Author's Note: Thank you all so much for your reviews for this. They mean the world to me, as I was very nervous about this story. But the response inspired me to write fast and I have another and even longer chap. This chapter gives us a bit more background into why NH are the way they are. I love giving characters layers and this chapter aids that.

There's a new character, who will only be in this chapter, named Justin. Think Justin Hartley aka Oliver Queen from Smallville. His hottness being in this chapter is for my Susie Q. Mwah!

I'm not sure how long this story will be, but it will be fairly long as most my stories are because I love to ramble. Hehe and I'm loving all this sexual tension with NH and playing with them, for lack of a better phrase. Hehe. Oh and the end has the flashback, probably one of the very few, but it's vital to the story.

A big thanks to Lori, for beta-ing and her and Ally both given their seal. You girls are the best!!

Oh and I had a ton of PMs requesting Whitney's fabulous story "Booty Call" so I'm adding the link here. Well, I was going to but it won't let me. Go to the amazing site called "TheyCanWatch"(add the dot com) and look under "W" in the fanfic section for Whitney. She has a number of stories, if you've never read them I encourage you to read all. They're amazing. :)

Chapter Two "All Hail The Heartbreaker"

Yawning, Haley sunk herself deeper into her tantalizing bubble bath in her massive tub. The temperature was perfection, right at the border of being too much to bear—the way she craved it.

He stood at the doorway, staring at her, her hair piled in a messy bun; her eyes closed savoring the relaxation, the bubbles barely covering her tits and her hands rubbing the sides of the tub. A tub that was big enough for at least four people, which he knew from experience.

One time when the pool had been having issues, she, him, Lucas and Brooke had all climbed in drunk off their asses with a couple bottles of champagne. If memory served him right, they had also passed out in it.

"What the hell do you want?" She snipped, her eyes never opening. She could always feel his presence.

Smirking he came closer, sitting on the edge of the tub, "Bored. The maids are cleaning up by the way, so this is the only place they haven't descended on."

"Well, you could go home." Still, she didn't look at him.

"I am home."

That got her attention, her eyes shot open. "What the hell does that mean?" She sat up more, exposing her breasts to him, unashamed. He'd seen him before and secretly she enjoyed the attention.

He leered for a moment, feeling himself harden, knowing she could see it through his nylon running shorts, but he didn't give a damn either. "I feel the love, Halo."

She slid back down, her breasts semi-covered. "I hate that fucking name."

He put a hand in the water and ran a finger over her erect nipple, sucking in a breath when he saw her bite back a moan. "Take it up with your brother." He murmured, snatching his hand back before he lost control. He came in here to mess with her, not earn himself another hour of repeatedly jacking off after taking an encounter too far.

She crossed her legs under the water in an attempt to control the aching between her thighs. "You didn't answer me." She reminded him.

He got up off the tub and went to her mirror, taking some of her gel to fix his hair, "Just what I said. This is my place now. My place got too uppity, all these fucking old people bitching about the music and parties."

"You do have more money than God, Nathan I'm sure you could find somewhere else." She took the stick holding her hair up out and let it cascade down her shoulders.

"I guess," He shrugged, "Didn't feel like looking. I'm always here anyway."

"I can't believe Luke didn't ask me." She fumed dunking her hair under the water and coming back up. "I used my money for this place too."

Squeezing a tiny bit more gel in his palm, he continued to primp, "It's your father's money, James, so fucking chill. My accountant is wiring your and Luke's account anyway, with what a third of this place will be. So technically now I have every right you do." He turned triumphantly to her, as she lathered her hair, her movements heated.

"You're such a dick, you know that? You're only doing this to fuck with me."

He rolled his eyes, "Don't flatter yourself. He's my brother too. So stop being a narcissistic bitch. You've lived with him all your life, did you ever think Lucas might want me here for the same reason he wanted you here?"

"Wow, narcissistic? Surprised you even know what that means." She snit, dipping her head back in the water washing the shampoo out of her hair.

"Fuck this. I'm out of here." He moved for the door.

