. It was modern, yet looked as though a lot of the artifacts belonged in a museum. He led her up a huge winding staircase and then further down another hallway. Finally they ended up in front of a large oak door. For some reason Arizona was nervous. Alex knocked on the door and it opened a few seconds later. The guy that she recognized as Mark, stuck his head out. He turned to her and looked her up and down. Arizona realized she probably looked crazy with her old outfit on. He chuckled and opened the door for her to enter.

Inside the large room were a fireplace, several bookshelves and large pictures of Greek looking God's and Goddesses. She scanned the room and saw Callie sitting behind a large desk staring at her. Callie was wearing a crisp white shirt and black dress pants. Her sleeves were rolled up till her elbow and her black tie, hung loosely around her neck. Callie's hair was smooth and shiny, like she had just gotten out of the shower. Her eyes...were beautiful. And cold.

"Have a seat, Arizona," Callie said. "Mark, can you call Alex back in here?"

"Sure, boss," Mark answered, as he walked back out in to the hallway. A few seconds later, Alex appeared at the door. "Yes, sir?"

"Alex, did you tell Arizona that I wanted her to change into the clothes I had provided?"

Alex looked over at Arizona, then back at Callie. "Yes sir. I did."

"That's all. Thank you, Alex."

Alex exited the room and Callie continued writing on the files in front of her, occasionally moving her eyes to large screen monitors in front of her. Arizona scanned the room again. Everything was neat and in order. She figured you could probably put on a white glove and swipe your hand across any surface, and you still wouldn't find any dust. She stared at Callie's profile. If she didn't hate her so much, she could actually be attracted to Callie.

After a few minutes, Arizona started becoming nervous and impatient. She cleared her throat and Callie finally looked over toward her. She motioned to Mark, who made an quick exit.

"Why do you continue to disobey me? It's not going to do anything but anger me and add more days to your stay here," Callie said, while leaning back in her chair.

Callie leaned down on her desk again and began adding her signatures on the numerous documents in front of her. She briefly looked up to Arizona and added…

"I ask one simple request, and you don't do it. And for that display of defiance...you've just earned yourself another seven days. One more week. So you're now up to twenty-one days. Or I should say just twenty, since you somewhat pleased me last night." There was cold anger in Callie's voice that angered Arizona further.

"What?! You already added a week since last night!" Arizona screamed. "You can't just add on more time, any time you want!"

"Yes, I can. That was part of the agreement we—," Callie stated calmly, before Arizona became furious.

"You…you bitch! You snake, just like my dad always said! We're changing this agreement right now!" Arizona hollered loudly, almost in tears and shaking.

Arizona knew she was being childish with her screaming fit, but she couldn't figure out how else to get it out. Callie was staring at her, not making a sound. Arizona could only see her jaw flexing.

Callie got up from her desk and walked toward Arizona. She noticed Arizona backing up while trying to wipe her face. 'Good,' Callie thought. Arizona needed to be worried….she should be scared. When Arizona's back hit the wall, her eyes flashed with fear, which Callie quickly saw fade and was replaced with anger. Damn!

Arizona didn't know what to expect. She was trapped by the wall, but damn if Callie would see her scared of her...even if she was. Callie quickly approached her and stared down at her, only a few inches from Arizona's face.

"Don't you ever interrupt me again. Don't you ever tell me what to do again. And so help me, if you ever fucking yell at me again, your ass will pay the price, and I do mean literally," Callie said menacingly, narrowing her eyes at Arizona's sapphires.

Arizona felt like crying. Something about the way Callie looked at her made her believe Callie was telling the truth. Arizona could feel the tears building up, and she could feel her eyes glassing over. 'Please don't drop, please don't drop,' she prayed to herself internally, willing her tears to stay on the brim of her eyelids.

"If you don't like the agreement we set, then you can leave. But I'm done with this discussion. I refuse to argue with you," Callie said in a low voice. "Now, put on the goddamn outfit, or leave. Your decision. I'm not forcing you to do anything. I'm just setting the rules."

Arizona tried to stare up at Callie with indignation, but she quickly lowered her head when the first tear dropped. "I still hate you," she spat out, not caring if Callie added another week.

"Just as long as you do what I say, you can hate me all you want," Callie said, turning her back to Arizona. She walked to her desk, and sat down.

