He poured himself another glass of Scotch and drank it as quickly as he could. The alcohol flowed through his body, affecting his judgement, clouding his mind and blocking out the pain. He felt dizzy and light-headed. He leant against the wall of the boat, glass in hand, watching the large television flash through a slideshow of pictures of himself and Emily. Anger filled him and he cringed as the events of the afternoon returned to him. All he could think of was witnessing his mother and his wife hooking up with each other. At the wedding, after Emily had been gone for such a long while, Daniel had begun to worry and hence started to search for his wife. Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. He had stared at Emily and Victoria in shock, unable to move or speak, horrified at the fact that both his mother and his own wife would betray him in such an unspeakable manner. He was fuming with rage. The only logical solution was to get as drunk as possible. That way, he wouldn't have to remember a thing.

Ignoring the many guests surrounding him, Daniel stumbled over to the bar and requested another beer.

"I think you've had enough for tonight, dude," replied the barman.

"I'll be the judge of that…" slurred Daniel. "Come on, it's my wedding night. Just one more and then I'm done."

Giving in, the barman handed him a bottle. As Daniel concentrated on trying to open it, he was unaware that Emily had silently crept past him and was making her way upstairs onto the deck of the boat.

Emily still wanted her plan to go ahead. As conflicted as she felt about Victoria's kiss that afternoon, she had managed to take control of the situation and had convinced Victoria to attend the reception. Emily had already spilt her drink on Victoria and collected her fingerprints, which was the first step of her plan, and Victoria had gone to the bathroom to clean herself up. Aiden would now be waiting, ready to chloroform Victoria by now. Reminding herself again of what she was really here for, Emily felt more determined than ever. She found the small glass tube and the gun she had hidden on the boat earlier. She placed the gun in a place that was of easy access to her and then scattered drops of her own blood on the deck.

Now all she needed to do was to fire a few shots into the air, jump overboard and swim to her and Aiden's meeting point. She looked at the gun. This was it – the moment of truth. Victoria Grayson was going down. Suddenly, and to Emily's dismay, a voice interrupted her.

"What are you doing up here?"

She could not have been more furious. Turning around, she could not believe who was standing in front of her.

"Victoria? How did you… what do you want?"

Victoria began playing her staring game, sending chills through Emily once again. The older woman had a way of drawing her in and had an almost hypnotic effect on her.

"What do I want?" repeated Victoria quietly, a smirk appearing. "I think you know the answer to that, Emily Grayson."

Grayson. I am now Emily Grayson. Emily's mind was racing and her heart was pounding in her chest. Everything felt so wrong. She was frustrated and confused – nothing was going to plan. How had Victoria escaped from Aiden? Where was Aiden? What on earth had happened that had sent her meticulously prepared master plan flying out the window? The only thing Emily could do to get things back on track was to somehow knock out Victoria herself. She had to find a heavy object. There was nothing besides her gun, which Victoria would surely notice if Emily reached for it.

However, it was too late. The older woman was already by her side. Emily could feel Victoria's eyes on her, prying over her body, craving her. Victoria placed her hand on Emily's.

"Victoria, please don't do this," Emily insisted. "I am married to your son." She ignored Victoria's stare and looked out at the ocean.

Victoria felt her heart sink. She was in love with Emily. She had a desire for the younger woman that drove her crazy, day and night. Never had she felt more attracted, both sexually and emotionally, to anyone else in her life. At this moment she didn't care for the consequences of her actions. Victoria wanted this woman and no one else. Perhaps the only option was to show a little more force.

Victoria smiled to herself. That might make things a little more exciting around here.

Gripping Emily's hand tightly, she pulled the young woman over to the wall of the deck. Victoria could certainly be strenuous when she wanted to be. She slammed Emily into the wall, pinning her arms above her head, making Emily gasp in surprise.

"I know you liked me all over you before. Don't try to hide it," whispered Victoria.

"Well, you're wrong about that," breathed Emily, trying to escape. "I hated it and I hate you."

Victoria stepped back and for a moment she felt a sudden pang of hurt. However, she could tell Emily was lying. She could see right through her. Victoria glared at Emily and watched the way the younger woman was breathing fast and heavily and how she opened her mouth slightly. She knew Emily was aroused. Victoria herself was more turned on than she had ever imagined. She was wet just watching Emily suffer.

"I'm sorry you hate me," taunted Victoria, grabbing Emily's arms and slowly running her hands down them, stopping at her hips. "Perhaps I can change that."

She placed her lips on Emily's, and the two women kissed, their tongues moving sensually, wanting more and more of each other with every second. Victoria aggressively pulled up the hem of Emily's dress. She looked down at the woman's black, laced underwear and smiled, then began to softly caress her slit. Emily was already soaking through her underwear. Moaning softly, Emily was unable to resist the intense pleasure she was feeling. Victoria's hand moved to inside of her underwear. As she noticed the effect she was having on Emily, Victoria almost collapsed with pleasure herself. She then slid two fingers inside of Emily, moving them in and out.

"Oh my God…" cried Emily as her hands tightly gripped the wall for support. Victoria continued moving her fingers in a faster motion and she knew that Emily would soon climax.

Soon enough, Victoria hit the spot. Emily's body tightened and the pace of her breathing increased. Overcome with pleasure, her body trembled and she exhaled loudly, losing all self-control in an exquisite orgasm.

Victoria watched with pleasant satisfaction. As Emily tried to calm herself, Victoria stroked the woman's face softly and kissed her neck, holding Emily close to her. The two women lost sight of their surroundings and immersed themselves in the warmth of one another amongst the chill of the night. Victoria observed that Emily was avoiding making eye contact, and that she clearly felt ashamed and embarrassed.

"You are so beautiful," said Victoria. "Please, look at me,"

Emily was silent for a few moments. "I have to leave,"

"Please don't,"

"I have to," replied Emily. "Just stop, Victoria." She pushed herself out of Victoria's embrace and quickly adjusted her clothes and hair. She was so ashamed of herself and felt sick with guilt. Emily had completely let her feelings, desires and emotions take control of everything and she had sabotaged her own plan unintentionally. How was she going to explain herself to Aiden, Jack and Nolan? What on earth was she going to do now?

Heading towards the door that led inside, Emily held her head low and felt that she would burst into tears. All of a sudden, she bumped into someone. Her heartbeat accelerated. Someone had been watching them.

Emily looked up in shock to see a drunken, glazed-eyed Daniel.

Bottle of beer in one hand, gun in the other. He pointed the gun at Emily's head.