Alright guys. I'm so so so so freakin' sorry that I didn't have this up sooner. My laptop was having issues so there was no way I could post this or start a new chapter. But anyway, here I am pumping out what I can. Don't lose faith in me! xoxoxo

CPOV

I turned off the faucet and wiped my face off. I looked up at my reflection in the mirror. Ugh. I look like crap! I can't seem to understand what Eric sees in me. He's a hot, spicy bowl of nachos while I am just a bland bunch of grapes. He's much better off leaving me and all this trouble I've caused behind while he still can.

I grabbed a towel and patted my face dry before I hung up my towel and walked out the bathroom.

"Beautiful, what took you so long? Come and join me." That shirtless, disgusting man patted the spot on the bed next to him. I'd rather lick the bathroom floor. Back in Oregon, I had survived the month without having to sleep with him because I would always fake a sickness or an injury. But now, I have no way out because he just knows I'm fine.

"Ah...Michael...I don't think...this really isn't...uh...I'm really tired," I lied as I slipped into bed as far away from him as I could.

"Nonsense," he said taking my hand and pulling me next to him. "We'll have plenty of time for sleeping after we have fun."

"But I-I-I can't," I said trying to move away from his lips on my neck. I tried to squirm back away to the edge of the bed, but he forcefully yanked me back using my arm.

"I suggest you relax- now." He went back to kissing my neck while I forced down the lump in my throat. He climbed on top of me and roughly trailed kisses up to my lips, before meeting them and forcing his tongue through to my teeth. He grunted and pulled away, grabbing my chin. "If you want your pretty little friend to make it back to Miami in one piece instead off floating down to the bottom of the Hudson, I highly recommend you cooperate."

I nodded and he continued to kiss me. He stabbed his tongue at my teeth and I slowly unclenched my jaw. He slipped his tongue in making me feel sick to my stomach.

Just as he started tugging on one of my nightgown straps, my cell phone began to ring. He swore under his breath as he rolled off me and got off the bed to walk to the bathroom. I reached for my phone. "Hello?," I whispered.

"Calleigh Duquesne, you and I, cafe, now," he said angrily.

"W- Eric- no! You know-"

"Right now."

"I can't. Whatever it is you need to tell me, just hurry up and say it."

He sighed. "Why did you lie to me?," he asked, his voice softening. "What did he really do to you?"

"It doesn't matter. Besides, you know it's not safe to call me."

"Cal, your head was smashed into your car! You cannot tell me that doesn't matter."

I held my breath."How did you find out?"

"H. Your blood and hair were found on your car and the police were called to check it out. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Eric, It's not important. I don't need you risking your life for me. Forget about me."

He sighed. "I can't. I still lo-" I clicked off. That man had come back in the room and if he found out I was talking to Eric...well...I don't want to know what might happen.

"Who was that?," he asked as he got into bed.

"My..mom. Yes. She had just uh called to check on me like she usually does every week or so. You know moms. Always have to get into your business and everything..."

"You want me to take care of her? I can make sure she doesn't call you again..."

"NO! I mean no. It's not really-"

"Because you know... I'll handle this if you want..."

"No, no. It's fine."

"Uh huh. Okay."

I flicked off the lamp at the side the bed and that man crawled back on top of me.

EPOV

I sat down at one of stools at the hotel bar. Why is it that every time I want to tell Calleigh I love her, she always hangs up on me? Like what is that? Since she told me what was going on, I've been having mini panic attacks when I think of her and that...beast. I mean she's getting married, married to him. He proposed to her. She's wearing his ring. His stupid, platinum, $100,000 ring. Not my ring. No. She probably threw it out anyway. I could never afford to buy her anything like that. But he can.

Wow.

I'm actually jealous of him. I bet Chris would get a kick out of that. I wish I had more to offer to Calleigh. She deserves way more than what I could ever give her. And judging by the rock on her finger, the car she drives, the clothes she wears, and the wrestler who follows her around, she's engaged to an overstuffed piggy bank.

I took a swig of my 5th..or 7th beer.

