AN: So, my sleeping schedule is pretty fucked up and I'm trying to fix it by not sleeping two days straight, it's a tricky but very effective way. The results are: I'm dying and I need to sleep (it's like nursing a hangover but without having consumed alcohol.) and I've had way too much time to think and write this chapter down. The only thing that is keeping me up is coffee.

ENJOY AND REVIEW IF YOU FEEL LIKE IT.

Also, if you notice a typo or a weird grammar mistake that makes you wonder if a 10 y/o wrote this, be a darling and overlook it. I'll proofread this when I'm fully rested. Thank you.

Waking up with a hangover, Beca cursed under her breath. She felt the sunrays on her face so she moved on her other side and gave them her back. Feeling a warm breath against her face, she slowly opened her eyes then sat up when she saw who was lying next to her, Jesse.

She was naked under the bed sheet and was pretty sure, Jesse was as well. She got on her feet and started to look for her clothes while silently cursing at herself for not listening to Chloe.

"Fuck," she exclaimed when she stumped her toe on the edge of the bed, it hurt like a bitch and woke Jesse up.

"Hey," Jesse said in a raspy voice.

She ignored him and started looking for her dress.

"What's wrong?" Jesse cleared his throat.

"Are you seriously asking me that?" She turned to him as he sat up, confused.

"Do you wanna talk about what's bothering you?" he asked hesitantly,

"Yeah, sure. Let's talk about how I'm whoring around with a cheat!" she yelled at him.

"Oh c'mon," she exclaimed hearing a baby cry. "You have a kid, too?! Fucking perfect!"

Jesse got off the bed and reached for his boxers wearing them. "Don't leave," he said as he paced out of the room, "I have to check on her."

She scoffed as she wore her dress then slipped on her heels and started to make her way out of the room.

Her head hurt and she hated herself for sleeping with a married man. She was pissed at him for letting it happen—fucking cheat—and more at herself because if she would have just listened to Chloe she wouldn't have seen him in the first place.

She made her way down the stairs and was surprised by the smell of pancakes and coffee.

Is someone else at home? She wondered.

She carefully walked across the living room hoping whoever in the kitchen wouldn't see her.

"Good morning," a female voice greeted.

"Fuck," Beca mouthed before turning around. She forced a smile when she found a middle aged woman who was smiling at her.

"I made breakfast," She gestured with her hand for Beca to join her, "C'mon sweetheart, you look like you don't get enough food in you," she chuckled to herself.

"No, it's okay, I better get going, but thank you for offering," she politely declined although she was starved.

"Beca wait," She heard Jesse call from upstairs. She was reaching for the front door's knob she heard him pace down the stairs. "I didn't cheat on my wife with you because I'm not married to her anymore,"

"What?" She unlocked the door.

"Yeah, I'm divorced. Please don't leave… I'm not a cheat, Beca." he was rocking the crying baby in his arms.

The woman made her way to Jesse and took the baby from him. "I'll leave you two to talk." She then climbed the stairs.

Beca closed her eyes for a moment before she closed the door.

Jesse's pov—

I had just slipped away from a conversation that I was half listening to when I saw her, Beca, she was about to fall yet managed not. I started to make my way to her and as I got closer I noticed that she was drunk. It wasn't unexpected for someone attending their ex-boyfriend's wedding. I paced to her while looking around for the redhead that she came with.

"Where's your friend?" I asked.

"She left?" she shrugged and walked past me.

I worried she'd fall as she was walking fast for a drunk person but I refrained from touching her, not until we were out of sight at least. I didn't want to bring any attention to us, more than what we have already brought when I sat with her earlier.

Sandra told me that I should stay clear of her until the end of the reception because people really thought she was a cheat, I thought it was absurd, but I rolled with what she wanted. I guess it could blow scam. Sandra also mentioned that I was being very flirty with Beca, and that it got her parents talking. I couldn't help it, I really liked her. She liked me too but I could see how heartbroken she was whenever I glanced at from a distance. I noticed that me talking to her made her frown go away, it made me want to keep her company thought-out the evening, but Sandra had a point, if we want her family to think that we were still married I can't just flirt with other women.

"Why did you come here, Beca?" I asked when we reached the entrance. Being at the wedding made her hurt, anyone could see it. I couldn't understand why would anyone put themselves through the pain of watching someone they love marry someone else.

I still remembered her philosophy about marriage. Then, I thought she was just cynical, but now, I see what she meant. My marriage didn't work because both Sandra and I were young and stupid, and the love between us faded.

