WARNING: Slight Lemon. Not a bad as previous chapters but its there and I marked it too so if you want to skip over it you can.


3 Years Ago

Nic looked down at Veronica, eyes softening from their normal hardness. She smiled, reaching up to carress his face. Nicolas leaned into the touch just as Amelia had leaned into his own touch not long before. He reached his own hand out, brushing her hair back from her face. She was looking a lot better now. Healthier. It was amazing really. The last time he saw her she couldn't even sit up. Now, Dr. Theo said she was walking and should be ready to go home in a week or so.

"Eh, Nic," Worick walked over to the two, Veronica sitting up in the clinic bed with Nic sitting in a chair beside her. When Nic looked up, the blond continued with what he had to say. "I'm heading back to the office."

'I'll stay here for a bit longer. Tell A-m-e-l-i-a not to wait up for me. You guys can eat without me,' the tag signed before looking back down at Veronica.

Worick looked between the two before nodding. "See ya," he waved and turned to leave. He said goodbye to Theo and Nina before leaving, assuming Amelia would be back home by now (that is, if she even was able to go grocery shopping). He knew he should check on her without Nic being there.

As Worick left, Nic stood and slid onto the clinic bed beside Veronica. He laid his head on her chest and intertwined their fingers as they relaxed together, enjoying the others company.


"Amy~ you home yet? Nic's staying out for a bit," Worick called out as he entered the apartment. He closed the door behind him and shook his jacket off. 'Maybe she's downstairs?'

Worick went over to his rack of clothes and hung up his coat. He glanced at Nicolas's clothes and noticed something. 'Bastard took my shirt!' He narrowed his eyes as he leaned over and snatched a black button up from Nic's rack and put it back on his own.

"Ah!" He jumped as slender arms wrapped around his waist from behind. He quickly calmed down, realizing it was only Amelia. "You shouldn't sneak up on me like that. You'll give me a heart attack," he teased with a roll of his eyes. He looked back at the petite woman but didn't turn around. She had her face buried into his back like a child while her arms stayed firm around his waist.

"Nic's staying with her, hm?" She asked softly, refusing to look up at the gigolo. "That's good. I know he loves her so it's not like I should be surprised."

She knew that. There was no reason for her to be surprised that Nic chose Veronica. She always knew the truth. That she was just a second choice and replacement. Honestly, she would be mad if he didn't go to her. He shouldn't deny his love for one woman just because another said she loved him. If he pretended to not care about Veronica, Amelia would be more upset and feel even more pathetic. She knew he would always love her first and she shouldn't be selfishly pitying herself for that.

'Then why do I feel like this...?'

"Hey, Amy," Worick spoke softly, as if he were talking to a crying child. He turned in her arms so he could face her, seeing the slightly red and puffy eyes she had been trying to hide. He sighed softly. He must have interrupted her when he came home. "It's alright. I know he loves you, too."

Amelia let out a choked laugh. "Yea, but not as much as her... ugh, that's what I hate. What I'm feeling. It's stupid and ugly and disgusting. I've known since the first time anything even happened that he loved Veronica and that I was just there for him to transfer his feelings onto me."

"Amy-" Worick tried to tell her that she was wrong- that there was more than that to Nic's feelings for her.

"Logically, I don't blame him and I know that what he's doing is what he should do and what he deserves ... but then every time I think about it my chest just fucking hurts and I feel like crying again and everything just hits me at once." She stopped to take a deep breath, feeling the ugly tears coming back. "L-Like now that she's better I won't get the chance to be the first choice and I get all these thoughts l-like I wish she wouldn't get better and I feel disgusted by myself..." She panted softly, rambling off all her feelings at once, just trying not to break out in tears again.

"Baby... Amy, it's ok to feel like this. It's what happens when your in love. At least that's what I've seen. You shouldn't blame yourself though. You'll get your chance at love. Maybe not with Nicolas but you will find it." Worick looked at the girl with concerned boue eyes, hands holding her shoulders in a comforting way. He looked into her eyes, wanting to see that she understood what he said. When he recieved a soft nod, he smiled charmingly. "Besides, what do you need him for when you have me?"

Amelia bit her lip and fully looked at the male. "You're right. I do have you," she whispered softly, mostly so her voice wouldn't break. Her arms slowly retract from his waist, now working towards his belt buckle.