"Go change. And wipe your makeup off and re-do it in natural undertones, there's a new kit in the bathroom, and let your hair down" Callie commanded, while she started working on her big screen monitors again.

Arizona walked over to the couch and retrieved the bag. She walked into the bathroom and did as Callie asked. When she changed into the dress, she realized what a beautiful sexy outfit it really was. The light blue complimented her honey-kissed, white skin and her blue eyes. And the expensive, soft material felt divine sliding across her body. Were she on her honeymoon...this would have been perfect. She would have felt like a sexy princess. Instead, she was acting like a cheap woman to please some sick psycho who her father owed money to. Amazing how a different scenario could cause an outfit like this to make her want to vomit. Arizona quickly wrapped the accompanying strappy heels around her legs and exited the bathroom.

When she came out Callie was nowhere to be seen. Alex came in a few moments later followed by a waitress carrying a trolly full of breakfast. He briefly informed Arizona about Callie's meetings and exited the office room along with the waitress. Arizona indulged in some French breakfast and juice all the while her mind wandered to how she can escape back to the loft, so she doesn't have to deal with Callie's anger again.


Callie looked up from her iPad when she entered her personal office, and saw Arizona sitting on the couch, flipping through the latest issue of People's magazine, all the while nibbling on some French pastry. The white frost looked divine around Arizona's lips and for a moment Callie's mind wandered to how it will look….she chuckled internally and closed the office door.

Her dick was already twitching. The effect this girl had on Callie was ridiculous. Arizona looked so timid and shy, but Callie knew Arizona had a small temper underneath all of that. That Arizona could be a wildcat if she wanted to.

Callie went inside, sat back in her leather chair and commanded.

"Come here."

Arizona stood up and made her way over to Callie's desk, slightly wobbling once due to how high her heels were. Callie reached out to grab her hand and brought Arizona around her desk. Even with the heels, Arizona was still shorter than Callie.

Callie slowly looked up and began to inch Arizona's dress down. Her eyes drank in Arizona's smooth white skin and full beautiful tits. She placed her hands on Arizona's sides and lightly rubbed her stomach with her thumbs. The dress was pooling around Arizona's midsection now, it's upper portion completely pulled down. Callie stared back into Arizona's face, taking in her endless blue eyes.

"Hey Callie-shit, sorry," Mark said as he barged through the door, then stopped, realizing that Callie was 'busy'.

"Yes, Mark?" Callie asked, never breaking her gaze from Arizona.

Arizona was thankful that her bare back was facing the door and Mark couldn't see much.

"Sorry, Torres. Didn't mean to interrupt, but Amelia Shepherd is downstairs."

"Tell her I'll be there in a few minutes," Callie answered, all the while sliding the straps of the deep blue bra off Arizona's shoulders.

"Yes, Mam," Mark said, then closed the door behind him.

Arizona shivered when her bra was unclapsed and was raked off completely. She instinctively covered her chest. Though they did fucked last night, last night didn't had anything that involved deep gazing or gentle caressing. It was just a quick fuck. But now it seemed like Callie Torres was taking more pieces of Arizona's soul away from her.

Callie gently lifted Arizona and made her sat against the top of her empty side of the desk, all the while she smoothly stepped in between Arizona's legs. Arizona looked at Callie's eyes as they stared at her lips. A part of her wanted to know what Callie's lips tasted like. Were they as soft as they looked? Callie's face hovered over hers a few more seconds, lips mere millimetres apart, breaths mingling. But that would be crossing an imaginary line, so instead Callie lowered her mouth to Arizona's neck. She began to lightly nip at her throat.

Arizona tried not to like what Callie was doing to her, but she couldn't help it. Callie's hands roamed all over her body, burning it as they traveled. Callie was being much more gentle with her than she was last night. Slowly, Callie's thumbs found the thin string of Arizona's thong, and slid it down her legs.

Callie pulled the underwear off and stuck them in her pocket. She unfastened her pants and they dropped down to her knees. She leaned over Arizona and placed the tip of her dick at the opening of Arizona's dripping pussy. Callie pushed deep inside Arizona in one fluid movement. Callie watched as Arizona's back arched and her lips formed an 'o' sound that never came out.

"Are you okay?" Callie asked.

This took Arizona by surprise. She hadn't thought Callie cared if she were ever okay or not. Something in her eyes seemed genuine. Arizona nodded her head.

