AN: I've noticed that I've had some Owen Annabel action in every chapter. Gr. I love them so much that I can't help it. Hopefully you don't mind.  A special character that goes by the name Will is in this chapter. Keep a sharp eye out for him.

This chapter might be a little more 'M' than 'T' in one part, so when you get to it, you can skip ahead if it's going to ruin your virtue or something. It's in italics.

CHAPTER 4

"So are we sleeping in your apartment or what?" I asked as we drove in the taxi. I would have had my nose pressed up against the glass looking up at the high buildings of New York if I didn't know the amount of germs that were probably sticking to everything. Whitney and I were sitting in the back seat, Kristen in the front. My right hand was curled in a fist on the seat beside me, almost touching Whitney's. If she wanted to, it was there.

"Uhm, the apartment is kind of in a mess at the moment, so I thought we could just lay low in a suite downtown. It's got a swimming pool, a rec room and everything. I'm pretty sure you'll be able to keep yourselves busy. "Kristen's voice traveled through the car. She seemed excited enough. I didn't answer her, but continued to stare out the window.

The car pulled over about half an hour later, right in the middle of downtown Manhattan. We climbed out of the taxi with our bags in our hands. Whitney and I just stood there waiting for Kristen, but Whitney had the strangest look on her face. Not close enough to happiness. People from a variety of different shapes and colours, wearing clothes that looked vaguely in style to wreck jobs, rushed past us in both directions. I noticed that it was a bit of an understanding on the sidewalk as it was on the road; keep to your write and if anything gets in your way, either merge around it as if nothing is there or give a dirty look and shove. I got a few of both.

"Okay." Kristen said with a huff. "Let's get your stuff up to our room." She walked ahead of us into the closest building. The door man watched us as we walked by, but he smiled at Kristen.

"Welcome to the Carlyle." He said.

"Thank you." Kristen smiled; she turned her head and motioned for us to follow her. I immediately saw the brightly painted walls and the black marble floor. I could see my reflection in the floor. I gave Whitney a knowing look. She almost smirked.

"I'll take that." Some strange guy a little older than me in a black suit appeared beside me, his hand reaching out for my suitcase.

"Uhm, okay." I handed it over. He smiled, his blonde hair touching his eyes. I followed him to a gold plated elevator, Whitney right behind me. She refused to give her bag to one of the attendants, so she looked al little beat. I felt sorry for the kid that wanted her bag; he looked a bit heart broken. Why did Whit have to be so beautiful?



We went up a lot of floors, to the point where you could see outside of the hotel and into the city. I looked up at the number we were on, once we stopped. 20. Woah. I felt a little motion sickness as we started to get out of the elevator, and the guy with my bags, his name plate said Ron, had to grab a hold of my elbow and steer me into the hotel room. My face was pink with embarrassment.

Kristen paid all the boys who brought up our bags, and then I got a chance to look around. It was a sweet little suite. Or rather large one. The walls were yellow, an array of prints (or maybe paintings) on the walls. There were two comfy looking couches in an area strait ahead, with a big screen television and a stereo system. Dozens of cd's and old tape cassettes were piled on the coffee table. There was a kitchenette to the left side of us, and the three doors on the other side—obviously leading to beds.

"How much did this cost?" Whitney asked as she walked straight to the middle door and opened it.

"It doesn't matter." Kristen said, staring at her back. "We've got enough." Whitney turned and looked at Kristen and then walked into the room.

"I guess that one's yours." A male voice said behind me. I turned to see Brian, drying his hands on a dish cloth. He smiled at me. "Hey. Long time no see." I smiled, shaking his hand. Brain wrapped his arm around Kristen's shoulder.

Later on, after I had thrown my suitcase into a chair near my bed, and changed into something that didn't smell like whatever the taxi driver had hanging in his car, I lay on my back, staring at the roof above me. In my hand I twirled a ring. One that Owen had given me just the night before.

My head was at the end of his bed, my hair fanned out above me. I wore nothing but my pink bra and panties. One of my feet was pressed up against Owen's chest. He had his head up against the wall, he was half sitting half lying down. My other foot was in his hands, arousing me in ways only he knows how. His fingers traced lines up and down my foot and leg. I took my hand and wrapped my fingers around his ankle. I closed my eyes as his fingers went higher up my leg. I curled my lips and let the foot he wasn't touching slide down into his lap. I fluttered my toes and smiled when he moaned.

"That's it." He stated and then he let go of me. He crawled on top of me and dropped his weight down. The breath rushed right out of me, and Owen lifted himself up so I could breath. His eyes met might for a split second and then he ducked his head into my neck. I slid my hands down his back, kissing his shoulder as well. I had no idea where his hands were, so it took me by surprise when he suddenly slipped his fingers underneath my panties and inside me. I bit his shoulder accidently, and he growled. I could hardly breathe, but I pressed myself farther up against him with my hips, biting my tongue as he fluttered his fingers inside me.

"I want you forever." Owen whispered in my ear. I wiped a bead of sweat from his eyebrow before kissing him there.

"What else do you want?" I whispered.



"I want everyone to know that you are mine and no one else's."

"Is that it?"

"For now." He laid his fingers on my temple and then through my hair. I put my nose up against his. "I want you to take one of my rings with you."

Kristen knocked at the door and I opened my eyes and looked at her standing in the door way.

"Hey." I said.

"Hey. We're going out for supper down the street."

"Okay." I stood up and followed her out the door. Whitney was already waiting, talking on her cell phone. She was watching Kristen with a critical eye. The four of us left the suite and headed down the elevator and into the lush lobby. I gave the boy that carried my bag a little wave when he looked up from the portable TV on the bar stand. He smiled. And then cheered at something that happened on the screen.

"Come watch it on the big screen when your shifts over!" Brian yelled at him. Ron gave thumbs up and then we walked out the door.

We walked for a few blocks and then turned into a nice little restaurant. There was a glass aquarium to my left and I watched the fish as we walked in. I walked right into some guy, who didn't even say sorry.

"Here, Annabel." Whitney said, pulling on my arm. I tore my gaze from the fish and followed my sisters to a table.

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