Here's Chapter Two! I'm sorry for not giving the heads up that this is infact and AU fanfic and there will be some (okay maybe a little more than some) OOC. But I still hope you like this fanfic and let me know what you think!

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Chapter 2

Lucy cursed, stomped on the floor, and let out an ear piercing scream. She was upset, frustrated, and pissed off. The moment she set eyes on that (arrogant, perverted, cocky) jerk, she already hated him. It was a mere coincidence that they happen to meet in that hotel, but for her to end up working for him...the world must have gotten smaller. And that smirk! God she hated that smirk! She could just take the dish towel she held in her hand and use it to wipe it off his face. If only she didn't need the money, then maybe, she wouldn't even bother looking for a job.

It was a good thing her mother had taught her to clean up their home from time to time, otherwise, she would never have gotten her job. That and Natsu seems to have taken a liking to her. She liked him too, not in the romantic kind of way, but the he-can-be-my-best-friend kind of way. It was too bad. She really was content even if her other boss, Gray, was a perverted too, but then the other pervert had to show up.

When she rang the doorbell that morning, the raven-haired man was the one who opened the door for her. She had to suppress the heat that was making its way to her cheeks when he revealed himself in nothing but his boxers. She wasn't going to lie; he had one heck of a body. Being the stubborn girl she is, she forced her outer expression to remain unaffected, as well as neutral. Otherwise, Gray would never stop bugging her.

The blonde female took a deep breath, and looked down at the dishes she was currently drying. She was exhausted. Cleaning up a mansion, so messy and unorganized was nearly impossible for her to accomplish. Nearly. She was glad that she had come earlier than what was agreed upon, otherwise she would never finish in time for her other later appointments. The dishes was the last of her work, just after she cleaned up all the rooms.

After Sting had stormed out of the kitchen, Natsu immediately rushed in and dragged her in one of the unused rooms. Apparently, she was going to live with them from that moment on. Lucy tried to refuse, and tried to insist that she didn't take anything with her, but the guys were persistent and eventually agreed.

She took another deep breath, "Natsu," (he had insisted she call him by his first name) "I'm going to head home to grab a few of my things. I'll be back before midnight!" She heard a mumble coming from the living room and took that as an okay. So maybe she was not going to be back before midnight, and maybe just a tad bit afterwards, but as long as she was in time for her job then they had no reason to get upset at her.

She quickly ran into the bathroom, to get rid of the maid's uniform and change back into her flowy, white skirt that landed just above her knees and a white tank top. Taking a long look at herself in the mirror, she decided to tie her hair into pigtails rather than one single pony tail. Before stepping out of the bathroom, she made sure that no one was around to see her. Slowly, she tiptoed to the door (though the wooden floor made no creaking sounds at all).

"White doesn't suit you," she froze at the sound of Sting's voice. She turned to face him, her eyes narrowing. He just insulted her, that and her fashion sense. "You know, I'm curious now. How can you go from the girl I ran into last night, into someone looking so...pure and innocent? You didn't look too innocent last night coming out of that hotel room. In fact, you looked like someone who just had a few wild hours in bed." He smirked that smirk that she hated so much.

"Sir, you live your life how you want, and I'll live my life how I want. What I do is none of your business," she hissed at him. Lucy did not think she could hate someone so much as much as she already hated Sting. He was asking too many questions and getting into her business. And that smirk. Oh how she wanted to just wipe it off his pretty face! "Speaking of business, I'm late. Good day!" and with that she walked out, letting the door slam behind her.

She let out an irritated scream as she walked to her car and at the same time putting on her white sandals. White, it was definitely her color and she knew that all too well. So whatever Sting said meant nothing at all to her. She had other matters to think about.

The club was dark and loud with the constant flashing of different colored bright lights. Girls were on the stage, performing, sliding down poles with almost nothing but lingerie and matching high heels. There was a strong smell of smoke and alcohol in the air, but no one was bothered by it. There was the occasional drunk who almost, almost started fights, there were those couples who were grinding on each other on the dance floor, and then there were those who were already on top of each other.

Sting watched, searching for any sexy female that he could possibly have tonight, but his thoughts kept drifting back to his blonde housemaid. It was guys and Erza night tonight, because she just would not let Natsu go off and be persuaded by his friends to have sex with a random stranger. Gray, and Rogue were there as well. They have already found partners. While Gray were on the dancefloor, Rogue had already proceeded to take his girl to the hotel across from the club.

Sting took a swig of his drink but stopped when he saw a flash of gold pass by. Quickly, he stood up and left the money for his drink on the bar table. "Oi! Sting! Where ya goin?" He ignored Natsu's question which was slightly muffled from his makeout session with Erza.

He watched as she crossed the street. He could feel heat slowly making its way down his body as he took a good look at what she wore. Black. A one shoulder strap black dress that hugged her perfect curves and barely covered her bottom. She wore black fishnet stockings and black stilettos. That had to be Lucy. Her body was unmistakable. And when she turned her head, Sting was awestruck.

Compared to the innocent facade she had put on earlier that day (no makeup whatsoever), this time, she looked like a dangerous wild cat that was about to take its prey. On her dark red lips was a smirk and her eyes, smoky and dark with a glint of mischievous intent. For a moment, he almost could not believe they were the same person.