"Are you on the pill?"

Arizona nodded her head again.

Callie braced her arms on both sides of Arizona's body and began to push deeper and harder with each thrust.

Arizona knew that she had no way to hide her facial expressions from Callie this time. Callie was staring at her, watching every change in her emotions. She felt so damn good. There were no words to really describe it. Callie moved her hand to cup Arizona's right boob and latched onto the protruding nipple. Callie's tongue rolled around the hard tip before she began to suck. At first, it was soft, but soon Callie began to suck harder, and then she bit her.

"Oww..." Arizona whispered to her. Callie raised her head up with a grin, and attacked the other nipple, while massaging the bruised nipple. Arizona felt herself falling deeper and deeper. She willed her hands to grasp the table tightly and not ram it into Callie's hair and pull her closure. Arizona couldn't think, which was the first sign that she was about to orgasm. For the first time in years….

Callie's appetite grew on Arizona's boobs and she began to suck even harder all the while her hips continued to push in and out of Arizona's very tight vagina.

"ooh, damn!" Arizona yelled as she began to spasm, and her back arched while her eyes rolled back. For a moment she couldn't talk, as if she had been electrocuted.

Callie lifted herself off Arizona's luscious boobs and began to pound into her soft love nest with more force. She looked down between them, watching her shaft disappear and then reappear. The carmel~white contrast turned her on even more and sent her over the edge.

"Shit!" Callie belted as she finally came. Saturating Arizona's center with shot after shot of hot cum. She stilled herself above Arizona, while trying to regain her composure.

Once Callie pulled out of Arizona, she cleaned herself with the tissues on her desk and offered a few clean ones to Arizona. Arizona sat up and timidly took her offering.

Callie pulled up her pants, tucked her dress shirt back in, and fastened her belt. She stared at Arizona for a few seconds longer before she walked around the desk and left the room.

Arizona was so confused. A part of her wanted to go back to the loft. At least there, she felt like a prisoner and she could remember why she hated Callie. Yes, she needed to go back there. She hated when Callie just walked away from her after sex, like it didn't matter….

Maybe that was best. It wasn't supposed to matter, right?


"So there she is," Amelia Shepherd announced, when Callie finally made it downstairs. "Been waitin' a long time here, Torres. What's up?"

Callie wanted to punch the arrogant woman in the face. She hated Amelia. Stupid Shepherd clan's, wannabe heiress. Callie had known Amelia Shepherd all her life. Both of their fathers were in the 'game'. And there had always been this superficial peace between both families, but underneath...they knew the deal. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Amelia Shepherd had tried to pull a few business ventures from who she thought was an unsuspecting Callie, but that ended in several threatening phone calls, and then Amelia Shepherd finally backed off. Probably due to her brother, Derek Shepherd, who still ran their household.

Derek Shepherd was a gentleman, but Amelia was not. Callie had a lot of respect for Derek, but she couldn't stand his sister. Too many times Amelia had tried to woo Callie's woman away and succeeded and though Callie couldn't be bothered with a second time with any of her women or Amelia banging her sloppy seconds, Callie knew that Amelia did that on purpose.

"Nothing to concern yourself with. So, to what do I owe the pleasure Amy?" Callie asked, not bothering to hide her dislike. She knew Amelia hated it when anyone called her 'Amy'.

"Got some business matters to discuss with you. Mind if we do it over a game of pool, Calliope?" Amelia smirked, already walking toward the billiards room. She knew Callie hated being called 'Calliope'.

"Sure, make yourself at home…bitch," Callie muttered out of earshot, and Mark laughed.

When they entered the billiards room, Amelia immediately picked up Callie's cue stick.

"So, we have a new little investment with a new Korean group. They have a product we want. Only, we don't have the contacts for the runners who could help with this. Word is, you do Torres. So, if you scratch our backs on this, we'll make sure to give your restaurants, multiple deals on this" Amelia added getting all serious.

Mark and Callie looked at each other. "And what exactly would that product be?" Callie asked, while handing Amelia a pen and paper.

Amelia wrote down a word quickly, and then wiped her fingerprint off of the pen.

Callie quickly glanced at it, and then handed it to Mark, who immediately threw it in the fire.

"That's not something I deal with, nor do I care to. Sorry, can't help you," Callie stated, while grabbing a cue.

