Undesirable Arrangements

Warning: The second half of this chapter is very sexually explicit. It's not porn, but I'm definitely testing the limits of an R rating. Hey, an R rated movie would go this far… Hope you enjoy!

It had been a whole week since her visit back home at the Welcott Hotel, and still her head pounded from the incident. She had agreed to marry a man she hardly knew… to get married! Though she had had midterms to study for her entire attention seemed to have been caught in this ugly net of confusion.

Serena slouched in her dark khaki corduroy jeans, her olive green tank top rode up her stomach showing off the perfect amount of slightly tanned skin. Not too much. She tapped her pencil as she looked at her Environmental Issues textbook. Though it had been one of her favorite classes to attend it seemed like the text had suddenly translated itself into Japanese.

"With a new job at Welcott International and rumored modeling gig, Celebrity It man, Darien Hart is coming into quite a big spotlight. Giuliana DePandi has the story, Giudiana," Serena glanced over to the TV in the corner. For some reason her study group thought it wasn't distracting at all to have it blaring in the background during their session. "That's right, Ryan. Hottie, Darien Hart has just been hired as Daniel Welcott's number one International Relations guru; Which means he'll now start making up towards $450,000 his starting year, and if he's successful he'll soon be one of the most sought after bachelors in the country. Known has a club hopping party socialite, Darien's friends say, "That won't distract him. He's a smart guy, and working for Welcott is a dream job. There's no way he's going to screw this up." Serena grumbled at the TV. Why did so many people care? "When asked to comment on his new position Darien gave us this: 'I'm honored to have been hired for Mr. Welcott. He's a great man, and a fantastic business man. I can only hope to live up to his expectations.' When asked to comment on his modeling gossip, he said, 'That's only a rumor.' Let's just hope that's not true. – Ryan!"

"Why are we watching this?" Serena grumbled to her other study buddies. "We're supposed to be studying." She tapped her pencil on her textbook expecting her friends to come to their senses, apparently she expected too much of them.

"Darien Hart is so hot." A brunette announced as the television flashed a couple of miscellaneous paparazzi shots of the man. "I hear he's dating Rei Lopez, that really pretty model."

"Rei's a slut." Serena paused as everyone stared at her. Apparently her words had come out a little icy, jealousy maybe. No. There was no way she was jealous. She just knew Rei. She had met her a couple of times when she lived back home. The girl would wrap her legs around anything that had money. "Can we get back to work now? Please!" Let's just get off this subject. Would have been her next words, but that might have sounded a little too desperate.

"Slut or not, if she's actually dating Darien Hart, she's got to be doing something right." Another girl in their study group announced. "You know this last spring break? When I went to L.A. to visit my mom? I saw him get out of his car and walk into the Los Angelus Hart Hotel. He's way hotter in person than he is in all of those pictures." All the other girls in the group grew doe eyed, jealous that the girl had actually seen the stud muffin in person.

"If all you guys are going to do is talk about stupid Darien Hart then I'm going to my room to study alone." Serena stood up from the round wooden table they had all been sitting at and marched off, book and notes in hand. She was sick of hearing about Darien, and no one seemed to care that it bothered her.

When she got to the end of the hall and opened the door to her dorm room she was fuming. She threw her books on her desk and sat down hard in her chair. Stupid Darien. He's not all that good looking, and he's a jerk. As far as she was concerned personality was way more important than looks.

Serena heard a knock at the door, and mumbled for the intruder to come in. When she saw it her roommate and one of the girls from her study group she sighed. "Ami, you don't have to knock, this is your room too," she said half heartedly.

Ami gave Serena a smile, trying to cheer her up. Ami was a mousey girl with very dark hair. Serena had always thought that Ami's short locks were interesting. They were so dark they seemed to turn blue in most lights. "I know…" she said quietly, "but you seemed pretty angry back there… You usually don't mind if the girls talk about guys," She giggled slightly. "You usually join in… Is something bugging you?"

Serena sighed. Ami had grown to be one of her very best friend at school. They had met last year, when they were assigned the same room, and ever since then they had studied together, talked together, when they could get classes together they tried to… "Ami, how much do you know about my family?" Serena asked out of the blue. "I mean how much have I told you?"

Ami shrugged, her shoulders sloping. "I don't know… You're dad's a business man… you have a little sister." She paused trying to remember all of the details that Serena had given her. "You don't really talk about them much, and I never really thought to ask since you seemed so reserved about it."

Serena sighed. She had prided herself in keeping these two lives of hers separate. Never talking about school with her father, and never talking about her father with schoolmates. "They were talking about Daniel Welcott on 'E!', right…?" She sighed one more time, knowing this was it. "Daniel Welcott is my dad… I know I always said that it was a coincidence with the name… but it's not." She knew she had lied to her friend, but was hoping for some understanding.