He could tell she was slightly drunk, but not drunk enough not to know what she was really doing. What was she up to? His thoughts ranged from split personality disorder, or maybe she had a twin, or maybe she was just some girl off to sell her body. God only knew how desperate the girl must be for money.

Unexpectedly, a car, a black limousine stopped right in front of Lucy. Sting had to keep himself hidden just to make sure he did not get himself into any unnecessary trouble. He watched as Lucy bent down to the window, probably exposing plenty of cleavage to whoever she was speaking to. It made Sting's blood boil at the thought.

"Aren't you looking good?" her voice was a low, seductive tone. "I don't think I've seen you since you last fought with my brother." So she knew the guy, and she has a brother. Why was that not part of the background information Rogue had researched for him?

"You would go this far just to get what you want? I'm impressed Lucy Heartfilia, and frankly speaking, I'm incredibly aroused," the man's voice were slightly slurred, which made it obvious that he had much to drink as well. Sting's eyes narrowed, how does a simple housemaid know someone so high up the social ranks?

"Big brother is too busy with other matters," a dangerous tone made its way to her voice, "what I want, he's far too busy to help me with."

"You used to be so full of light, until your mother's death. But either way, I love both sides I've seen so far. Care to join me?"

Sting could barely see Lucy now, and now he was more confused than before. What was Lucy after? And who the hell was this man offering her...whatever it was he was offering her?

"And how will going with you benefit me?" Sting was unable to catch the rest of the conversation before Lucy entered the limousine and went off with the man inside. It bothered him that she was with some other guy, and it bothered him that she was becoming an even more difficult puzzle to solve than before. He had no right to complain if she slept with other guys, after all he slept with plenty of girls as well.

He let out a deep breath and walked back inside the bar. None of his companions were to be found and the bar was not as crowded as it was earlier. He was irritated and sexually frustrated. Seeing Lucy in such a tiny black dress was enough to make his pants tighten.

"Following me around won't get you anywhere," Sting froze at the all too familiar voice that belongs to his new housemaid. Her hair was in waves, in a seductive like manner. She walked up to him, her stilettos in her hands, quite similar to how she had left the hotel room the night before. "When Bacchus told me that someone was watching, I had no doubt that he was right." Her eyes met his and for a moment they could only stare until they trailed down to glance at his whole body.

"Bacchus," now that was a familiar name. He was the son of one of Sting's father's business partners. Otherwise known as the Drunk Falcon. Rogue had done a thorough research of him as well. He was always out in bars, sometimes in luxurious ones and sometimes just regular cheap bars. Each night he made it a necessity to take a woman to bed, if not maybe more than one. His hobbies included sex and drinking his ass off and getting into fights. Not a good reputation for someone who would one day inherit his father's riches, but it seems the man could care less. Sting vaguely remembered a time when he had tried to get the Strauss sisters to have a night with him. The fight that ensued afterwards had done great collateral damage.

But one thing stuck out more than the other details that was of this guy. He was just like Rogue; Able to gather information about anything or anyone he wanted and he trusted his instincts, which were usually right. Sting decided he hated the guy, "So this Bacchus fellow, he's the one you've been sleeping with?"

When she did not speak, Sting took it as a yes, "Why? Why him Lucy? Are you really that desperate for money?" It was the wrong thing to say, and Sting knew that. "Why Lucy? How much are you worth?"

He really was expecting to get slapped across the face, because she was clenching her hands almost to the point where her knuckles turned white. What he did not expect was for her to push him onto a seat nearby, and straddle him on his lap. She placed her hands on his shoulders, her chest almost touching his face, and leaned in to whisper in his ear, "Eucliffe, I'm worth more than you or Bacchus can afford."

Sting's erection was growing harder every passing second and he just knew that the girl on his lap could feel his ever hardening member. He was about to ask her how she knew his surname, but all thoughts went astray when she purposely ground herself against him. "Don't take me for one of those easy girls. You'll have to go through torture before you get to me." And she left and walked out of the club.

Sting was left dumbfounded and once again, sexually frustrated.

Lucy glared daggers at the man who sat before her on the hotel mattress. He was drunk. Extremely drunk, but she knew his mind was aware and conscious. Bacchus, the Drunk Falcon, sat, waiting for her to make a move, or at least say something. He took in the sight of her, all her curves, those breasts. He could hardly contain the heat.

"Did you find out anything?" she finally asked.

"I don't have a dead on lead, but from what I've gathered it would seem he paid your investigators a reasonable amount to get rid of all evidence." he slurred his words, "It's the father. And what better way to take revenge than to use his own son."

Lucy sighed, "I'm sure I have a tight hold on his son as of the moment. His daughter's going to get it too. She humiliated me in front of everyone, and it's time I take my revenge."

"I hear she has a thing for her half brother, you can always use that, but she won't be too happy once she finds out the love of her life is attracted to her lifetime rival. By the way, have you spoken to Cana?"

Lucy rolled her eyes, "Why I am not surprised that you ask me that question? Don't worry, you'll get your drinking rematch with her."

Bacchus smirked, "Perfect. Now why don't you come sit on daddy's lap."

Lucy scoffed, "Not even in your dreams pervert."

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