"I had to come, if I didn't then Crispin would think that I still want him, which is NOT TRUE—where the fuck is Chloe?"

I wanted to hug her and comfort her, but that would be weird as fuck, I barely knew the woman.

I followed her into an alley. Confident that no one could see us, I reached for her arm. She pushed me so I put my hands up, I didn't want her to think I was gonna hurt her. Eyeing her, I noticed how attractive she was, she was both hot and cute. How could anyone pull that off?

When she pressed her very soft lips against mine, it took me by surprise. I kissed her back because… well because I'm selfish and didn't want her to pull away.

She was a very good kisser.

Deep down, I knew she was doing it because of her heartache, trying to feel something other than pain. I found it fascinating that she sat though the wedding. I wouldn't have lasted a mere 5 minutes.

As I pinned her to the wall, she sighed against my lips and put more force into her kisses and I hope my lungs wouldn't give up on me because I didn't want it to end… but it did. And it left me speechless. I was lost at words, it has been a long time since a woman made forget how to talk. The whole time I was kissing her I forgot that she didn't know I wasn't actually married anymore. I tried to tell her but nothing come out of my mouth. Then I saw the dark look in her eyes, "Let's get out of here," she said and my eyes went wide.

She blinked then buried her face in her hands. "Fuck!" she groaned, "I'm sorry," she looked up, "You're married and I threw myself at you," she sniffed and I wanted reached over and wipe her tears.

"I don't know why I did that," she ran her fingers through her hair.

I did.

"People at the wedding are right. I am a fucking whore,"

"Hey," he worked the courage to cup her face, "Calm down," I gazed into her eyes, "You're not. And if anyone should be apologizing it's me, I should have told you earlier," I wanted to lean in and kiss her and the way she chew on her lower lip made want to even more. It was actually distracting. "I'm not married anymore," I was finally able to look away from her tempting lips.

She was very confused.

"I'm divorced, I'm here just to help my ex- out,"

She took my arms and removed my hands from her face. "What the fuck are you saying?" she wiped her cheeks.

I was about to keep explaining myself furthermore but my ringing phone stopped me. "Just a sec," I said to her as I pulled my phone. Sandra was calling. "Yeah?" I said picking up.

"Jesse you could've said you were leaving before you left," Sandra sounded annoyed.

"I haven't left... Well, I'm planning on leaving," The wedding was boring and the best part of the whole thing was in front of me, trying hard to stop herself from having a meltdown.

"Where are you?" She asked. I didn't answer right away, I kept looking at the woman in front of me and as I tried to think of how I was going to convince a very drunk person that I'm divorced and not lying.

"At the alley next to the venue," I informed her. I figured that if I had Sandra back me up, she would believe me. "Do you think you can come here for a sec?" I asked her.

"Yeah," she hung up on me, which was a habit of hers that bothered me to no end.

In a matter of minutes, Sandra showed up, Beca was no longer crying, she was leaning against the wall, with guilt showing on her face.

"Beca, you met Sandra," I gestured between them. "Sandra, please tell Beca who am I to you?" I kept my eyes on Beca who was looking between Sandra and I.

"You're my ex-husband," Sandra answered confused by my question. I felt her eyes on me so I turned to face her.

"Oh my god, Jesse, out of all women at the wedding," Sandra's eyes were on my lips. I subconsciously reached for my mouth and wiped it and saw the lipstick stain on my hand. I looked up at Sandra and shrugged.

"Are you coming back inside?" she jerked her head the venue's direction and I shook my head. She nodded then took off. "Just tell them that I had somewhere to be" I followed her with my eyes until she was out of sight before I looked back at Beca. She was looking at me.

"You still have lipstick stain," she nodded at me.

"Where?" I asked.

She reached over and wiped it with her thumb, "Shit, I just made it worse," she chuckled.

And, I was relived. "It's okay," I shrugged.

"No, wait, I think I can remove it," she said in a low voice as she leaned up and started to kiss me.

I was well aware that by letting her drunk self do this I was helping her distract herself from the pain. And it didn't bother me at all. She can use me any day.

"It was all an act, Sandra and I were pretending to be still married in front of her family, because she didn't want to ruin her cousin's impromptu wedding to your ex-boyfriend." Jesse ran his fingers through his hair.

"Is that baby yours?" she asked,

He nodded.

"Is she sick?"

"Just a fever, nothing serious, she's teething," he took a few steps toward her, "I should have said something about her and I'm sorry I didn't."

Beca kept eyeing him as he spoke, he looked sincere, and she wanted to believe him.

