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It had been a week and a half since Flack had found Adrianna tied up, a week since he held her in his arms. The blue – eyed New Yorker couldn't help but wince at the memory of how Adrianna had reacted to him when she had finally waken up. He had been anxious to talk to her, to tell her it was okay, but then she had pulled way from him. The woman who he had spent hours and hours with simply wouldn't let him hold her. She had flinched at the slight contact of his hand on hers, and had told him to "please, not". Flack could only imagine the horrors she had gone through… Based on the testimony and rape kit, the Irish bastard had shoved something blunt into her- it was violent enough to cause some bruising and tearing. He had also forced her to perform some… tasks that, by the looks of the bruising on her face, she had fought hard to prevent.

Letting a sigh escape his lips, Don Flack turned to his right side and stared at the white shades that covered the glass window to his balcony. Suddenly, a sharp ring snapped him out of the daze he had been and caused him to sit upright. Seeing that it was his cell phone ringing, Flack reached out an arm and flipped it open.

"Flack…" the familiar sweet voice filled Flack's ears.

"Adria, are you okay?"

"I…" and then the line went dead. That was enough to let Flack know that she needed him, that she was ready to see him again. Quickly getting out of bed, Flack pulled on his sweats and wife beater, and pocketed his key and cell phone before hurrying to Adrianna's condominium- he hadn't even bothered to put on his shoes.

He pressed the door bell once before waiting anxiously outside her door. He barely had to wait, for the door soon enough swung open. There stood his Adria clad in only a black lace night gown that barely reached her mid thigh and showed off a fair amount of cleavage. Before he could say anything, Adria flung herself into Don's arms as sobs racked her body.

"Sh…" he tried to soothe her as he carried her into the condo and shut the door behind them.

"Don… Please… make me forget." and then she met his lips, her arms encircling his neck.


It was the sunlight creeping into the vast room that sent Don Flack's eyes flickering open. He let out a small groan as he glanced at the clock on the bed side table – it was ten past nine. Boy was he glad that his boss had given him the day off. Flack let his mind wander as he studied the bedroom; the walls were pale pink and three doors were visible. However, he didn't bother to study it anymore for his eyes soon enough fell on the woman laying beside him. Adrianna lay sprawled on her side, her hand on Flack's chest while her leg covered Flack's. Last night had been… unforgettable. It hadn't been a rough fuck meant to take out an edge; instead it was gentle and full of love. It was as they were both falling asleep that Flack had whispered into Adrianna's ear that he loved her – he had received no reply. Hopefully, she didn't regret last night.

"Morning." Flack whispered as Adrianna's eyes fluttered open. She shot him a small smile before snuggling closer to his side.

"Thank you." She whispered as their fingers intertwined.

Flack's brow creased in confusion. "For what, doll?"

"For everything… for still coming last night even though I've done nothing but push you away."

"It was nothing, Adria." He pressed a kiss on her forehead.

"You know… you're last night was the first time that I actually… well, had sex willingly."

"What?" Flack looked down at her as concern flooded his handsome features.

"I mean… my first time… I was eighteen and I was in France for a modeling contract. I had been dating this gorgeous British Calvin Klein model. He was… just so… hot, and I was young and foolish. Thing is… I fell in love with him for more than just his looks. I loved the way he made me feel, the way he treated me, but then… sex became an issue. I was a virgin and well, he wasn't. You can just imagine that he expected me to show him just how much I loved him." Adria let out a soft sigh as she let go of Flack's hand and began tracing the car that marred his side. Flack pressed a soft kiss on her temple before she continued. "I didn't enjoy it, Don. To me… it was more painful than pleasurable. In the end, I just let him do what he wanted… But then I couldn't take it anymore. I realized that love shouldn't be that way, so I left him. After that I vowed to myself not to have sex till I was sure that I really loved the guy and that he respected me…" Adria paused again before looking down. "Did you mean it?"

"Mean what?"

"What you said last night?"

"What? That you're gorgeous?" Flack wagged his eyebrows at Adria suggestively causing her to laugh and slap him playfully on the arm.

"No… that you love me." It was then that green orbs met baby blue in a piercing gaze.

"I love you, Adria." And since there was nothing else to do, Don Flack kissed her.