"Wow… Serena…" Ami was astonished. She couldn't help but sit down on the edge of her bed. The news was, well, it wasn't necessarily hurtful or angering… but it was definitely a surprise. Serena came from a multi million dollar business… maybe even a billion dollar business. No wonder Serena didn't ever complained about school loans or applying to scholarships… she didn't need to. "Wait… I don't get it… why does that make you so upset with everyone talking about Darien Hart?" Ami asked. How was this all related? "Wait you've met Darien Hart, haven't you?" Her thoughts were jumbled. One moment she was shocked the next moment she wanted to know what Darien was really like. Even Ami was guilty of having a little crush on the man.

Serena laughed at her friend's strange reaction. Ami was hardly a twittering young college student that thought of boys, drinking, and nothing else. She was at the top of her class in Harvard Medical College, and a very diligent student. Serena was majoring in business, while Ami was trying to be a doctor… but they still tried to study together, trying to learn from each other as best as possible. "He's a complete asshole, Ami."

"Really? I didn't think he would be. He always seems so nice in his interviews." Ami's voice ran off as she continued to take all of this new information in. "Why is he an asshole?" Her curiosity was getting the best of her. What could he possibly have done?

"He used to tease me about absolutely everything when we were little—"

"Oh, he was young I'm sure he's chan—"

"No! He hasn't!" Serena gave her roommate a defensive look. "Don't look at me that way." She turned toward Ami, as if they were little girls and Serena was about to spill the biggest secret about the cutest boy in school. "You know how I went home last week to talk to my dad?" When she received a nod she continued, "Well, Darien was at my place. Apparently they were signing the last of the papers or whatever to finalize this International Job that he just got hired for. I bumped into him on my way to my dad's office and you know what he did?"

Ami gave Serena a look of interest. Her eyes growing wider; she seemed to have moved even closer to make sure she got every single last detail.

"He looked me up and down, and said, 'nice implants,'" Serena's face was completely serious. She hadn't necessarily been upset by what he had said, but the simple rudeness of the comment had angered her so much at the time. How dare he have the gall to say such a thing? First of all her breasts weren't fake, and second of all… Well, there really wasn't a second of all, but her breasts were not fake.

Ami burst out laughing. She couldn't help herself. 'That's so mean! I can't believe he would say such a thing… he seems like such a classy guy." Her laughter hadn't subsided, she was tearing up it was so funny. "What did you do?

"I told him to go fuck himself, and I walked away." When Ami continued laughing, Serena was getting upset. "Stop, laughing, Ami, it's not funny." Serena turned away from her good friend; her laughter was starting to hurt her feelings.

Ami calmed herself, her giggling finally dying down, and sat in silence for a moment. "You know what that means, though, right?" When Serena looked at her confused she went on. "He was looking at your chest. Darien Hart, a guy that most of the women on this campus dream about was looking at your chest." Ami looked at Serena with envy.

"Oh, my, god, Ami… Are you really jealous of that? Just because it's Darien Hart, Mr. Bachelor of the Year, it's still not ok to be sexually harassed by him. You're one sick puppy, Ami, really." She turned away from her friend disgusted. "Don't look at it as some kind of compliment. Darien's an asshole, and that's that."

"I'm sure he is." Ami said in a patronizing tone. "Now, is that the reason you've been so different this week? Because Darien Hart complimented your nonexistent breast implants? They are nonexistent, ri—" Ami was interrupted.

"Of course they are. My breasts are real!" Serena snapped at her friend. She knew Ami was only teasing her about the ordeal, but she was sick of this discussion. Why did they have to keep talking about it? "No… something else happened…" Again she turned towards her friend who was still comfortably sitting on her bed. "I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell anyone, ok?"

Ami nodded, what could possibly be more interesting than what Serena had just told her. There was no way her best friend could top all of this. "What?"

"Well… I'm engaged…"

"What?!?" Ami was wrong. She had been completely wrong there was something that could top Serena's millions and her being teased by the hottest man on earth. "What do you mean you're engaged? How did this happen? To who? You're not even dating anyone!"

"Hart Enterprises and Welcott Enterprises are merging this summer. My dad and Robert Hart want to keep the business in their families, though… so I agreed to marry Andrew Hart…" Serena's voice was really quiet. She still didn't know how she felt about this. Andrew was someone she had barely met, talked to, she had more conversations with his brother, whom she absolutely despised than him.

"You're marrying Andrew Hart… Oh, my god… I'm jealous… he's about as cute as Darien."

