Warning: Will eventually contain mature material. Language. Lemons. Some spicy limes. Maybe full-blown things. ~_^

A Salvation Called Love

-Chapter 14-

-Headlining Chaos!-

Billionaire Mr. Gold with Young Woman!

Last night the two were spotted just outside of One If By Land, Two If By Sea on their way to a lavish date. Both were dressed in their finest. Who is this young woman you ask? A little digging around and we found her to be Annabelle Amatheon, 24, Senior at Jacksonville, Florida University. Is it true love for the billionaire? Is it time for him to settle down after making such big headlines in the world of business? We'll be keeping a close eye on these lovebirds.

Mr. Gold Likes Young Women!

Late last evening Mr. Gold and a young woman whom we found out to be Annabelle Amatheon, daughter of one of Mr. Gold's employees, were out on an extravagant date. Where did they go? To the beautiful restaurant in the heart of West Village, Once If By Land, Two If By Sea. Can we foresee a wedding between the two, or is she playing him for his money? Keep an eye on the news and we'll keep digging!

End of Mr. Gold's Long Reign as Most Sought After Bachelor!

This is a huge blow to the women who sought after Mr. Gold. It seems after last night where he had the first ever documented date with the young Annabelle Amatheon, he will no longer be on the market. Sorry ladies. This is the end of this millionaires bachelor days!

[Regina]

I screamed and threw the three daily papers across the room, watching as they scattered across the floor. I walked over and began to grind one of the front page pictures of Mr. Gold and Annabelle into the carpet. "So you think you can be happy again, Rumplestiltskin? Are you taunting me, you sly bastard? Saying that you won?" I snorted and walked over to one of my windows to glare out over the city. "I'll make sure you lose that happiness. One way or another. Soon it will be me who is more powerful."

[Annabelle]

The insistent ringing from my phone was starting to get annoying as I snuggled further against the warm body that I was practically draped against. When it rang for the 100th time I gave a heavy sigh and opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was Dominic's bare chest very up close and personal. His stomach was rising and falling as he slept and I could see how beautifully he was sculpted. I hated how he hid all this strength behind suits. Then I remembered where I was and how embarrassing this would look if he found me staring at his chest so intently. I stopped breathing as I slowly looked up to see if he was awake. I let out my breath when his eyes were still closed and his breath was still even. I smirked and gently trailed my fingers across his tummy, his muscles flexed but there wasn't a change in his breathing. The phone rang again and made me jump a little. "Damn it," I whispered as I slowly slid my way off the bed. I looked down at myself as I walked over to the dresser where my phone was and found I was dressed in that damn scandalous black and gold lacy nightgown that Dominic had put me in a while ago. I blushed as I picked up my phone knowing that I'd been practically pressed and draped against him bare-skinned.

I checked the number and couldn't believe who it was. It was one of my best friends down in Florida. I frowned and hit the answer button. "Larissa, is everything ok?"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME YOU WERE DATING A MAN THAT RICH!"

I jerked the phone away from my ear when she practically yelled at me through the phone. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't you dare try to deny this, Annabelle! I saw your picture with him in the newspaper today! Who is he? Don't leave me hanging!"

I sighed into the phone. "Larissa, I don't know what you're talking about. What do you mean you saw my picture in the newspaper?"

"Your date last night, stupid!"

I froze as soon as she said it. "What do you mean my date last night? How do you know about that?"

I could practically hear her roll her eyes. "Your picture is on the front page of the local newspaper along with your boyfriend, Mr. Gold. It mentions you are a student here and that you two are dating. Explain yourself!"

"My picture… in the newspaper…" I couldn't believe what she was saying. I lowered the phone and I could hear Larissa trying to talk to me but all I could think about was what had happened last night that would get my picture in the newspaper. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks being dropped on top of me. The photographers last night! I gave a loud cry and dropped my phone. I ran over to the bed and jumped onto it, straddling Dominic where he lay sleeping. "Damn it, Dominic!"

Dominic's eyes slowly opened as if he had all the time in the world to do so and he stared up at me. "A problem, Dearie?"

I smacked his bare chest and glared down at him. "Our picture is on the front page of the newspaper down in Florida! By the looks of it all my friends have been calling just ask the stupid question of if we're dating!"

A smile grew on his face as he stared up at me and he grabbed at my hands as I attempted to smack him again. He pulled me downwards until I fell against his chest and he laid a gentle kiss on my lips, speaking against them. "I told you it would happen."

I huffed and tried to scoot away from him but he held me still. "But you didn't tell me it would be bloody broadcasted to the whole world!"

I heard him chuckle. "It was bound to happen sooner or later, Dearie. Don't worry about it."

I struggled to sit up. "But!"

Before I could say anything else he very quickly and almost expertly rolled us over until he was laying in between my legs and I was on my back. He was propped up on his arms as he stared down at me and his beautiful hair fell down his face to frame it. "Do you have to complain about everything?"

