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Song: Love Bug - Jonas Brothers

Bekah's P.O.V.
"I love you," He whispered as he closed the distances between our lips.

I woke up instantly, and started trying to catch my breath. I vaguely remember having the same dream a couple weeks ago about Percy, but no. This time it was about Luke. Which made sense to me. Percy hasn't been answering my mental messages and I've been gone for two weeks now. I knew he wasn't coming. So why keep my heart wishing? I didn't have to, I had Luke now. The throbbing in my heart was starting to cease, the same why it always did around Percy.

I jumped out of my bed and walked over to the wall length mirror. I stared at my reflection. Odd at how when I was around Luke I wanted to look better, I wanted, for once in my life, to use my looks as an advantage. And I knew that the outfit I was wearing at the moment, wasn't going to cut it.

***

I stood in front of Luke, smiling sweetly. "Luke, can I go shopping?"

"Uh…" He seemed stunned for a moment. "Sure?" Which sounded like a total question to me.

"Great, thanks."

I turned around to leave, but Luke caught my arm and stopped me. "You can go, but one of the men from my guard will be escorting you." Luke looked around the room and finally found someone. "Marco, would you please Miss Williams shopping?"

Marco looked like Luke had sent him to Asphodel.

I sighed and walked away with Marco at my side. As if I would ever run away from Luke at my own will, right. But whatever, at least I would have a guy to model for.

***

"So, do you think this would look good on me?" I asked as I pulled a Polo shirt off the rack and held it in front of me.

"Not nearly as good as this would look on you." He answered, pulling a red, strapless, cocktail dress off the rack. It was short, and maybe fell three inches below my butt. The back of it crisscrossed down to maybe three inches above my butt. It was one of the sluttiest things I had ever seen in my entire life, yet it was perfect.

I grabbed it from him and ran into the dressing room. I stood in front of the mirror, holding it in front of me to see how it would look. I was tall for my age or for being a girl. I was probably around five feet and eight inches. I was well-built and very skinny, but my breasts were the perfect size, it would probably fit wonderfully.

I slipped it on and walked out of the dressing room. I never understood the exact effect I could have on men, until that moment. Marco stopped breathing for about ten seconds, started to hyperventilate, and then acted as if nothing had ever happened. "Awesome dress." He somehow managed to say.

For there on out, I managed to find the skimpiest clothes I could find, and began playing 'America's Next Top Model' for Marco. I did this for about six and a half hours before I decided that enough was enough.

But, by the time I was done, I had lots and lots of clothes. I had everything, ball gowns, cocktail dresses, sun dresses, miniskirts, camisoles, tank tops, scoop necks, tight t-shirts, short shorts, half jackets, bikinis, tube tops, and French lingerie (something that was not tried on in front of Marco). On top of all that, I got shoes. As in heels, boots, sandals, high-heeled flip flops, flats, stilettos, and my personal favorite, high-heeled sandals that laced up to the top of my thoughts.

All in all, it was a very, very good day.

I happened to notice that as we were leaving the mall, Marco looked like he had won the lottery.

***

Once we were back at the hotel, I got to show Luke everything I bought…and I do mean everything. About half-way through he looked entirely speechless and breathless. At least everything was going the way I had planned. Except for the fact that every two minutes Luke had to chase at least one, if not a couple, of his guards out of the room. It was very…different for me. Usually I hated were slutty clothes and guys being like that, but I no longer cared anymore and I actually kinda liked it.

***

I woke up the next perfectly happy, except for the fact that I wasn't in the same place as I was when I had gone to bed last night.

I ate a quick breakfast in bed and changed into one of my new outfits. A white camisole, a black half jacket, a very short black and white plaid mini skirt, and my black sandals that laced up to my thighs. I straightened my hair and styled it so my bangs fell perfectly over the left side of my face.

I was very shocked that I could look this hot…or slutty. Not quite sure which.

I walked out of my room and was slightly shocked when I noticed that I was on a Cruise Ship thingy.

My first goal of the day…find Luke.

***

It was fun seeing the faces on the men aboard as I walked past them. It made my feel extremely sexy, something that I was aiming for.

I was very thankful, however, that it was summer, and that I didn't have to wear a stupid cast on my ankle anymore.

To make my morning even more exhausting, I had to ask twenty guys where Luke was before one even answered my question coherently. It went something like this:

I stepped forward, making it so our bodies were only inches apart. I reached up and trailed my fingers down his arm. "Do you have any clue where Luke might resign at the moment?"

The man took a deep, staggered breath, then attempted to look past me. "In his room most likely."

"And just where is that?"

"Third level."

I smiled sweetly, "Thank you so much." I walked away, smiling still. I had never really enjoyed using people before, but it was getting me what I wanted at the moment, and for that I was thankful.

***

Just the door scared me. Two guards stood on either side of it, and I was absolutely positive that this was Luke's room.

I took a step forward and they both looked down and smiled at me. Talk about creepy.

I took a deep breath and kept my eyes locked on the door. "Could you please announce my presence?"