"Let's eat, I'm starving," he held her gaze, "I swear on my daughter's life I'm not lying to you, Beca, I know how you feel about cheaters and I would never cheat... I'm not in a relationship, I haven't been in more than a year now—you're the first woman I've been with after breaking up with Sandra. If you want I can show you the divorce paper later… Beca?"

"Okay, let's eat," she finally said.

"I see you don't recall yesterday?" he said walking to the coffee machine to pour them coffee.

"Just bits," she took a seat on a stool.

"What do you remember?" he asked as he placed the mug for her along with the already prepared pancakes.

"I remember kissing you in an alley, then coming here, and…" she cleared her throat.

"Well, for starters, you should know that when you kissed me you told me that we should get out of there then changed your mind remembering I was hitched and apologized. I explained the situation and Sandra came and backed me up, then we came over here and had great time." He sat next to her.

"How do I know you're not lying, about the divorce?" she asked. She was starting to remember Sandra coming to the alley but it was all a blur.

"You can ask my mother," he shrugged. "And/ or see the divorce papers."

"Wait, you live with your mom?" she asked.

"Not proud to be, but after the divorce Sandra got the house, so I temporarily moved here."

"And she gave up the custody of her baby?"

"No, but Sam is staying with me for the next 6 months because her mother will be shooting a movie in Europe,"

"Is your wife an actress? I mean ex-wife."

"She's a cinematographer, she's pretty good at her job," he threw a forkful of pancakes into his mouth.

"I bet she is," Beca nodded.

They fell into silence for the next few minutes.

"How old is your daughter?"

"7 months," he took a sip from his coffee. "Sandra and I decided to break up before we knew she was with child. We tried to make it work but just couldn't." he shrugged.

"I'm sorry," She rubbed his back to comfort him.

"It's alright," he sighed, "It just proves your point," he humorlessly chuckled.

"Huh?" She went back to her pancakes.

"When we met, 3 years ago, you told me how you thought whoever gets married under 30 is stupid, I don't remember your exact words, though,"

"Oh that," she chuckled, "I stand by it," she shrugged stuffing her mouth with pancakes. "these pancakes are really good," she reached for the coffee.

"I know right, I'm kinda being lazy about finding a new place because of my mother's pancakes, and her cooking in general, and having her care about me eating well, and tell me she love unconditionally,"

"This is getting depressing," Beca chew slowly as she eyed him.

"I'm sorry," he ran his fingers though his hair.

"It's okay," she rubbed his back again. "I love my mother's cooking too, and when I go visit I find myself wishing I still lived with her… being a grownup sucks," she removed her hand from his back.

"Yeah, tell me about it," he chuckled.

"But at least we don't get shooed away at bars and liquor stores!" she said with fake enthusiasm.

"I'm sure that's the only good side of being a grownup," he replied sarcastically.

"Yeah, the only downer is dying of liver cancer..." she drummed her fingers on the counter. "Okay," she said slowly, "I think I'm gonna get going. Thanks for this," she gestured at the pancakes, "I haven't had an orgasm in like a year so thank you for that—I shouldn't have said that…" she jumped off the stool while shaking her head.

"That's a long time!" he thought out loud. "Um, you don't have to thank me, I had a great time," he couldn't keep himself from grinning. "I'm gonna go put some clothes on then drive you home," he got up himself as he held his mug of coffee in his hand, he drown it.

"Thanks," she wrapped her arms around herself and avoided looking directly at him.

Jesse ran up the stairs, leaving Beca by herself. She started to make her way to the front door and stopped by the framed photos on the wall. She found herself smiling at the grin that Jesse seemed to have in every single photo he was in.

"Dork," she murmured as she eyed a photo of a teenage Jesse putting a girl in a headlock. She recognized the girl.

Beca tilted her head at the stairs' way when she heard footsteps. Jesse was climbing down the stairs, dressed in a grey sweatpants and T-shirt.

"You married your high school sweetheart?" she asked.

"Yes, I did," he nodded. "Save the puppy love speech."

"I wasn't gonna say anything" Beca shrugged.

"C'mon, your friend must be worried," he said as he played with his car keys.

"Oh my god, Chloe. I totally forgot about her," she ran a hand on her face. "She's probably freaking out right now,"

"Here, call her," he handed her his phone, and she dialed her cell number and after a couple of rings Chloe picked up.

"Hey, Chlo," Beca said first following Jesse with her eyes. He was looking around for his baseball hat.

