She doesn't know... and she honestly doesn't wanna do it...

She can't talk to her horrible father after what he all did to make her life more miserable than ever. Maybe she should and maybe she shouldn't. For some reason, she should do it to make everything clear and for the sake of Troy. But some ways, she shouldn't do it because she hates him forever. Simple as that, she hates him... Why wouldn't she? He took her freedom, the love, and Troy from her...

"Babe," he gently called as she sat on the edge of the bed while Gabriella keeps on combing her curly hair, "I have something to tell you," he added and she just looked back with her eyes searching for an answer. He can't tell her now... No, he should. He can't just keep it forever. But rather he's not going to keep it for eternity but he's just looking for the right time! And yet, it's the perfect time.

"I can't actually." He said and breathed out. He reaches up his hand to his hair and brushes it with her fingers.

Gabriella got up and walked to her boyfriend. She sat on his lap and puts a finger in his light lips. "Say whatever you want because..." she said and bended down to give his neck a nibble and she heard him moan. She smiled and puts her eyes locked in his own cerulean eyes, whispering, "I trust you and I love you." She leaned down and brushed her pinkish lips on his own, her tongue asking for his granted.

Yes, he granted her wish and their tongues in a very fierce battle. They don't feel unusual anymore for they love each other and they are both involved in a mature-adult relationship. She's 22 and he's 28... They are adults now.

Then, she pulled away and looked back at his shining eyes. His eyes felt so... peaceful and quiet. No... More than peaceful. "And whatever you say is, I'm never letting go." she said and gives him one light peck on his lips. He sighed and removed the single strand of hair from her eyes. He stared back there... the dark chocolate eyes was just perfect... More than perfect from any other girls her met or even other girls in the whole wide world.

"Do you remember the time I left you alone?" Troy asked and waited for a reaction from his beloved girlfriend. She froze as she heard that... It's all coming back again. The painful memories. The thing how she cried when he left, they time she hadn't touch food for two days and two nights, the time she took care her twins without guide from him."What about it?" she said and avoided his gaze. Yes, of course, he did notice that.

"Please, don't ignore me... I can stop if you want." He said and she just returned her gaze at him and gave up her-obviously no perfect smile-fake smile. "No, I'll try to control me. I still have to know, right?" I said and he slowly agreed by nodding his head. He wiped away her tears that strained her loving face. "Don't cry baby... I promise you none of this was my fault. I meant, we do want that relationship but, none of the two of us wanted to break that perfect relationship. I was an employee of your father, the President. I can't argue with him. I have to save you and our kids." he explained.

"Save? What do you mean?" Gabriella asked with a confused look on her face.

The cab stopped in front an unfamiliar yet famous hotel in Las Vegas. She looked out the window, seeing a crowd seems to be waiting for someone. "Troy?" she looked back as he pays the driver. He just hummed and looked at her with a smile crept on her face. She looked out the window again and she just heard the door to open. Then, he opened her door and she got out, taking his hand, interlocking their fingers in between.

"Are you okay?" Troy asked, brushing another strand of hair from her forehead full of sweat. She rested her head above his shoulder and giggled as he tightens his grip in her palm. The guards stopped the crowd-obviously, the paparazzi-from entering the hotel privileges.

The couple walked near the information center and waited for an attendant to assist them. "I actually don't know what to feel." she said and her smiling face turned into a confused one, "I just don't understand why he has to keep it forever... He had to tell me that I'm not his child." Gabriella pouted as she folded her arms crossed above her chest. He chuckled at her gestures and filled up the form handed to him.

"Welcome back, Mr. Bolton." the lady said and smiled at him. He nodded his head. Well, yeah, no doubt... he's quite famous for posting interesting articles for his company about some things that'll be an inspiration for the readers. And yet, he's the President and temporary CEO of his newspaper company.

"What do you want to get now? A room of course..." the lady said and looked down at her computer. Troy glanced at his worried girlfriend. He wanted her to rest now for they have something to arrange for tomorrow. Something she missed for four years.

She lied in her stomach in the pink sheet of the soft mattress she's lying on. And yet, something keeps bothering her and she actually knows that. She can't ask Troy about it because she doesn't like to be a burden to him. He's busy.

And yet, Troy's not around. He's done the restaurant, grabbing some dinner for the two of them.

She has to think… will she talk to her father or not? Maybe no… maybe yes…

Actually, she doesn't know if she should or if she shouldn't. It's making her hard to decide now that she's really mad at her father for hiding everything. For making her life miserable… The only thing she didn't regretted was when he hired Troy to be her bodyguard.