"Well, maybe you can be a good girl, and just give us your contact. You or your restaurants don't have to be involved in it at all, if you don't want to"

"Well, as you know, I don't really like being a 'good girl'." Callie added while rounding the pool table

Amelia and Callie both stared at each other for a moment. "Okay. Well, I'll make sure to report that back to my brother, he would be glad to know how you are paying him back for all the help he provided you with all those years ago" Amelia said, while racking up the balls.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was under the impression that your brother didn't know—considering he has mentioned that he isn't into that type of business either. Maybe I should give him a call to explain myself," Callie said, leaning against the pool table. She knew she had just stuck the knife in and broken it off. Callie was certain that Derek Shepherd had no idea that his fuck-up of a sister was about to start dealing drugs. Derek was just as against the stuff as Callie was.

Amelia narrowed her eyes at Callie. "Watch yourself, Torres..."

"No. This is my house. You watch yourself, Amelia," Callie countered, while Alex stepped a foot closer to Amelia.

Amelia glanced at Alex, and then back to Callie. Suddenly a bright smile spread across Amelia's features. "Shit, man. Don't get all serious on me. Fuck, let's just play some pool, drink and see where the night takes us."

Callie nodded. Shepherd family were important business family and Callie didn't wanted a scene either.

"How long since you have got laid, Torres? I heard Penny dumped you like six months ago….do you want me to send Erica Hahn over to scratch the itch? You are too uptight these days" Amelia asked all the while she sharpened her cue stick.

Callie knew Amelia was trying to bait her. "I don't know man, I haven't met Penny in years and Erica who?" Callie added as she met Amelia's stare down, knowing very well that Amelia has got the point across that none of the women Amelia mentioned, mean anything to Callie.


Arizona had tried waiting upstairs for Callie, but Callie was taking forever. She had to get out of here. And she was tired of waiting in Callie's office. She walked to the door with the light, blue dress wrapped tightly around her frame. She was about to step out into the hall, sans underwear, since Callie had taken them and stuffed them in her pocket. And as short as this dress was...one small bend, and she would expose her ass cheeks to anyone within viewing distance.

Arizona slowly wobbled down the stairs in her 'too' high heels and made it to the main floor. She heard a few voices coming from another room, so she walked over there. She saw a guy in black standing with his back to the door.

"Um, I'm looking for Callie," Arizona told him.

"Sorry, Ms. Torres is in a business meeting at the moment," the man said, and gave her a once-over. She knew what she had to look like. But she didn't care. She wanted to leave now!

"Callie!" Arizona started to holler.

The young man's eyes bulged out. "Miss, please don't do that," he tried to whisper.

"Callie!" she yelled even louder. After a few seconds, the door opened, and Mark was leaning through.

"Arizona-," he started, but was cut off as she pushed past him and entered the room.

Arizona realized her mistake. She didn't know that Callie had SO many people in this room. And they all stopped and stared at her. Shit. She glanced around the room until she saw Callie staring at her. Her brown eyes seemed to reach a dark coal color. Her jaws were tight and she knew that underneath that cool façade, Callie was mad as hell at her.

"Whoa! That's DEFINITELY not Penny," she heard an unfamiliar voice say. She turned to the woman who was at the opposite end of the pool table. She was a nice looking woman. Skin similar to Callie's, and she had dark brown hair and dark eyes. The woman was staring at her, with a big smile across her face.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Amelia asked as she quickly made her way to Arizona, a predatory look, gleaming in her eyes.

Callie knew that look.

Arizona looked over at Callie, who subtly nodded her head. She turned back to Amelia. "Arizona." But she had said she wasn't Penny...who the hell was that?

"Arizona...I'm Amelia. What a beautiful name, for a beautiful woman. You know what they say about women who aren't ashamed of praising and worshiping women….," Amelia said, winking at her.

Arizona folded her arms across her chest. She was two seconds from rolling her eyes at this woman. "No, what do they say?"

Mark tried to choke back a laugh, as a small smile crept across Callie's face. This girl had spunk. Even though Callie was pissed at her, she could tell that Arizona wasn't falling for any of Amelia's childish pick-up lines.

"Well, leave this bum, come home with me, and I'll show you," Amelia said, giving Arizona another full body glance.

Arizona felt extremely self-conscious. She was the only one oddly dressed in the room, in her flowery light blue dress. And most of the people in the room were dressed in black, and had stern faces, but she could see them eyeing her up and down. She jumped when she heard someone snap their fingers.

