For those we are worried that I'm going to leave again without notice, I understand. I can't promise that I'll update everyday but I am happy with the responses that I've been getting and I'm in a better place than I've been in a while; so I hope to keep writing.

Phoebe's POV:

I rolled over to see Damien typing away on his laptop. He was in business mode, his eyes were concentrated on the screen and nothing else. I snuggled closer to him and sighed.

"Did I wake you?"

"No," I kissed his arm, "I wish you had though. We need to talk about last night."

I should not have left with Blaine. I was an idiot to think that he and I could be civil towards one another.

"I get it. If I were to see Lisa again, I'd want to air out any hard feelings. You're a catch Phoebe Grey, Blaine isn't going to just let you go."

"I shouldn't have left, I'm sorry."

"I told you last night, I forgive you. There was nothing to apologize for," Damien shut his laptop, "I love you."

"I love you so much," I brought him down to me, "You're my everything."

And I was being truthful. I loved being with Damien, despite his workaholic tendencies. He was attentive, funny, smart, and good looking. To me, he was perfect.

Batman jumped on the bed and licked my face.

"I'm getting cock blocked by a dog," Damien tried to push Batman away.

"No, you're getting cockblocked by Christian Grey," my father appeared in front of my door, "Don't you have a brunch to be getting to?"

He left the door wide open before heading downstairs.

"This is why I wanted a hotel," Damien muttered into my hair.

"I heard that!"

There was no way my father heard that.

"These walls have ears," Damien whispered even quieter, "How is that possible?"

"He's just messing with you," I ran my fingers through Damien's bedhead, "I'll see if my mom can settle him down so he'll leave us alone."

"Good, I miss being inside my fiancée. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go jackoff in the shower."

"Don't you dare! Someone has to clean in there."

"I have to do something or else I'm going to explode in my meeting. How am I going to talk about corporate finances when I'm thinking of being inside you?"

He had a point.

"Give me ten minutes and I'll meet you in the bathroom."

Damien's eyes lit up, "I fall more in love with you everyday."

The same went for me. After realizing that I would never get back with Blaine and allowed myself to give Damien a chance, I fell hard for him. Harder than I even fell for Blaine which was saying something.

"Stick with me and you'll learn to have fun," I winked before following my father downstairs.

My father sat at the kitchen island reading his tablet. My mother was either sleeping or at work, this would make things more difficult.

"Damien still here?"

"Ha. Dad, part of staying here with you guys was the agreement that I would be treated like an adult. It's just as easy for us to stay at a hotel while we're here. I can't keep playing referee between you guys. How is it that you can still be Team Blaine after all of this?"

"Who says that I'm Team Blaine? I'm Team Phoebe and I can see that this guy isn't right for you."

"Here we go again. Damien treats me better than any of the guys I've ever dated. I know that you've had him followed and there must not be anything to report or else I would have heard about it by now. Leave it alone or else I don't know that we can stay here where we're being watched and there's nothing else I can do to make you like him."

My father shook his head, "I don't have to like him."

"Yes you do because you're my father and I love him. I want you at least like the guy that I'm going to be married to. What are you going to do when we have kids? Are you going to like only half of your grandchild?"

"Child?" my father's eyes shifted to my stomach, "You aren't pregnant are you?"

"Would it be so bad if I were?"

He stood up, "Yes because he isn't the guy for you!"

"If this is how you're going to be then fine, we'll find someplace else to stay."

"Fine then!"

My father was being unfair and he knew it. Making me choose between the two of them was childish on his part and if he had not learned from the past, I was more than capable of keeping my word and staying away. Damien was out of the shower and from the look on his face, he heard what happened downstairs.

"We're leaving, get dressed," I yelled on my way to get my luggage.

"I think you're both overreacting."

"You're taking the side of the man that doesn't even want you in his house just because he's harboring a man crush on my ex-fiancé?"