Groaning, she called out for him to stop, "Nathan," Why did she have to love Luke so damn much. He shot her a disinterested look, "You're right. It's selfish of me not to understand why you and Luke would want this, even if I loathe it."

"Touching." He deadpanned.

Pressing the remote button to drain the tub, she stood, unabashed, feeling his gaze boring into her dripping nude figure. Stepping out she grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her body, careful to tighten it at just the right spot to magnify her chest.

"At least I give you free peep shows." She bent over reaching for a brush he'd knocked over, the towel so short her bare ass was now showing.

"Fuck," he grumbled, his dick lurching, but when he saw her smirk in the mirror, satisfied she was getting the upper hand, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, yanking her against his chest.

"Let me go," She attempted to pull back, but his grip was tight, his orbs so blue they were almost black.

"Too close for you, Hales?" He taunted, pressing his rigid length against her belly. "Because you were right. I am moving in here to fuck with you…at least partly."

"You're sick," She spat, fighting harder to get away.

He chuckled lowly, his lips placing hot open mouth kisses up her jaw line, she shivered in his arms, "True…but you're just as sick, Baby." His murmured once his mouth had reached her ear, placing a soft kiss below it before backing away.

"HALES!" Lucas bellowed from inside her bedroom. Not surprisingly, Nathan actually appeared panicked. He was always all balls, until Lucas interrupted.

She pushed him out of her way, "God, relax. Just go out the other door, dumbass."

Not waiting for him to respond, she opened her door and greeted her brother, before heading to her closet "What do you want?"

He flinched at her tone and turned around when she instructed him to do so. "So, I guess you heard about Nathan?" He questioned with his back to her and her closet.

She slipped on a short pale green tank dress, not bothering with a bra, but did go for the underwear, a matching micro fiber thong. She had them in every color imaginable and they felt incredible.

Walking back out, she flopped down on her stomach atop her California king, "Yes, the bastard informed me."

He laid down beside her matching her position, staring at the blank plasma TV that she hadn't turned on, but hadn't let descend back into the dresser yet either. It was in limbo just as they were right now.

"I'm sorry, Hales." He bumped shoulders with her. "I guess it kind of thrilled the ten year old boy in me that I could have my brother and sister under one roof."

Feeling guilty again, Haley laid her head on his shoulder with a sigh. "I understand, Luke. I can deal with anything if it makes you happy."

"God, incest again." Brooke declared breezing through the door.

"What the hell is my bedroom, Grand central station?"

Brooke giggled and laid out on Haley's suede chocolate sofa, "Well, last summer it certainly was."

"Brooke," Lucas warned,

She waved a dismissive hand, "Please, Luke. The whole 'Haley is a virgin princess' should have at least ended when she was eighteen. She's twenty-two for gods' sake. Don't act like you never see guys leaving her room. You think they're playing monopoly?"

Lucas jumped off the bed, glaring at Brooke. "I don't need the visual." He gritted out, and then faced Haley again doing a one eighty, a warm smile forming on his lips, "Thanks again for understanding, Hales."

When he was gone, Brooke caught Haley's annoyed stare, "What?"

"Do you have to antagonize him?"

Kicking off her heels, Brooke grinned, "Oh please. He's a big boy and he needs to realize you're a big girl with big girl hormones, which speaking of…I saw Nathan sneaking out of your bathroom."

Finally deciding, Haley clicked the remote and the TV disappeared from sight, "Nothing happened; he just came to announce he was moving in while I was in the tub."

"Something always happens with you two. Honestly, you guys have so much sexual tension it's almost enough to get me off just watching the two of you…and wait he's moving in!?"

Haley crinkled her nose, "I do not need to imagine you getting off over me and Nathan and yes he's moving in."

Brooke began to cackle, holding her stomach, "Oh god, can I please move in too? This will be better than any soap opera or hell a porno."

Grabbing a pillow, Haley threw it at her friend, "You're so supportive."

"I'm helping you with that damn fundraiser aren't I? I get charities are your thing, but this one better be formal. Last time I got roped in you had me cooling off runners."