"Shut up, Ami," Serena threw her notebook at her roommate quite embarrassed. "I have to go back home next month… I don't really want to go alone… Ami would you do me the biggest favor ever?" Her blue eyes were pleading. Please say yes. Please say yes.

"What do you need?" Ami asked pretty innocently. She would do almost anything for her friend… well as long as it didn't have to do with cheating on a test or something… she did have her morals after all.

"Will you go with me?"

Darien pressed his body close to his dancing partners, holding her at the waist, he could feel the music; he could feel the music through her as she ground her hips into his. The constant beat of the bass rocking the entire crowd to the same movement, the same dance. Lights flashed, arms let loose and legs seemed to only wrap around more legs. Now this was how to celebrate.

He kissed the neck of his partner gripping onto her back and pulling even closer, so close, sex on the dance floor. When he finally made his way to her lips he was happy to feel her react quickly with passionate kisses… deep… succulent, kisses. "Rei, let's get out of here."

As soon as the door was open Darien pushed the raven haired model against his wall. The power he had used to push her was incredible, electric. His kissing was become an attacks on her lips; passionate and long. He quickly slipped his hands across her behind, easily slipping the dress farther and farther up her perfectly shaped thighs until he could feel her full round backside. Noticing the lacy thong under a thin fire red satin dress, he snapped it playfully. She moaned at the gesture which made him serge with energy. It only made him harder for her.

With quite a bit of strength he took a hold of the back of her thighs bringing her up so that her legs might wrap around his waist, allowing their groins to meet for the first time that night. He groaned feeling her push herself off of the wall to feel the now hard member under his now slightly wrinkled Armani slacks.

With enough strength to easily carry the light weight woman he tried to make his way towards the master bedroom, but even in a luxurious apartment the distance was too long. The woman's kisses and constant moans begging for more were making him impatient. He moved towards the coffee table setting her down roughly, pushing her down he kissed her passionately on the lips, bruising them.

When he could stand it no longer he stood struggling with his belt buckle, he hardly got his pants down before he pushed her down one more time, this time so that she might be on her stomach, the coffee table was perfect for this, he had done this enough, he should know. She moaned pleasure as he enjoyed himself, he was a rough lover, but boy was he good at what he did.

"Dari—Oh, god, Darien!" She felt her orgasm coming. It was as if an explosion was emanate, not knowing when it was to arrive but knowing it was close.

Darien smirking, knowing Rei was enjoying herself. One of his great pleasures was pleasing a woman in this very way. Sure it was a lot of work, but boy did it pay off. He rocked hard into her, making her scream in pleasure. He was sure the neighbors could appreciate this. She sure was being loud enough.

When he finally peaked, he had no problem letting go. Rei had already enjoyed herself, it was now his turn. They were finished, sweaty, but finished. He lifted himself off of her as she turned to look at her. He chuckled at her, "I think your dress is ruined."

"Shut up," She said smartly, looking at the ruined satin. Rei frowned, "You owe me a dress, asshole." She said with a glare.

"Ever a little firecracker. I just gave you the best damn orgasm you've had in weeks, and that's all you're worried about?" He pulled his pants up, wanting to look at least half way decent as he walked towards the bathroom. Walking around with pants around his ankles might be only a little ridiculous. He started unbuttoning his black business shirt as he headed for the shower.

"For your information, this is Chanel, and second of all it's a fifteen hundred dollar dress! Hey! Don't walk away from me!" She followed him, noticing him casually undressing as he turned on the steaming hot water. "What are you going to do about this?" She showed him the dress, now stained.

"$1,500? You know, Rei, you're a good fuck, but you might not be worth that. I'm not doing anything about the dress. You have enough money floating around to get a new one… and you didn't even pay for that! Chanel gave it to you!" He entered the shower washing him of all remnants of what had just happened between him and Rei.

Rei's look did a complete 180 as she got another good look at his perfect naked form. "Hey, maybe I could join you?" She grazed her hand down his dripping chest, not really caring anymore about the dress that was now permanently ruined from the water.

Darien quickly pushed her hand away. "Not, now. I'm too tired for a round two." He ran his hands through his hair shaking his hair of all the water that had just soaked through it.

"I always get what I want, Darien." She gave him a sly smirk as she dropped the straps off her worthless Chanel dress and let it drop to her ankles. She dropped to her knees ready to do whatever was needed to get Darien to make her orgasm one more time. Ding! Round Two!

Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed that. Oh my god! A second chapter this soon. This story isn't going to take as long as Legend to finish, because I don't plan on making it nearly as long. Have fun!

I'm still looking for a Beta, so please help me out and contact me if you're willing. As some of you can see, I make a lot of typing errors. I read through it, but I don't always see everything. Advanced critiques please! They are very appreciated.