"Oh my god, Beca. I was so close to going to cops. Are you okay?" Beca had to pull the phone away from her ear.

Jesse chuckled as he walked past her and unlocked the door.

"I'm fine. I'm sorry I scared you. We'll talk when I'm home." Beca followed him out.

"Where are you? You were so drunk yesterday and just disappeared you didn't even take your phone with you."

"I spent the night a friend's house," she forced her eyes shut and just shook her head, waiting for it—the gasp. And it happened.

"You had a drunken hook up?" Chloe asked knowingly. "Are you calling me from your hookup's phone?"

"yep," Beca answered curtly.

"do I know him?"

"Kinda," Beca shrugged.

"Hey listen, some Meredith chick just came, she said you were expecting her, I let her in. Is that okay?"

"Yeah, she's from Craig's list, potential roomie,"

"Craig's list?"

"I got despaired,"

"I'll interview her for you,"

"Thanks, I gotta go now, bye," Beca hung up and watched Jesse open the car door for her. "Wow, I get breakfast and a car door opened for me?" her tone was sarcastic but she was genuinely touched by it.

"I get it you're sarcastic. Now, get in the car," he nodded at the car,

"Don't boss me around because you're giving me a ride,"

He watched her getting before he ran to the other side and jumped in too.

"And, I gave you a ride home before, so we're even, you're not doing me a favor or anything,"

"Oh you gave me more than one ride," he said huskily as he started the car making her feel heat in her cheeks.

"Your mom heard us having sex!" she said in realization as she sunk into her seat.

"I made sure she wouldn't hear us," he glanced at her, "I played music to cover up for us,"

"ugh, I feel like I'm in high school," Beca grimaced.

"Well, I am living at my parents' house," he shrugged

"Hey, where's your dad?" she casually asked,

"He passed away from liver cancer,"

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," she sat up.

"I'm kidding, he's fine, I don't know where he is. He probably got up before we did and took his dog for a walk,"

"You fucking asshole, I felt terrible for bringing liver cancer earlier! Argh," she punched him in the shoulder.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't resist." He laughed rubbing his shoulder.

"Listen, we're cool right?" she asked after a few minutes of silence.

"Yeah," he shrugged,

"I'm not looking for anything right now," she slowly said then paused to phrase her thoughts, "I realized yesterday that I'm emotionally unavailable."

"I get it Beca, you don't have to explain," he glanced at her. "It was just sex. Great sex!" he looked back the road.

Jesse felt her uneasiness and knew emotionally unavailable was her way of telling him that she was still in love with her ex-, and he didn't want to make her uncomfortable.

She smiled at him and leaned against the seat then frowned when noticed the bite mark on his hand. "What happened to your hand?" she pointed at the bite.

"You bit me," he sighed.

"I did?" she sat up, "Holy shit, it looks bad," her eyes went wide.

"I was trying to put my hand over your mouth to keep you quiet… Guess you don't like it," he shrugged, "But I couldn't let you wake my mother up so I let you bite me," he glanced at her again.

"Dude there's blood, you could get an infection or something"

"it looks worse than it actually is, really," he smiled at her. "I just haven't gotten the time to clean it up," he shrugged

"I so sorry," she apologized. The bite was on his thumb joint and was swollen.

"It's okay, it just means that your orgasm was pretty intense which also means it's so worth it." He grinned, and when she looked away his grin widened.

"I can't believe you've been faking it for a year!" he exclaimed.

"Don't get too cocky pal," she deadpanned.

"How can you do it?" he asked curiously, "And why?"

"Well, it's pretty easy to fake it" she shrugged, "And I do it to not hurt Crispin's feelings," she eyed him, "Did it," she corrected herself.

"Can you show me?" He casually asked.

"Dude, no," she shook her head.

"C'mon, I wanna see if I can tell the difference," he tilted his head to look at her, when they stopped at a red light, and gave her puppy dog eyes.

"Okay," she chuckled. She exhaled loudly then closed her eyes. Soon enough her breathing changed, she started to pant while moaning softly at first then let her moans get louder and louder and occasionally gasped before she let out a really loud moan.

Opening her eyes, she tilted her head to look at him,

"Woah," he hollered as he tried to shake it off. He was slightly turned on. It was embarrassing.

Beca found herself laughing when the cars behind them started honking for him to drive.

"That was impressive!" he nodded finally stepping on the gas.

"Thanks," She leaned against the seat.

"Do all women master the art of faking it?" he asked

"No," she shook her head, "Some go too far, they start to sound like porn stars."

"Good to know." he nodded.