"Hey, you're the one that chose it."

"Because I thought I'd be drying off hot sweaty men, not middle aged women."

Haley giggled at the memory, "Well, it was for a good cause and whether you want to admit or not you secretly enjoy giving back."

Brooke didn't respond, only whipped out her ringing phone, but Haley knew she did. With their breeding normal jobs weren't really on option. Haley had obtained a business degree from Columbia and now she was helping run her family's foundation that aided several charities.

Brooke, well Brooke, had skipped college to traipse around Europe yet her heart was huge and she was always using her own status and funds to aid Haley's endeavors.

Then there was Peyton, who had gone to college as well, NYU and was an artist. She'd spend days locked in her SoHo studio sometimes, struggling to outshine her family name with her work. She was brilliant, but Haley knew it was losing battle. In their world, you never escaped your legacy.

The boys were different. They were all into real estate, no matter where they originally earned their money, every family, with their status, dabbled in it.

They didn't actively go out and sell anything; they simply gave their approval on big deals, sometimes traveling to show a face to the company.

Though, Damien was probably the least active, maybe showing up to one meeting every six months. Jake was actually the only one that differed from the pact. He ran his family's foundation, as well and helped her and Brooke numerous times. He had a gentle soul and lived for children and his work showed.

Still, with all their careers, if you could call them that, they also had endless amounts of time off and even when they had to work, they made their own schedules.

Thus, she and Brooke laying on their asses at 4 o'clock in the afternoon on a weekday.

"All right, Chica, I'm off." Brooke hopped off the couch, slipping her red pumps back on.

"Booty call?" Haley smirked and the wink Brooke gave her confirmed it.

Before Brooke got too far, she glanced back at Haley, "Hales, I know this is a stupid question, I just know what today is and..."

Haley held up her hand, "Brooke I'm completely fine. He's been calling, but that's what he usually does around this time of year."

Brooke sent her a soft smile and made her way out to the front door, spotting Nathan on the couch. Ignoring him as he was doing to her, she opened the door to leave and got one hell of a shock.

Nathan looked up at her gasp, his blood boiling.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Brooke hissed.

Justin stepped in before Brooke could slam the door, "I need to see Haley, please Brooke."

"Oh screw you," She laughed.

"Brooke, this is none of your damn business."

Her mouth dropped, "None of my business? You think just because it's some lame ass anniversary that you and she haven't shared in two years, that I don't have a say?"

"Brooke." Haley's voice had all three heads turning.

Justin practically flew to her side, "Haley" He breathed, taking in her beauty. It had been two years since he'd laid eyes on and if possible, she was even more gorgeous now.

"Whatever." She turned on her heels walking back into her room, an unspoken invitation for him to follow her.

He shut the door behind them.

"What do you want Justin?" She sighed heavily, her indifference loud and clear,

He didn't hold back, knowing she could and would kick him out at any moment, "Baby, I've missed you so much. I've tried to move on, but I can't. You're the one." He stepped towards her and cupped her cheeks.

She burst out laughing, her cheeks shaking in his hands before she extracted herself. "Please, Justin, don't even try. Was I all you wanted when I caught you fucking that red head when I was eighteen or when I caught you after I had forgiven you six months later?"

"I messed up. God, you have no idea how sorry I am. They meant nothing to me, I told you that then, and I'm telling you that now. I've tried calling you the past couple months…"

"No shit." She cut in, "Do you know how fucking dumb you look right now? Trying to apologize. You're pathetic."

"Why can't you just see how sorry I am? It's been two years and I'm still begging you back. Today would have been seven years if I hadn't…"

She started clapping at that and he gave her an odd look, "What? Oh, I'm sorry; your performance just keeps getting better and better. Even better the hundredth time around. Seriously, Justin you're only sorry you got caught. If we were together you'd still be cheating and I'd still be the dumb trusting bitch I used to be."

He looked at her, really looked at her for the first time since he had arrived, looking past her initial beauty. There was a fortress around her now, one he wasn't sure anyone would ever be able to break. "Haley, are you happy?" He found himself asking before he could stop himself.