His eyes shifted, obviously noticing what was on her mind now. He pulled his brows together and looked at her. Oh, how she hated that look. That look of pity. As if she were broken.

She slowly leaned up onto her tip toes, eyes half lidded as her fingers rested on his belt. Worick opened his mouth slightly, probably for protest. Instead, Amelia took this as an invitation. She closed the gap between them and connected their lips. Her eyes squeezed closed as she kissed Worick.

'Please... don't choose right now to be the good guy...'

It took a moment, Worick's hesitation obvious, but he still kissed back. A choice he would come to regret for a long time.


Lemon Starts


Their lips moved together slowly at first yet with heat and pressure. It soon grew to fast, hungry kisses. Tongues twirled expertly in a way they both came familiar with in the time they lived together.

Amelia's hands began working the moment Worick's lips did. All she needed to know was that he was going to let her have her own kind of therapy. She started unbuckling his belt and then his pants, sliding her hands into them.

"Amy-"

"Shh... please..." she whispered against his lips, silencing his protest easily with another kiss.

Worick knew this wasn't what she really wanted. He shouldn't be giving into her like this. But at the same time... he was terrified to see the tears and pain if he pushed her away right now. He knew all she wanted was comfort and there were so many other ways he could give her that right now other than this... but he couldn't bring himself to push her away.

Feeling her hands started to pull at his pants, he grabbed her hands. "Bedroom," was all he said before they moved to that very place.

Closing the door behind him, Worick turned to see Amelia already undressing on the bed. 'Eager... you know she's eager because she knows she'll change her mind. Don't do this to her,' Worick's mind screamed at him but his body seemed to move on its own.

He grabbed her, placing her on her back so her legs were spread before him. Already naked for him, he didn't need to waste time on taking off anything before placing his face between her legs. He kissed along one thigh, thinking clear enough to at least make it sweet and comforting (as much as sex like this could be).

His lips trailed inwards, eyes trained on her blushing face. No matter how many times they experienced this, she blushed like a virgin. His tongue finally made contact with the burning flesh, making her mouth drop open with a moan. He continued, lapping, sucking, and pleasing her lower regions for quite some time.

When he felt satisfied of the point he brought her to, he retracted. She was panting and glowing with sweat. 'Beautiful...'

Amelia started to get up, reaching for him. "I n-need to help you..."

"No, I'm helping you. Lay back and enjoy," he whispered softly, pushing her back down softly. He put a condom on. He lifted her legs and lined himself up before plunging in. This ripped a beautiful moan from the girls mouth. Her arms swung up to cling to him. He didn't waist much time before starting to move, hissing slightly at the clawing on his back. He didn't mind though. He knew this was just a sign of a good job done.

He felt sick for thinking that. 'A good job done? She's not a damn client. She's your best friend and she doesn't deserve being used like this.'

"Nic-"

"You shouldn't say another man's name when in bed, sweet heart," Worick said softly, although not hurt for himself. He was hurt for her sake. She loved him so much that she couldn't help but say his name during sex.

"N-no... Th-the door. I heard it- ah -open," she panted between moans.

Worick didn't stop. "It's ok. He can't hear you. He'll probably just go downstairs," he grunted simply, continuing as if it was nothing.

"Haa~ ahh~ n-no... Wori... I mm~" she fumbled, unable to speak what she wanted. She was too overcome with pleasure to say what she really wanted. 'Stop... Worick stop...' she thought, knowing it wouldn't do any good. If she couldn't say it, he wouldn't be able to know what she wanted.

'Please... stop...'


Lemon Over


Nicolas stepped into the apartment. Empty. Maybe they went out. The twilight went over to the desk to see if there was a note. Nothing. He shrugged and went towards the stairs to his part of the apartment.

Oblivious to him was the creaking of Worick's bed and moan after moan leaking from Amelia's lips into every room of the apartment.

'Dammit... Amelia didn't even give me a chance to talk to her,' he thought to himself with a heavy sigh. He grabbed a Perriere from the fridge and sat in his chair to relax.

Now that he had seen just how well Veronica was doing... He wondered, if Amelia had given him a chance to talk and tell her how he felt, would those words be the same ones he would use now? Did he like her? Did he love her? Did he love her more than Veronica? Did he even feel the same for her as he did for Veronica?

