Rey managed to keep her tears at bay until she knew Warren and Star were tucked up safe in bed. Warren was sullen all evening. He knew Ben wasn't coming back. Star was luckily still young and could be placated with a lie about Ben going to visit some old friends for a little while.

Why the hell had she listened to Rose? But no, try as she might she couldn't regret the lies, because without them she would never have gotten to know Ben Solo. The real Ben Solo the one underneath all the privilege. She would never forget the time they had spent together. She would hold onto those memories for the rest of her life.

He might come back? A small voice whispered in her mind.

'Get real Rey.' She said out loud to herself, 'You're a kidnapper, you're disgusting.'

With a blanket around her shoulders she padded to the kitchen and retrieved the whiskey bottle, not bothering with a glass.

'Here's to you, Rey.' She said holding the bottle up high in the air before taking a very long swig, 'May you get what's coming to you.'

A few alcohol filled hours later…

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Rey awoke to the sound of light rapping on the door. She was sitting on the sofa still wrapped in the blanket holding the now empty whiskey bottle. She stumbled to the door and opened it. Ben looked down at her. He had changed. His hair was slicked back and he was wearing a fitted suit. He looked good. Her heart squeezed in her chest.

'I had to see you one last time.' He said.

'You're leaving then.' Rey said trying not to break down into tears. She stood to the side so Ben could enter the room.

'Yes.'

Rey wrapped the blanket around herself as if somehow the soft wool could protect her from his words.

'Ben I...sorry isn't enough I know…but I am sorry. So sorry. My actions were...unforgiveable and well, I assume the police will be involved now…'

'No. No authorities. I just want all this to be over.' He said coldly.

'Okay.' Rey said in the small voice.

'I just wanted to look at you one last time and ask…was any of it was real?'

'What?'

'Was any of it real? Did you feel anything for me or was it all just part of your little act?'

'It was real, at least, for me it was. I wanted to tell you the truth so many times, but I...I didn't want you to leave me. I know that's pathetic and selfish but, that's the only explanation I have.' Rey shrugged and looked down at the ground.

'Do you love me?' Ben asked.

'What?' Rey was startled by the questions.

'Do you love me?'

Don't answer that. It will hurt more.

'No, but I…like you…a lot.'

'You like me a lot? Is that all you have to say? You like me a lot yet you lied to me, you used me, you…'

The whiskey in Rey's system started talking for her, 'I taught you what it's like for the people who work for you, I taught you that money doesn't give you manners, that there are good people who don't deserve the treatment you give them. I taught you a valuable lesson Solo, were my methods ethical? No. But don't you dare tell me you didn't get anything out of this experience! Don't you dare tell me you don't see the world differently now.'

'You've made me soft. I doubt my father will allow me to take over his business now.'

'I hope he doesn't. He seems like a brute from what I've read of him. I don't want you to be anything like him. You're capable of so much more.'

Ben looked at her.

'I'm capable of so much more, huh, like being a live-in slave for you?'

Rey's face crumpled, 'I'm sorry.'

'Too little, too late.' Ben said walking away from her and leaving the house.

Rey fell to the floor and sobbed.