She loves him for eternity and forever. It'll never fade. Troy was a man of her dreams… the man she still loved though he wasn't there by her side. When she was having problems with sustention with their kids, she had to at least survive without him. When her twins are sick, she had to take care of them. Now, she don't care that he wasn't there beside her because she now knew what the real reason why he wasn't there was. He doesn't deserve to experience all of it.

A knock snapped her out of her thoughts.

She looked back and saw Troy leaning his arm into the wooden door frame. He had his hair combed smoothly. He was wearing dark jeans, his sneaker and a blue shirt with something written in it…

"Hey…" she simply and looked down again in the bed, continuing her thoughts. He can't feel her presence. It seems something was bothering her. Something was into her. His heart dropped as he heard her sniffle a bit. Is she crying? Or is that just cold?

He lifted his feet and walked into the bed and lied beside her. He saw her avoid him. What is bothering her?

"You know, you can tell me." He said and looked back at the plain ceiling with chandelier that lights up the room a little bit. The shiny objects hanging into the chandelier were moving against the atmosphere. The place was silent, of course. Except for the fainting cries of his girlfriend.

She kept on sniffling and lifted her hand to sneeze into the tissue paper she was holding for a little while after she grabbed it from the tissue box. She can't help it…

She was crying for sure. It was all because she remembers all the bad memories… How her father leaves her with nothing. How her father refuses what she loves to do. How she accepted the fact that she became a big stupid fool for believe that the man she's been with for her whole life was her father.

"I don't think I can…" she said and sniffled again for the fifth time he lied beside her. He turned to his side and lifted his hand to wipe the tears that strained her face making her red. He hushed her for some reason and sat down, pulling her to sit down with him.

She kept her head down to avoid him from seeing her tears. "Of course you can…" he reassured and lifted her chin up, "I'm your boyfriend and you can tell me what you desires to tell. You can trust me and I know that you trust me…" he said and kissed her forehead.

As she felt his soft warm lips on her forehead, tingles ran down through her spine making her shiver. She sniffled again and breathed out. "It's just hard… my heart just doesn't know how to handle it." She cried with her eyes hoarse because of fear. He shook his head and hugged her tightly. She wrapped her toned arms around his neck and continued to cry in his shoulders.

He can feel what she was feeling right now… The pain burdening her shoulders should be lifted and he had to help her carry it. They were in this together because they love each other. He was her boyfriend, she was his girlfriend.

He pulled away, cupping her cheeks and locked his blue eyes straight in her dark chocolate eyes. "You don't have to deal with this if you can't. I know what you've been through and I should have protected you and the twins because that was my responsibility. It's my fault." He said and sighed in depression. She shook her head quickly and leaned herself to give him a soft and living kiss in his lips.

They continued kissing like forever. No, for sure, none of these things was their fault. It was her father's fault. For keeping them separated and experience the problems. How can a father like him do this to her? We all know that he wasn't the real father but he should act one because it was his responsibility to fulfill the needs of Gabriella.

Gabriella pulled away and brushed his hair from his back. She looked deep in his eyes wandering why he blames himself. "Don't blame yourself…" she whispered controlling her tears to fall down and strain her cheeks again, "You," she breathed out and eventually stopped as he searched for an answer from her eyes. She leaned up to kiss his forehead and brings her eyes locked to his own. "You are best thing that ever happened to me… The best thing that has been mine." She said and smiled at him.

"Thanks." He whispered and wrapped his arms around her tightly. For some reason he actually don't know, he fell in love with her accidentally. His job was to protect not fulfill her needs. But it turned out to be, he's the perfect man for her.

"Don't thank me because it's true. Without you, I wouldn't have found out the real me." She said and looked down into the bed, "I was just seen as the President's daughter, as a fancy woman that wears fancy and expensive clothes… but you," she added and looked back at him, "you brought out the real me… who I really am inside. My mom must be so proud of you… because you, you knew how to change me."

"I love you." He said.

"I'll love you always… though how many mistake you'll made, it'll never change my outlook on you. You're perfect." She said.

Gabriella searched in the dress rack for a perfect dress in the coming party tonight. She really don't know what color suits her now for it is her first time for four years that she'll be wearing formal clothes again. Is that a good thing?