I so couldn't believe that I was in this type of position with him… on my bed… in that scandalous nightgown that had slipped up to rest around my hips. "I…" I swallowed nervously as I stared up into his beautiful dark honey eyes. "I… I don't mean to." I rrreeallly couldn't think right now. "Can you maybe… move off of me?" I pressed up against his chest.

He grinned and didn't budge at all. "Afraid I'm going to eat you up?"

I slowly nodded. "Something like that."

He slowly leaned down and pressed a small kiss against the corner of my mouth. "I won't do anything you don't want, Annabelle. You can trust me on that."

I watched as he moved upwards until he was sitting against his heels. His hands reached out to tug my nightgown back down to cover me up and then he held his hand out to me. I took it and he slowly pulled me upwards until we were almost face to face. I took a shaky breath as I stared up into his eyes. "Thanks… I guess." I could still feel his body pressed against mine even though he was now sitting up in front of me.

He smiled and slowly slid off of the bed. "Don't worry about what the newspapers posted. It'll fly by after a short while."

I watched as he ran his hands through his hair, the muscles in his chest flexing. I couldn't help but be acutely aware of him right now. "I just…" I scooted over to the edge of the bed until my legs dangled off the edge and I reached out to him. He came forward and I wrapped my arms around his waist, laying my head against his tummy. "I've just never been in the spotlight of anything before."

He gently stoked my hair. "You've had concerts and solo performances before. I'd think that's being in the spotlight."

"Maybe… but those weren't like this… my friends will probably think…" I couldn't say it.

"Think what? That we're sleeping together?" I nodded. He chuckled. "Well, we are kind of."

I pulled away from him and sighed. "Yah… kind of. At least I don't have to face them again… 'cause I won't be going back to school."

He squatted down in front of me and gently cupped my cheek. "Do you want to go back?"

I gave a small shrug. "I made a deal with you. I'm not going to break my word. And I'm starting to like staying here… even if I have to deal with being front page in a stupid newspaper."

"Next time we'll just have dinner here." He winked down at me as he pulled away.

I sighed and shook my head. "I enjoyed the date so I can just get over the moppy feeling that I'm experiencing because I'm in the newspaper with one of the richest men in the world."

We both laughed at the absurdity of it all. I was just standing up to walk over and hug Dominic when my phone rang again. I sighed and changed directions in order to pick up the phone that I'd dropped on the floor. Seems like Larissa had hung up after I'd dropped it. I didn't know the number but I picked up anyways. "Hello?"

"Annabelle."

I froze and gave Dominic a panicked look. I mouthed to him that it was my dad. He motioned for me to give him the phone. I walked over slowly and handed it to him. "Mr. Amatheon. I thought I said no contact with your daughter."

"I know, Mr. Gold. I was just worried because she was on the front page of the New York Times… on a date with you."

"And that is any of your business why?"

"She's my daughter. You said she was going to be your caretaker and that you wouldn't do anything to her."

"I did and I haven't."

"You haven't? She's on the front page of a globally known newspaper with you! How is that not doing anything to her?"

"There is no harm in going on a date with her. She is a grown adult after all."

"That doesn't give you the right to take advantage of her, take her on a date and then flaunt her around to the world as if she was a prize. All she is to you is someone to take care of your estate."

I watched his body tense and his eyes flash with anger and I knew that my father had said something bad. And I really, really thought he was going to get angry at him… but boy was I wrong. His next words absolutely shocked me.

"It's because of her that you're safe right now. It's because of her that I'm not going to do anything to you for that statement. And it's because of her that I'm going to allow her to explain everything to you in person."

"In… In person? But I thought… you said… the deal was that I couldn't."

"I'm bending it a little. I want her to be happy and so I'll allow it, just this once."

He hung up on my father and I just stared over at him in complete disbelief. "Why?"

"Why what, Dearie?"

I walked up to him and grabbed a hold of his arm. "Why do this? We made a deal. I promised not to see my father or my friends."

He gave me a small smile and reached up to cup my cheek again. "It's because you're teaching me kindness, dear-heart. Because after all those years of hating people and doing things only for myself I want to do something for you…" He leaned down and kissed me quickly, pulling away before I could do much more than grip his arms tighter. "And it's to make up for me ruining your reputation."

I rolled my eyes. "You didn't ruin my reputation."

"It looks like you're having sex with me, dear-heart. The whole world is going to think that. And we already lied to Sheriff Swan about all of it."

I sighed and moved over to my bed to plop down. "I guess if you put it that way, my reputation is ruined." I gave a small shrug. "But I don't care. I'm a bloody grown woman and I can make any life choice I want."

He laughed. "I have to go get dressed and so do you. I'll take you to go see your father."

He turned and before he could get to the door I quickly got up and sprinted over to him, grabbing his arm again. He turned and looked down at me questioningly. I stood up on tip-toe and planted a big, sloppy, wet kiss against his lips. "Thank you!"

He chuckled and left, leaving me to get dressed. I was super happy now, even if my picture was plastered in tons of newspapers.