She blinked in surprise not really expecting that, but she recovered a second later. "I'm happy I'm away from you. I'm happy I can fuck whomever I want to now without ever worrying about being hurt again and I'm happy you're ass is about to be out of my sight."

He reached for her and she slapped him across the face—hard—the sound vibrating through the room.

"Get out."

His cheek was on fire, but he didn't make a move to sooth is, "Just tell me one thing. Have you fucked him?"

"Yes, but just for kicks which guy did you mean?" She smirked at the shock spreading across his face.

His temper started to flare and it was apparent as he gritted out his next word, "Nathan." He took a breath, "I saw him in there."

'Where the hell did that come from?' She thought, before responding, "Not that it's any of your business, but no. Don't get too excited, though, it's only because I despise him almost as much as you, but if you want I'll bring him in and give you a show."

"STOP!" His voice boomed and he paced before facing her again, "Just so you know, I wasn't blind. I saw the way you looked at him, the way you two basically fucked each other without even touching."

Her hands went to her hips, "So, that gives you the right to cheat on me? You've got some nerve. God, I don't even know why you're here. I'm sorry you can't get over me or whatever, which again is so pathetic. Are you going stalker or something?" She chuckled at his tense expression.

Walking closer, she patted his cheek condescendingly, "Aw, poor Justin, can't get over little ol' me. That's cute, really."

He grabbed her wrist, tearing her hand away, but kept his hold, "I can't believe what you've turned into."

She yanked her hand free, "What? A woman who doesn't take any shit from men? Yeah, it figures you wouldn't enjoy that."

A shirtless Lucas flew into her room, his hair still wet from a shower and Haley assumed Brooke had rushed to get him and he charged at Justin shoving him backwards into Haley's dresser, various objects crashing to the floor, thankfully none breaking.

"Get.The.Fuck.Out." He growled, fury in his eyes, "And if you come near her again...they'll never find your worthless piece of shit body."

Haley gasped as Justin shot her a last sorrowful look before heading Lucas' advice. He was bigger than the fellow blonde, but when it came to Haley, Lucas' would stop at nothing.

When he was gone, Lucas had her in his arms before she could even blink. It took her a few seconds but she hugged him back. Sometimes it still shocked her how Lucas could transform into someone she didn't recognize if he felt she was threatened. He was the most gentle loving soul she'd ever known, but there was something primal that consumed him when it came to protecting her, something Brooke and Peyton called a huge turn on.

When she had dumped Justin, she'd cried in Lucas' arms all night. The next morning Lucas had returned to her with bloody, bruised knuckles and a busted lip. Though, apparently Justin was in worse shape according to Brooke. She vaguely remembered Nathan in the same condition as Luke, but he'd never copped to helping Luke.

She had chastised Lucas at first, until he'd confessed that she was all he had. That he loved her father and his brother, but she was his world and that if he lost her, he'd lose himself.

It astounded her that someone could love her that much. She too, loved her father, but Lucas was the one that had always ran to her when she had nightmare, put the cookies out with her for Santa, calmed her fears on the first day of school, and to this day dyed Easter eggs with because he secretly knew she enjoyed it know matter how old she was.

"I'm ok, thank you." She spoke up after a few moments, backing away from him.

He cupped her cheek, "You sure, Halo?"

She groaned, "I hate when you call me that."

Laughing, he ruffled her hair, "That's why I do it." Then he went serious again, "Haley if he ever comes near you…"

"I'll tell you," She promised, but deep down she knew she'd never see Justin again and just as she had when she walked out on him two years earlier, she felt the weight of the world falling off her shoulders.

What they shared and the pain he caused her had jaded her, she wasn't dumb enough not to acknowledge that, but even back then she knew it wasn't because she was in love with him; it was because she'd been played for a fool.

Sure, she had loved him, but it wasn't the kind of love she'd dreamed of as a little girl. Honestly as she grew older, she was sure that didn't even exist, yet she still wasn't going to settle, and she sure as hell would never be played again.