"I got it! Hey, you're a betting woman, right Torres? Wanna make a bet?" Amelia asked, as she continued to openly salivate at Arizona's form.

Callie stared at Amelia. She didn't trust Amelia Shepherd any further than she could throw her. But Amelia was right. Callie was a betting woman. She had made several gambles in her life that had all paid off nicely.

"What are the terms?" Callie asked loudly as Amelia made her way back to her.

"If you win, you get my car outside. My McLaren Roadster...my pride and joy. I'm sure you would enjoy riding that," Amelia smiled at Callie….

Callie thought for a moment. That was damn near a five hundred thousand dollar car. Callie had planned to get herself one, but now...she could be getting it for free. And the fact that Amelia really loved that car only sweetened the deal.

"Alright, and if you win?"

"If I win, I get your contact's info and this girl for a night...and I'm sure I'll enjoy riding that," Amelia smirked, leaning on her cue stick, while motioning towards Arizona.

Callie immediately narrowed her eyes at Amelia.

Bitch.

This Bitch.

Arizona sucked in a gasp. She couldn't believe what she had just heard. There was no way in the world she would fuck another woman just because Callie lost a bet. Consequences be damned. She'd take her chances trying to hide with her folks. This woman Amelia was shaping up to be a real disaster. Arizona couldn't wait to see Amelia's face drop when Callie tells her to go to hell.

Callie saw Arizona staring at her out of the corner of her eye. "Deal," she said, as she chalked the tip of her cue stick.

Arizona felt as though she had been smacked across the face. She knew she had no reason to think that Callie would ever actually be loyal to her, but she still hoped that there was a small part of her that was decent...human…like upstairs less than twenty minutes ago when Callie had asked her if she were okay. But her hopes were probably in vain.….

And neither woman had the decency to even look at her while they were deciding her fate. Arizona felt like she couldn't breathe. And no one in the room said anything, as if it's normal to use a woman this way. She glanced to the side, and noticed Mark looking at her. He at least had the decency to look down in guilt. But he quickly turned his attention to the pool table. But not before Arizona thought she saw something in his eyes. Pity, maybe? She was humiliated, once again. And there was nothing she could do but stand there as these two women cheapened her. She would keep her eyes on the game. She couldn't bear to look into anyone's face at the moment.

Amelia broke first, scattering the balls across the table. Two striped balls went in the corner pocket. Amelia continued to pick off each ball one by one. It was happening so quickly. Arizona swore that she could hear her heartbeat. She watched as Amelia only had three balls left on the table. Arizona chanced a glance at Callie. Callie seemed very calm, although she kept her eyes glued to the table. Fuck! Now She only had two balls left and Callie hadn't even had a shot yet.

Arizona started to panic.

"Shit!" Amelia belted out, when she finally missed a shot. She backed away from the table, shaking her head with a wicked smile.

Callie calmly stepped up, chalked her cue stick again, while staring at the table. She looked over at Arizona for a second, then made her first shot, sending two balls in. The entire room was quiet as Callie proceeded to pick off each colored ball one at a time.

Arizona stared at Callie, as she glided around the table. Callie's concentration was unbelievable. She was now down to two balls. Arizona held her breath as Callie took a long shot, slinging another ball into a pocket.

"Fuck," Arizona heard Amelia mutter.

Callie took another shot, knocking her last colored ball in. Callie stood up straight and stared at the eight ball which was in a hard position. Arizona didn't know much about pool, but she could tell that the eight ball wasn't in an easy place, and she was sure Callie would have to miss this shot. There was nowhere for it to go.

Arizona glanced at Amelia, and she looked like she was holding her breath.

Callie bent over the table and slid the stick between her fingers twice then paused. "Eight ball, middle pocket," she said, before she made her shot.

Arizona closed her eyes as she heard the two balls clank up against each other. But then opened them when she heard Mark loudly whisper, "Yes!" She looked, and noticed the eight ball was no longer on the table. All that was left were two striped balls and the white ball.

Callie won! Yes!

'Take that, Amy, you lost!' Callie yelled in her mind.

Arizona released the breath she was holding. Callie had just bet her to another woman. What an bitch. Her smile that had graced her lips on Callie's winning, immediately faded.