'Fuck, women are annoying. No... feelings are annoying,' he rolled his eyes and took a drink of his water. Why did he have to even feel 'love'? He barely knew what 'love' really was. So, why was that the only word he could use to describe how he felt about Veronica and Amelia? Was loving two people normal? Was he a 'dog', as he had heard some women, including Amelia, use to describe some men? From what he collected, being a 'dog' wasn't a good thing. Neither was being a player. Was it wrong for him to love them both?

He didn't have that long to live. Why did he have to worry about all this shit?


Amelia bit her lip as she pushed her self to the edge of the bed, pressed against the wall. There was nothing but regret in her eyes as she stared at the ceiling.

Worick sat on the edge of the bed, smoking a dart, his back to the woman. He fucked up. He knew he fucked up and he couldn't take it back. He could never ever repent for the shit he just did. 'Fuck! If she wasn't broken before, you just made the final crack, you piece of shit,' he thought to himself, unable to get the thoughts out of his head.

She wanted him to stop and he didn't. He was the worst kind of man. He might as well be as bad as her damn ex.

"What if he came in here? He could've came in and saw! He's smart, Worick. He doesn't need his ears to figure stuff out. Fuck... fuckfuckfuck." Amelia chewed her lip nervously as her hand made its way into her hair. She tugged at it harshly.

'No wonder I'm a second fucking choice... I start feeling a little fucking sorry for myself and what do I do? Open my fucking legs.'

She tugged at her hair, growling in anger at herself.

"Amy... I'm sorry. Please... stop pulling your hair. Here, take some downers and go to sleep... it's getting late anyway," Worick said softly, holding back his own anger and trying to do what he should have from the begining: comfort her.

Amelia looked at the bottle of downers hesitantly before taking it. She quickly took a few before laying back down and turning her back towards Worick. She knew she wasn't mad at him but... she couldn't face him right now. She couldn't face anyone. She was an embarrassment.

"Ok, I'll let you sleep." Worick got dressed and left the room.


Amelia stared into her drink. 'Wow, I was pathetic back then... That's ok. You live and you learn, right?' She thought to herself with a small smile.

The blonde looked up and caught eyes with Worick. He winked playfully which she returned with a small wave.

'I know I made him feel like shit. I know he blames himself for me leaving. He thinks he raped me. I wish he'd stop thinking that. He always gets that look when someone brings up the fact that I left town. He obviously still blames himself a little.'

That was true. As soon as Worick realized she had wanted him to stop, he never forgave himself. Sure, to most people he was a dirty prostitute. But he never truly felt dirty until that night. He convinced himself that he raped Amelia and to him, that is the filthiest thing he could do.

Amelia looked over to Nic still standing at the doors of the club. It was a little hard to see, but she felt like he was looking right back. She smiled.

'I still love him. I don't think I could ever stop,' she thought with a smile. 'I know he knows what I did that day. I don't know when he found out but I know he knows. I'm sure that won me some points,' she thought sarcastically. 'That sure made my love seem weak. It took that much for me to go to Worick for sex. Yea, that was a total fuck up on my behalf.'

Nic blamed himself, too. Maybe not as blatantly as Worick. Hell, he might not fully know that he blames himself but he does. He feels like, if he just could have chosen Amelia right then and there, she would have never left. She would have stayed with them if he said he loved her. Yet, on the other hand... he knew, back then, if he said he loved Amelia more than Veronica, it would've been a lie. Saying he loved Veronica more than Amelia would have been just as big of a lie. The only truth was that he had no idea who he truly loved back then.

Even now, Nicolas couldn't say for certain who he loved 3 years ago. But now... he could say who he loved now.

Amelia was surprised when she saw Nic take a step in her direction. One after another, he came to her.


Okie Dokie. Another chapter yay! That was quicker than I expected. Last chapter just got me in the mood to reveal - Amelia made a mistake oops. Yep that one stung. Maybe she's able to redeem herself...

You'll have to follow/favourite to find out! Heheh - Anyways, please review and tell me what you think. Please no flames. I mean really? What's the point of saying something strictly cruel that becomes no use to me? Constructive criticism? Sure but be nice about it. I'm fragile ~

March 13, 2016