Out of the corner or my eye, I noticed that they both nodded. I took a step away from the door and the smaller of the two guards went in, leaving me alone with Mr. Creepy.

After a couple minutes later he came back with a surprised look on his face.

I was totally scared that Luke didn't want to see me anymore. I tried to calm down. "What?" I asked, biting my lip and holding back tears.

He stared at me for a moment before he talked. "He said you never have to ask, you're welcome to come and go as you please."

I sighed in relief. "Does that mean I'm privileged or something?"

"Very."

I smiled at both of them. "I know. Now move."

One of them opened the door for me and I walked casually in. Even if I was scared to death. I got past the entry way and gasped, it was beautiful!

The room was long and looked as if it had once been a conference room. There were huge, glass, wall windows on both the left and right. They bother stared gloriously out onto the ocean.

As I continued to look around a noticed that there was a golden, almost glowing, coffin in the back corner of the room. I, personally, really didn't want to know who or what was in there.

Then, I noticed the huge king sized bed with a golden frame that sat perfectly in the middle of the room. It looked like it would have been the most comfortable bed in the world to sleep on.

I stared at it for a minute longer before I finally run and jumped onto it. I giggled hysterically as the mattress (which was much softer then I thought) rose around me and then fell back down. I laid down, still giggling, and stared at the canopy above me.

"Do you like it?" Luke's voice scared me, considering that I was still very worried that I had upset him.

I sat straight up and pulled my knees up to my chest. "I am so sorry."

Luke chuckled and climbed up onto the bed, then sat down beside me. "What are you apologizing for?"

"The fact that I barged into your room and jumped on your bed."

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap. "Whatever's mine is yours."

I curled up in a ball again his chest, and slowly looked up at him. "So you're not angry?"

Luke started stroking my hair, rocking us both gently. "Of course not, my dear."

I giggled, "Thanks, Luke. For everything. Even if you did kidnap me, I think you're the best kidnapper anyone could ever have."

He started laughing, too. "Really now?"

I smiled and nodded.

Luke sighed, "You know, I'm really sorry about moving around so much."

"Oh, yes. Well, I was going to talk to you about that."

"I'm getting on your nerves, aren't I?" His voice saddened, and my heart instantly broke.

I reached up and rested my hand on his scarred cheek. "No, you're not annoying me. You never could! Just all this moving make me anxious. Must you do it while I am sleeping?"

Luke smiled at my touch and leaned into it. "You always look so beautiful and peaceful when you're sleeping, that I'd really hate to wake you."

"But I have no clue how I'm getting moved, or who is carrying me."

"I always carry you, Bekah. I'd never let anyone else touch you."

I was slightly surprised by this. "Don't you have more important things to do then make sure I get from place to place?"

Luke leaned down and rested his forehead against mine. "I'd never allow anyone else to move you, they could drop you or something, even though you are quite light, some of my guards have walking problems. Also, no work I have to do is more important then you."

My breathing sped. "Luke?"

"Yes?"

"I love you." I leaned forward just slightly and touched his lips ever so softly with mine. I pulled away and waited to be rejected by him. For him to push me away. I stared intently into his eyes…

"I love you, too, Bekah. More then you maybe ever know." He kissed me, and instantly our lips began moving in perfect unison. Luke slid me off his lap and placed me gently on the bed, still not breaking the kiss. He then pinned me to the bed with his body. His hands stayed on my waist, and my arms wrapped around his neck. Luke's lips left mine and started traveling down my neck.

Oh perfect everything was at the moment!

I heard Luke's door close, but didn't pay much attention to it. Luke's lips were moving across my collarbone now.

A guard cleared his throat and Luke's lips left my skin.

I growled at the guard and he took a step away from the bed.

Luke laughed and kissed my forehead. "It's alright, my love." He murmured, smiling, his lips brushing across my forehead as he spoke.

"Can you get him to leave?" I asked Luke in a whisper. My body was already missing the feel of his touch, the flames across my skin from his touch were fading. I wanted to experience the electric shock I received every time Luke touched me, again and again.

"Probably. I'll be right back." He brushed his lips gently across mine one more time, then got up off the bed and walked out of the room with the guard.

I whimpered softly and crawled up to the top of the bed. I rested my head on one of the huge pillows and pulled the blanket up to my shoulders. I was suddenly feeling over-exhausted. If this was how I was going to feel every time I got done kissing Luke, I wasn't going to mind it at all.

I felt slightly lonely, too. I still missed Percy, even though I knew he probably wasn't coming and that I'd probably never even see him again. And did know, though, that I loved Luke. I love both of them, I just didn't know which one I loved more. But I did just have Luke now, and I was sure that my love for Percy would have to fade sooner or later.

Tears fell from my eyes, as I noticed that I had never gotten around to telling Percy that I loved him. Now he'd probably never know. Even if I did have Luke, Percy would always be a part of me.

But I knew I was changing. In more ways then one.

I closed my eyes, too tired to really think anymore. I noticed that the sound of water crashing again the walls was comforting, it soothed me in a way. Not very long after, I fell into a deep sleep.