She grabbed the short blue cocktail dress. It looked cute but not her best. She doesn't like to wear formal clothes because she's tired of it… She turned around to meet her loving boyfriend who was sitting in the red couch. "Troy," she called with a little pleading voice mixed with her statement, "Do I really have to wear formal? I wanna wear boots." She demanded.

"Come on, babe… You have to look sexy in that party. Maybe you could turn me on." He joked earning a hard hit in his arms. A laugh let out his mouth and she pouted as she search in the rack again. "There is nothing better in here." She said.

"Just try to look again… maybe you just missed one." He said, pointing the other racks. Lime colors appear in the racks he pointed making her frown badly. "Do I look like a blind? Those colors are lime, making me look sick." she said and shook her head desperately and grabbed her purse, storming out of the store.

She walked down the halfway deserted sidewalk and looked at the other stores. She can see the clothes she wanted to wear to night. The black silky off the shoulders cocktail dress and the black high heels… God, Troy is tormenting her.

"You can have that dress and those shoes." He cut in, tucking his hand deeper in his pockets and looked around like he doesn't care. She scoffed at his comment and shook his head. "Why not?" she asked him as she flips her arms crossed above her chest, raising an eyebrow and made a desperate smile on her lips. "Because it's a formal party." He answered.

"Just please… this dress is way better than does lime colored old-fashioned dresses." She demanded and pointed the dress behind that huge glass wall dividing the out and inside of the shop. "And these shoes are way beautiful that those flat dusty shoes." She added.

"I don't know how I would react but…" he said and cuts himself off, think for a second while Gabriella waits for his agreement, "I'll just see in the car… You can choose whatever you want just don't bother to ask me what you should buy." He said, giving up on her, and handing her the credit card.

She squealed in excitement and hugged him tightly. "Thank you, babe." She squeaked and accepts the credit card. "What color do you want?" she asked excitedly.

"Surprise me…" he said and he earned another hug from his girlfriend. "Okay, I'll promise I'll turn you on… You know that I'm actually good at this things." She joked practically and giggled at her own statement.

"Yeah, sure you are… Always making me wonder why you look sexy if you're just in a school." He pointed out and Gabriella made her way inside the shop that had its own cold atmosphere coming from the air conditioner. She felt like she's free again… she's free to spend the money in shopping like before.

She looked at each rack for a hotter cocktail dress that she'll wear for the party and to turn on his hot boyfriend. She looked around and saw a mannequin wearing an off-the-shoulder black cocktail dress that is sparkling in its glittery cloth. She looked at the price and it's quite… expensive. Oh, she just remembered, its Barney's for crying out loud (I just don't know if Barney's sells shoes). All of the clothes hanged there are all expensive…

The price was just eight thousand, six hundred fifty two and seventy-five cents. Can you just believe it? Well, to ask her, this dress is much lesser price than those antique clothes in the neighbor shop. She looked around for a sales lady to ask for it.

"Miss?" she called out and a lady wearing gray skirt, pink long sleeve blouse with white insides walked formally to her. "Yes? Are getting that one?" the lady asked.

"No, I'm trying it on… Can you get one for my size?" Gabriella answered politely as the lady held up another stock of the dress. "Interesting." Gabriella added and grabbed the dress, "Thank you…" she said and looked around, seeing a black stiletto standing beside the feet of the mannequin. It's beautiful.

"Those shoes are the perfect match for this dress." The lady said and grabbed it, handing it over to Gabriella.

"Thanks." Gabriella said.

A few minutes later…

She stood in the long mirror, admiring her chosen clothes. She was perfect. She looked like more of the Aphrodite, the goddess of beauty…

Now, let's just see if Troy won't be turned on in these clothes. "You look fantastic, madam." The lady said behind Gabriella as they both look in the long vertical mirror. Gabriella turned to her side and looked at her ass and her curves where perfectly shaped.

"Are we in a party? Or a date?" the lady asked.

"Actually, both… He just wants to be turned on." Gabriella joked and they both giggled at that.

"Well, does he love you? Will he do everything for you?" The lady asked.

"Correction," Gabriella said and fully face the lady, "He loves me, I love him… and we'll both do anything for each other and eventually for our kids." She added.

"Wow, you don't look like you have a kid." The lady praised.

"Thanks… well, I have twins." Gabriella smiled.

"Congratulations… Maybe you just found the right man of your life." The lady said.

The lady was right… She found him… Wait, what I meant is, he found her. They are willing to do anything for each other just to prove that they love each other.

Done! Thank God... I've been doing these for three days. Thank you...Well, did you like it? Review please...