He kissed the top of her head, "Ok, I'm going to watch the rest of the soap out of my hair," He grimaced, feeling it hardening on his scalp.

She giggled, "So Brooke busted in on you, huh?"

"No, it was Nathan." He shrugged, not thinking anything of it.

"Oh," was all she could say. It wasn't that she didn't expect Nathan to protect her if he absolutely was forced to, but him going out of his way struck her a bit odd.

A half hour later she strolled into the living room where Nathan was flipping through the channels. "Thanks," she softly said flopping down next to him.

He didn't look up, "For what?"

"Getting Luke."

"Figured you were on your knees or something and thought I'd give Lucas a shock." He matter of fact said, eyes still fixed on the basketball game in front of him.

She laughed bitterly, "Just when I thought you were actually being nice."

"Just when I thought you weren't a spineless slut." He tossed back.

She should have slapped him, but this game of theirs gave her much more satisfaction.

Taking him by surprise, she straddled him, taking the controller out of his hand, and tossing it to the side. She took his face in her hands and traced his lips with her tongue, "Mmm, some say spineless, some say double jointed." She mumbled against his lips.

He snapped, his hands found her back and shoved her to him hard, their lips crashing together.

Teeth clashed as their tongues immediately began a fiery battle neither would concede. She moaned into his mouth and he pushed his rigid dick up against her, his fingers digging into her back.

Reaching down between their bodies, she stroked his cock and he groaned biting down on her lower lip, both tasting blood.

The electricity exploded between them and both were keenly aware that even the simple act of making out could have them both cumming in record speed.

No one else had ever even come remotely close to having that effect on them. It was insane and yet so god damn intoxicating.

Creeping towards the point of no return, Haley ripped her lips away and pressed her forehead to his, their ragged breaths the only sounds for a long moment. "He didn't touch me." She breathlessly revealed a second later, not knowing where it came from or why she felt the need to say it.

Their eyes locked, "I know," he returned, a rush of relief flooding through him. 'Fuck, what was he doing? Why did he even care?'

He shoved her off him, sending her backwards on the couch and stood, "Getting a little ballsy, there Hales. Luke could walk in at any minute," He shoved a hand in his shorts and adjusted his painfully hard member.

"Maybe that was my plan," She quipped, a smug smile on her lips, "You're ass would be out on the street if he caught us."

He bent down towards her, his hot breath against her left ear, "When you turn on your vibrator tonight, don't scream my name too loud." His hand reached out and slid up her bare thigh and underneath her dress before he ran his middle finger up and down her moist panty clad slit, a soft moan he knew she was cursing herself for letting him hear falling from her lips. "Game on, Baby." He whispered.

She didn't even have time to respond to his retreating form, but if he had turned around, he'd have seen her smiling.

Nathan reached his bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face yet as he took in his reflection, all he saw was Justin.

"Dude, you fucking went all out," Nathan laughed at his brother taking in the sights around him. It was Haley's sweet sixteen and Lucas and her father has sparred no expense. The mansion had been transformed into a Moroccan paradise--beads, crystals and lights were everywhere. Elaborate floral decorations hung from the ceiling and everywhere he looked were silk couches, pillows, and draperies in rich shades of gold, orange and red.

The music was blasting and the place was packed, a cake six fee tall in the center of the ballroom, dripping in crystals and lush flowers.

Lucas grinned, "Hell yeah, it's Halo's big day."

Nathan nodded and his eyes found Haley in the middle of the dance floor, wrapped in her boyfriend of a year, Justin's arms, her back to his front gyrating against him. Stunning was all that came in mind when he saw her. She was in a satin crimson skin tight dress that gathered in the front, the spaghetti straps barely holding up the deep plunging neckline that showcased her jaw dropping cleavage.

He didn't even notice Lucas had left his side and Peyton had sidled up to him, "She looks great doesn't she?"

"Huh? Oh yeah, I guess."

Peyton sighed and motioned for him to join her on a near by couch. He did so and they sat in silence before she spoke up, "Are you ever going to tell her?"

