Note: I am a horrible author for making you all wait so long for this next chapter. I've been sick, so the ideas have been a little slow to come. I promise to update more frequently. As always, read on and review!!

It was Roger who found them the next morning. Maureen was just rousing when he entered with a grin on his face and an open letter in his hand. The smile quickly vanished when he saw Maureen stretching like a lazy, contented cat. The sheet clung to her shapely form making Roger's mouth go dry. Benny was asleep on his side, his arm resting possessively across Maureen's waist.

"What the fuck?" Roger shouted angrily.

Maureen bolted up, the sheet barely covering her breasts. Her eyes went wide with surprise when she saw Roger standing at the foot of her bed. "Shit! I forgot to lock the door!" she thought as she tried not to panic.

"Hey Rog! Good morning!" she chirped cheerily as she clutched the sheet to her chest. Roger couldn't even speak he was so enraged.

"It was," he managed to growl before he stalked out of the room.

Maureen groaned and flopped back onto the bed.

"Whatsamatter babe?" Benny mumbled.

"Roger was just here."

"Shit," he said with feeling.

"I better go talk to him."

She threw the sheet off and hurriedly pulled on jeans and a t-shirt that read, 'Yes, they're real'. Roger was angrily making coffee in the small kitchen. He was trying to control his temper. Maureen could see his hands trembling with the effort.

She waited patiently for him to acknowledge her. Roger simple kept his back to her. The ancient coffeemaker gurgled and groaned as it struggled to heat the water. After a few minutes the rich, brown liquid drained slowly into the cloudy, glass carafe.

Roger hastily gripped a mug and started to pour the coffee. The scalding liquid sloshed over the edge of the mug, burning his hand. He dropped the mug and swore viciously. The mug lay shattered at his feet. Maureen was by his side instantly.

"Rog, are you all right?" His temper frightened her.

"Just peachy," he muttered.

"Let me see." She reached out to hold his coffee-drenched hand, but he stepped back.

"I'll take care of it myself," he spat before retreating to the bathroom.

Maureen bristled at his tone, but forced the tension out of her body. Instead of rising to his anger, she set about the task of cleaning up the broken mug.

In the bathroom, Roger ran his hand under cold water. He was angry at himself for being so stupid. He waited too long to ask Maureen out and now he had lost his chance. Benny was the last person he expected to see in bed with Maureen. Maybe if it had been a stranger he wouldn't have cared as much.

Roger splashed some of the icy water on his face. He gasped from the shock of it. He groped for the towel beside the sink and dried his face. He felt a little calmer now though his hand still ached a bit. He gripped the edges of the sink and stared at his reflection in the dingy mirror. His jaw was firmly set and his eyes still glowed with residual anger. He sighed loudly.

"How's your hand?" asked a feminine voice softly.

Roger looked over his shoulder to find Maureen standing in the doorway. A lock of hair had fallen over one eye. The mere sight of her made his heart burn and his jeans feel tight. He turned back to the mirror.

"Fine."

He heard her softly pad to the bathtub and sit down on the lip. He refused to look at her again.

"I read the letter," she began. Silence. "I'm really excited for you. A recording contract is a big deal."

"Why do you care?"

"You're my friend, Roger. That's why." Roger snorted in disbelief. Maureen decided to ignore him. "Are you going to sign the band?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because they only want me and I'm not leaving the guys behind."

Maureen was proud of him. She went to hug him, but he moved away.

"I know your upset, but at least let me congratulate you for making the right decision and not fucking your band over."

Roger only shoved his hands in his back pockets and stared at the floor. Maureen was getting tired of his attitude. "I didn't believe Collins when he first told me, but now I see every word is true. You can't handle the fact that I'm with another man. I can't change what's happened between Benny and I, but I don't want this to come between us. We've been friends for too long to let it end over something like this."

"Does Collins know?" he asked.

Maureen knew what he meant. "No," she answered quietly.

"When were you going to tell everyone? Or were you going to keep it a secret from us?" Roger accused.

"I wasn't going to keep it from you guys. I just didn't know how to bring it up. What was I going to say? 'Hey everyone, Benny and I are fucking each other.' I'm sure that would have gone over well," she told him sarcastically.

"You still should have told us."

"I know that and I'm sorry, but we haven't been together that long," she said. She immediately wished she had kept her mouth shut.

Roger turned surprised eyes on her. "How long?" he asked.

"Three days," she admitted sheepishly. Roger laughed bitterly.

"Three days and you're already sleeping with him. Damn, Mo. That's a record even for you."

Maureen's hands balled at her sides and she fought the urge to punch him. "Don't you dare go all high and mighty on me, Mr. Rockstar. How many girls have you fucked since your band started to gain some popularity?"

It was a cutting remark, but one good turn deserved another. "Has anyone ever told you what a bitch you are?" he asked, avoiding the question. The number was more than he cared to admit.

"I take it as a compliment. At least I'm not a brainless bimbo like those girls that fling themselves into your arms and your bed!"

"What the hell do you care?" he asked angrily.

"Every time one of those girls shared your bed I wished it was me!" She turned on her heel and stormed out of the bathroom with Roger staring at her in disbelief.