Damien followed me into the closet, "I'm not taking his side but I know that he's your father and he wants what's best for you and so do I. Also, you were kidding about the pregnancy right?"

"Of course, I was drunk last night for Christ's sakes, but he doesn't need to know that. All I know is that he needs to get over what he wants and finally let me choose what I want! I'm not going to argue with him over Blaine every five seconds so until he decides to let him go, I can't be in the same house as him."

"Alright, calm down. How about you get ready for brunch and then when we come back you'll both have settled down."

I glared at Damien, "I don't need to settle down."

"Well your father does."

"You're talking bad against my father? Can I take this moment to tell you how turned on you're making me?"

Damien always wanted my father's approval but right now seeing him take a stand against him made me want to jump his bones.

"We never got to have that quickie in the shower," Damien closed the gap between us, "I wouldn't mind to practice making babies with you right now."

He fell to the floor in front of me and pulled my pajama bottoms down before slipping his tongue inside me. I grabbed onto the closest stack of clothes to capture myself before falling. Damien shoved his tongue deeper inside me and I could not hold back the gasp that crept its way up my throat.

"I want you inside me," I begged.

His tongue stopped as he pulled my down to the ground with him, "All you had to do was ask."

I giggled as Damien climbed to position himself before my entrance but stopped when I felt him enter me. I was wet but I still was able to feel a slight pain when he entered me. He paused to make sure that my groan was a sign of pleasure and not pain before continuing to move inside me. My hands forced Damien deeper inside me, something that made his strokes to go faster.

"God, I still can't believe you're mine," he breathed, "Fuck."

Our sweaty bodies meddled together as we reached our point of ecstasy, moaning each other's names. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I orgasmed, too far gone to even watch Damien come. He cleaned me up and slapped my butt as I ran to shower.

Blaine's POV:

I tried not to stare as Phoebe kissed Damien goodbye. My hands unintentionally clenched at the sight of the two of them. Phoebe walked towards me with an unreadable expression. She was wearing a floral dress that fell above her knee and had heels that made her legs look longer. The Phoebe I knew did not wear floral prints because they were too girly. I stood up to pull her chair out, something I did without realizing it. She seemed shocked but held back her comment.

"Darrel didn't want to join us?"

"You know his name," Phoebe glared, "Don't try to pretend you don't. Let's just get this done without arguing, alright?"

We were in charge of putting together the joint bachelor and Bachelorette party – Darcy's idea of course. Charlie being Charlie did what she asked, mostly out of fear of what she would do to him if he refused to do what she asked.

"Alright, lemme see the list."

She became defensive, "What list?"

"I know Darcy has a list of what we can and can't have. She's bossy, so lemme see it."

Phoebe dug in her purse, "Alright, it's not that bad. She only said no strippers, no prostitutes, whores, or skanks, anything of that nature and no cheap beer."

"Seems fair but Charlie also has a list and that trumps Darcy's list."

"I think we should forget the lists and do what we want to do."

For once, we were agreeing again and it felt like old times. Something in my eyes must have given it away because Phoebe cleared her throat and refrained from looking me in the eye.

"Alright, so what's first?"

Two hours later we had planned the perfect party filled with unlimited alcohol, strippers, music, and friends. I did not want the planning to end but of course Damien had to call and say that he was on his way. The way Phoebe's face lit up when she saw his name made my heart fall.

"This wasn't too bad," I stood up, gauging Phoebe's expression.

She smiled, "No it wasn't. I had fun."

"We should do it again some time. Maybe grab a bite to eat?"

Her look said it all.

"Never mind," I did not want to be rejected, it would only make things hurt even more, "Let's leave it at this."

"I was going to say dinner would be great but Damien's dad is coming in town for dinner tonight. What about tomorrow?"

Color me shocked, "I promised Caden that I would take him to Play World. You're more than welcome to come."

"Will Heather be there?"

"She doesn't have to be."

"Alright, I'm in."