What if she fell in love with him? What if she had gotten over me already and was...was sleeping with him? What if she had his kids after they got married? Those thoughts made me feel sick to my stomach. Calleigh had always wanted children. It wouldn't surprise me if she gets over me and starts a family with him.

(Marco)MPOV

Private Eyes! Clap! They're watching you! Clap clap! They see your every move...Ugh! Curse the American radios!

The stupid song is now stuck in my head. I sat down at the bar on one of the dirty brown stools. Hm. You would think the American people would clean the seats better. I ordered a beer and looked to my left at the idiot talking to himself about jewelry and babies. Wait. Wait a minute.. That is Miss's agitating friend! Wow. He's at this hotel? Talk about messed up coincidences.

Should I tell Miss about this? Mm...maybe I might upset her. And if I upset her, the boss will kill me. Nope I'll just keep it a secret.

You know, I feel bad for the boss. I mean, he is kind of...chunky...like a big spoon of butter. He never could get the women to even like him, much less date him. He has to show them his money to get them interested, and once they realized he was controlling and mean, they backed off. What a shame.

And the Miss. The Miss is stunningly beautiful and she has a delicious heart- no wait- a tasty heart?- no... a good heart. Yes. A good heart. She is trying to protect her agitating friend from the boss, even though her friend makes it hard for her. You can see that she loves him very much, but will let him go to protect him. It sounds like a dramatic teen novel to me.

"Sir, sir, you need to calm down! Sir. Sir. Please. You are disturbing our guests. Sir.." The bartender was yelling at Miss's agitating friend because he was drunk and crying over someone named 'Calleigh'.

The bartender went to call security but I stopped him. "I'll- ah- take him back to his room. You don't have to worry."

"Okay but," he looked at him," make sure he's alright. He looks pretty messed up."

"Will do."

I took Miss's friend by the arms and pulled him off the chair. I threw him over my shoulder and walked towards the elevator. When the elevator shut, Miss's friend started to sing.

"She's out of my life. She out of my life. And I don't whether to laugh or cry. I don't know whether to live or die."

"Ah..."

"And it cuts like a knife... She's out of my liiii-"

"OK! I get it! Just...please. Stop."

"But-"

"No. Now which floor are you on?"

"8."

I pressed the button. "Now. What were you crying about?"

"Calleigh."

"Who is that? Your daughter?"

"No. My ex-girlfriend. She dumped me and left me for this rich guy and now I...I...I don't know what to do."

Miss's name is Calleigh? Oh okay. But Miss's friend doesn't recognize me. Hm...He really is drunk. "Oh well, maybe you should give up."

"I can't!"

"Why? She left you. She isn't coming back."

"I don't care. It hurts like crap anyway. I mean like, she left me on our anniversary. Our anniversary! I was going to propose to her with my grandmother's ring and everything! I had even asked for her dad's blessings. I did the whole jambalaya, yet she didn't even show up."

Ugh! This is the one thing I can't stand about the boss. He ruins people's lives. He took the eye of his apple and just stole her away. I wish he had never threatened to kill my mother. Then, I wouldn't have to watch him be a dick to everyone.

I got off the elevator when the doors opened."What room?"

"Just put me down, I can handle it from here." I put him down and he began to walk towards his room. When I saw him stop at a door and get his key out, I turned back around and began walking back to the elevator. I stopped short when I heard a thud and a groan. I turned back towards Miss's friend, who was slumped down against the door with his head in his hands. I walked back to him.

"What's wrong with you now?"

"I...I can't get my room key to work!" Then he started crying again.

I sighed and yanked him up to his feet. *SLAP* I struck him across the face, making his eyes widen.

"W-"

I grabbed his collar. "Get it together and open the damn door!"

He opened the door and took two steps before he collapsed on the bed. I shut the door behind me before I walked back to the elevator. He's so whipped.

OK! I love writing Marco's POV and I have no idea why. And yes, Eric needed to be slapped. Horatio is up in the next chapter so if you were expecting him in this chapter, I'm sorry *guilty smile*. Let me know what you thought, bad, good, awesooooome? Thanks in advance!