"Tell her what?" He said indifferently, his sight still transfixed on Haley as she was turning around to circle her arms around her boyfriend's neck, a slow song having came on.

Halting a waitress, Peyton grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed him one, "That you're in love with her," She grinned taking a sip of the bubbly liquid.

He faced her and looked at her as if she'd grown a second head, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

She rolled her eyes, "Save it Nathan. I've seen the way you look at her and the way your jaw clenches if she even mentions Justin's name."

"Fuck off, Peyton." He gritted out, gulping down half of his drink.

"God, you're pathetic."

"What the hell does that mean?"

She flipped her hand, waving some guy off that was coming near her, "It's just ridiculous. You're big bad Nathan Scott and you can't even tell a girl how you feel."

"I don't feel shit for any girl and I can't believe you think I do for her. Jesus, all we do is fight."

Why in the hell was she doing this to him? He didn't need this from her, especially tonight, it was hard enough seeing Haley all over another guy, he didn't need to have Peyton calling him on his shit.

Hell, he knew he was in love her, had been since he was sixteen himself, but he couldn't love her at the same time. She was Lucas' sister and he was Nathan Scott. He wasn't supposed to fall for anyone. It wasn't in his DNA, so he fought it and fought it hard, picking fights with her any chance he got in an attempt to push her away, to make it impossible for her to ever feel anything for him because once she did there would be no going back for him.

And if given the chance to be with her, he knew he'd hurt her, knew he'd lose both her and Lucas.

She was perfect and innocent, everything he wasn't.

"Whatever," Peyton sighed, "But I really hoped you're prepared."

"For what?"

Peyton shifted and let her eyes fall upon Haley and Justin, the dreamy look on her best friend's face making her smile. She didn't even have to see him to know Nathan's line of sight matched hers, "To watch her fall in love." She said simply before standing up, giving him a soft yet sad smile, "If she hasn't already."

That hit him like a ton of bricks and he too, now found himself entranced by the blissful glow radiating off Haley. Thankfully, for him, Lucas had chosen to cut in and he found himself smiling watching the two.

His brother had wrapped one arm around her waist and taken one of her hands in his, that same glow shining out to him. Maybe it wasn't Justin, he thought and he found himself laughing with her when Lucas suddenly dipped her, her long waves fanning out in the air.

Shit, he had it bad.

…

Hours later, Nathan was well on his way to drunk and couldn't find Haley anywhere. Finding himself upstairs, he wandered down the numerous halls toward her area of the mansion.

He stopped cold when her bedroom door opened.

"I'll be right back," She giggled to whoever was in there with her.

When she stepped into the hallway, he felt all the air rush out of him. She was in nothing but a black dress shirt, the same one Justin had been wearing. Her hair was mussed, her lips swollen and even if she'd been back in her dress, he'd still have spotted it—her sexuality in full force, the last of her innocence gone.

She jumped and held a hand to her heart when she had finally looked up and spotted him, his intense gaze burning a hole through her, "Christ, Nathan you scared the shit out of me"

He laughed and it struck her as cruel and disbelieving, "What?" She started to feel self-conscious, wrapping her arms around her tiny body.

"I never thought you'd fuck him." He tossed out lightly, vastly contradicting the rage swirling within.

Her features hardened, "Why the hell do you care?"

"Oh I don't, Baby." He smirked coming closer and twisting a lock of her hair around his finger. "Actually, you being a whore is a lot more fun for me."

She flinched, swiping his hand away as he chuckled, "You're such a bastard." She started back for her bedroom door.

"Tell Justin I said congrats on popping our little Halo's cherry." He bit out, the words tasting of bile in his throat.

She paused, turning back to him, tears shimmering in her eyes and for a split second Nathan had the urge to take her in his arms and never stop apologizing, but Justin opening the door and encircling her waist from behind swiftly had his rage returning in full force.

"Hey Nate," He nodded, finally noticing the raven haired boy standing before them.

Nathan spared him a nod in return and shared one last heated stare with Haley before turning his back on her all together, leaving behind his broken heart at her bare feet.

He'd never need again anyway.

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