A month.

One sweet, delicious month had passed. Hinata smiled, gliding across the carpeted corridors of her office building. For one month, she and Sasuke continuously played a game of Forbidden Affairs, and she was anticipating their next meeting. And even though she knew she was being a little lustful after Sasuke, she couldn't help it. For some reason, she felt it was right to go home and have sex with him almost every other day.

Turning her head slightly, she caught her reflection in the Plexiglas pane of a window. Thankfully, the hall was empty and the binds were shut, so she was free to examine herself.

At first it was the usual; pick at her white button-down blouse with three-quarter length sleeves, then smooth down her black tiered peasant skirt and tighten her super-slick low ponytail, her bangs swept to the side. Then she really took a look and felt a little disgusted.

She was turning their game of sex into an obsession.

Abruptly, she turned away from the window and rushed down the hallways. In the last month, they had gone places like museums, restaurants and even a few movies. But every time they came home (to her three-bedroom two-and-a-half bathroom townhouse) they had sex.

And even in the office, they had sex. Multiple times in the conference room. Multiple times in her office. Multiple times after hours. Multiple times during hours. Multiple times in his office, just to spice things up.

Sometimes, depending on the mood, it would be a just a 'quickie'. Or they'd take their time, enjoy the sensation of being close and pleasuring the other. Or they'd do a long hard fuck.

Hinata threw open the door to her office and kicked it shut, making sure everyone knew she wasn't in a mood. She felt like a slut. It was common knowledge that Sasuke was a playboy with an Energizer battery in his penis. It wasn't like she didn't know he had slept with more woman than she had successfully gotten contracts signed.

But did they actually love each other?

Hinata dropped onto the couch and felt herself unraveling. After a month of just sex, sex, and more sex, she thought they actually had something. But really, it was nothing. Just lust. Was there any love involved? If you loved someone, you had sex with them, right? Or that's what she liked to believe. Maybe she was mistaking lust for love.

Closing her lavender eyes, she let her mind wander. What if Sasuke didn't love her? What if he just wanted to get in her pants? She didn't think of herself as someone who was good in bed, but what if she was? What if he just wanted to fuck the company's daughter, ruin her good reputation?

Her chest clenched and she sat up, hearing the door open. Her eyes locked with Sasuke's onyx and she felt the heat rising to her cheeks. She couldn't keep doing this. She needed answers, answers to the many questions circling her confused, befuddled mind.

"You okay?" Sasuke leaned against the semi-circle couch, crossing his arms and watching her indifferently.

"I'm fine," she mumbled, looking to her lap. Uneasily, she rubbed her thighs, pressing her creamy knees together. What if what she was thinking was true? What if he lied? What if he didn't mean what he said? How did she know he wasn't lying?

So many questions, so little time.

Self-consciously, she reached down and tightened the strap on her black strappy Fendi sandals. "I-I have a q-question, Sasuke."

"Oh yeah?" he mumbled around his cigarette, eyes focused on the windows that covered her whole back wall.

She glanced up at him and prepared herself. If he was lying, she'd dump him. There would be tension, yes, but that was to be expected. They'd get over it for the sake of the company. She couldn't sit here and wonder and wonder if what they had was actually something to be desired. She didn't think there was one woman alive who was content just to have sex . . . in private. (A/N Get it? In private? XD I just realized that!)

Her eyes landed on her lap. "Do you . . . Do you . . .?"

He looked at her as she trailed off. "Do I what?"

Nervously, she brought her glassy eyes up to his. "Do you love me?"

He blinked, having barely heard what she had just said. Loved her? Of course he did . . . Wait, did he?

His eyes left contact with hers as he sighed. Almost instantly, he could hear her strangled sob and he looked to find her head buried in her hands. And he hadn't even said anything! Hell, he wasn't even sure if they could call this love. Having sex day after day after day was getting a little boring for him. But there was nothing else they could do.

"Hinata," he sighed, brushing away her tears with a tissue. "Don't cry. You'll ruin your make up."

She sniffled and took the tissue, turning away from him. "So you don't love me. All this sex is just lust." Her lavender eyes closed as he blinked behind her. "I don't think I can keep going like this if it's only for sex."

"What are you saying?"

Her lip trembled as she stood up and faced him. "We're through, over with. I can't be in this relationship if we do nothing but have sex. I want something more than just you between my legs."

He kept silent as she wiped her eyes and took a deep breath. "I believed I was content with out little game. It was enthralling to have Hiashi and Fuguka not know about this one thing. Our dirty, nasty, little secret. But it's not going to work out. I hate having to hide in the dark. Not even our friends know about us, Sasuke! What kind of relationship is that?"

He sighed, standing from the couch. She was right, of course. He wasn't treating her fairly. He was just using her as an instrument in his little world. And of course, she had realized this way before he had. So he decided to do the right thing for once. Because he realized something.

He did love her. And he hated the thought of losing her. The minute the words "we're over" left her glossed mouth, his heart actually skipped a even thought it was pathetic and cliché, he actually did like her. Like her hard enough to know he wasn't going to throw it away because she wanted to come out and let everyone know their plans, their business.

"Hinata," he began and she stepped back, to get out of range of any embrace. He sighed and placed his hands at his side. "I love you. And I'm sorry you had to go through all this."

Her eyes widened and he shoved his hands into the pockets of his charcoal gray pin-stripe Hermes suit. "I understand if you don't want to be with me anymore. I'd hate having to hide in the dark all the time too. Sadly, I never realized this."

He skirted around her and didn't look back. "We have a board meeting in about thirty minutes. You should get cleaned up."

The door closed and Hinata dropped to her knees, loud sobs erupting from her throat. This wasn't happening. But it was, and he had said it. The words she desperately wanted to hear. And even though she had just realized this forty-five minutes ago, she didn't want him to say goodbye.

But he had.

And now she was alone.

And there was no one else for her to talk to.

Oh. Magod. I'm a bitch. What did I do to poor Hinata-chan?! What is my issue!? Hurry Eyor! Get everyone a tissue! XD

Yep! I dun did it! Updated with a twist! You weren't expecting that little flaw, were ya? Nope! This done turned seriously un-Humorous. I'll have to change that . . .

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