Callie handed her cue stick to Alex, and leaned against the table, staring at Amelia. She held out her hand.

"Keys?"

Any charming qualities or smiles that Amelia had been displaying earlier were all gone now. She looked as though she were ready to kill Callie. Amelia quickly fished into the pockets of her leather jacket and dropped the keys in Callie's hand.

"Let's go," Amelia barked at her two men who were standing off to the side. Arizona had thought they were Callie's men. All of these guys seemed to travel with an entourage.

When Amelia's guys cleared the room, Mark walked over to Callie and patted her on the back. Callie glanced up at Arizona. Arizona quickly turned away and stormed out of the room. Alex and another of Callie's men followed behind her.

Callie stared down at the table. She could tell that Mark wanted to say something. "What?"

"Callie, I'm not so sure you should have done that," Mark said, leaning against the table.

"I knew I was going to win," Callie stated, as she picked up the eight ball and rolled it around in her hand.

Mark nodded, "Yeah, but she didn't….have your fun Torres, she agreed to that…but don't treat her like crap…you are crossing many lines at a time"

Callie turned to stare at Mark. They both held their gazes for a while.

"Mark, as a friend, I appreciate the advice. But as your boss, don't question me again."

"Yes, Mam," Mark sighed, and walked out.


Arizona sat gazing out of the window, as she and Callie both rode in silence. Callie had insisted on taking her back to the loft herself. But she hadn't uttered a word to Arizona, and she hadn't said anything to Callie either. Out of the corner of her eye, Arizona saw Callie reach into her pocket. When Callie's hand emerged again, she had the thong that she had taken from Arizona. Callie handed it to her, and Arizona quickly slipped it on. Arizona wished Callie would turn the music on or something to drown out the painful quiet, but she didn't.

The silence gave Arizona too much time to think. To reflect on what had happened. Callie just bet her in a fucking game. Arizona couldn't help it any longer. She had to know. "How much was that car worth?" Arizona asked, still feeling the horrible sting of being treated so flippantly.

"Around five hundred grand. Why do you ask?" Callie said, glancing over at her.

Arizona slowly nodded her head. "Just wanted to know….. I see that you got the better deal. Had Amelia won, I'm only worth seventy grand," she stated, as she turned back to the window.

Callie stared straight ahead. She refused to let Arizona make her feel guilty. Callie made up her own rules and Arizona would have to follow them. If Callie wanted to bet an opponent...then fuck it, she would bet, no matter the consequences. Arizona signed over her life for 7 days to her when she agreed to take responsibility for her father's debt. She did this to herself. Or at least that's what Callie continued to tell herself.

"Look…." Callie looked at Arizona and willed Arizona to look at her but Arizona's gaze didn't moved from the passing streets.

"Look…I had it okay…I'm good at pool…too good. So I know what I was doing" Callie internally chastised herself for giving an explanation and then turned her gaze towards the road feeling angry at herself.

Arizona continued to stare outside…no one in her life has ever treated her this way.


Sneak Peek of Next Chapter -

Callie rolled off of Arizona and onto her back. She turned her head and watched as Arizona closed her legs and crossed her hands over her chest. Callie chuckled and stared back up at the ceiling. Now Arizona wanted to be shy? Callie was amused.

"So worth all the money," Callie muttered.

Shit! Why the fuck did she just say that? As soon as the words left her mouth, Callie regretted it.

Arizona immediately sat up and stared at Callie. Then she got up and stomped off to the bathroom and slammed the door.


AN - Thoughts? Listen, guys Callie would do things in this fic that could be a bit cold but hey 'technically' she is not at fault…or at least that's what she thinks right now. She is not your goodie-good Callie here. She's a alpha, ice-cold queen who only understands money. Things will go for a bad-good-bad toss in this fic a lot but bear with me; I can't change these characters just because they had a good lay…right?

AN 2 - You guys got this chapter early because of Sara's good morning selfie. You know that's exactly the Callie look I'm going for in the fic - hair short but still flowy a bit (not shaved at sides though). I think Sara is growing it out a bit and I so love it.

AN 3 - I always have so much to say in my author notes! Right? It is why I keep them at the bottom of the chapter so as no one is forced to read anything they don't want to. Anyways, dohare your thoughts on this chapter? I like to hear all the opinions. We would be seeing more characters from the greysverse eventually and every character has a very important role to play.

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