I already have ideas for the next chapter, however, I am having a writing blockage on this one so is not exactly the way I wanted it to be, it is the only way I can move on though.

Please read and help improving it…

Parker was the one telling were Sophie was living, she was the one teaching him how to break into her apartment and the hours she'd be alone since that James guy was working. Hardison was the one searching the guy and founding out he was broke, no money, no art, nothing... Just some guy owing practically much to everybody, but now it was his job to tell her con was vain, tell her she was wrong and, God, was it hard... She looked at him with an eyebrow raising, asking him the question her lips wouldn't do.

-Saving me from what trouble? - He drank the rest of his wine and placed the glass on the coffee table next to him.

-From your con... - He swallows hard and stares at her dark beautiful eyes. - From your wedding.

It's only when she starts laughing, really laughing, that he realises Hardison was right when he said there was something odd about it, after all the best damn grifter in the world would know the guy had nothing to be robbed off.

-Eliot darling, -she finally manages to say, slowly pacing the floor as if searching for a way of saying delicately, after that man was in love with her. - This is not a con, I am married for real.

He chokes when she says it and there's a part of him which doesn't even believe her words. She must be lying; lying is what she does...

-What do you mean with that? How...? Why...? Sophie, I don't even know what to say... - His heart hurts and she's awfully sorry she has to hurt him this way; Eliot Spencer happens to be the last man in the world deserving to be hurt like this... - Do you love him? - He finally asks and he sounds so sad, angry and disappointed. The hitter just aged ten years in ten minutes.

-That doesn't really matter... - She's sitting on the edge of the dinner table now, her dark silky hair covering part of her face. She speaks on a low, calm tone yet he can see how ashamed she is by that statement alone.

He gets up and fists the wall.

-Damn it, Sophie! How can it doesn't matter? Is the one thing that matter the most!

-Well ,I loved Nate and look at what that got me in to! - She is mad and he feels his chest tightening...

-Does... - He's afraid to ask, he's afraid to know the answer. - Does he loves you? - She gives him a soft smile

-Very much, he even stopped gaming for me, for the sake of our marriage...

-Does he know your past? - He's calmer now, but he hates that she mentioned her husband was a gamer; that can still be dangerous.

-Know, he only knows me as Hellena Carter, an art expert...

-Sophie... - She's still looking down. - Darlin' look at me. -She does. - This is not the way to heal a broken heart, you're fooling this man and yourself and that's just not the Sophie I know... You can't just leave the game or stop being who you are and, not in a week, but in three months, maybe even six you'll get bored and tired of this marriage you got yourself into. You will want to get away from it because you don't love him and you know this isn't right, this isn't enough. Not if you don't love him back... When that day comes, call me... - She smiled at him, a shy smile which didn't fit in her face at all, it didn't belong to her...

-He loves me for what I am even though he doesn't know everything. He listens to me and smiles at me all the time, he makes me laugh and hugs me at night which is way more than what I ever got with Nate, I can't get tired of being loved and wanted because it feels so warm... so... - She rolled her eyes on a cute way that made him want to hug her yet, his Sophie was unreachable. - Safe...

-Sweetie, one day that illusion will end and you will feel annoyed and mad at him, as you don't love him you will hate all those things you admire now, the way you see him will change... I know loving Nathan hurt you, but this is not the answer... - He walked to the door, it was time to leave; James would be home soon...

-Eliot... - She grabbed by one harm and faster, then he could think she hugged him, he embraced her back and kissed her on the head; her hair smelling like jasmine.

-Whenever you need sweetheart, I am just a phone call away...