Oh. Ball time. We had soooo much fun last time. Oh god I'm giddy just thinking about this chapter.

Hope you enjoy this as much.

Chapter Twenty Four; Blood and Broken Noses.

"Chloe. You ready yet?" Oliver stood at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her to either come down really happy, or terribly pissed off. He had, by chance, simply 'forgot' to tell her it was a masquerade ball and was preparing himself for her reaction.

"You know damn well I'm not." she huffed and paced affront the mirror. Anger it was. A curse drifted down from bedroom as she sucked it her breath again, trying to reach back for the laces. Another curse and she shoved open the door and was storming down the stairs to meet Oliver at the bottom, holding her dress together simply with her hands behind her back. She spun sharply, the material of the emerald dress flying out around her whacking against his legs as she showed her back to him and held up the dress by the front. "Fasten it up." she damn near growled.

Definitely anger.

Ollie grinned and set his hands at her shoulders rolling them down her bare skin. "Ollie. The dress." she hissed. He held up his hands in surrender though she could not see and then moved to the zipper, sliding it up neatly and then tackling the ribbons of the inbuilt corset as they wove over her back. Finally she released her hands and some anger, letting out a breath. "Thank you."

"You alright now?" he asked, unsure if the waters were about to devour him or caress him.

"I don't see why you get to wear a normal suit." She smoothed her hands over her own clothing self consciously, the glossy black bangles clattering against each other as her own music. A deep emerald green corset made her top half with a layered handkerchief style skirt attached. Both top and bottom were hemmed with a row of black diamonds. It was dark, seductive and magical. But in one word, it was expensive. Her main reason for hating Oliver so much. Sure the dress fit like a dream come true, but he didn't need to spend such amount of money on her. She was already living here for free.

Another reason for her anger was that she had no idea what she was doing. She assumed this was a charity event. She had learnt her lesson now never to assume when it came to Ollie. She still had no idea what the event was for.

"I'd hardly class this suit as 'normal' Chloe. I feel stupid." He was wearing black pinstriped trousers and blazer with his usual stark white shirt. He looked quite handsome…when you got past the pinstripes. In his jacket pocket he had a green and black square of material, matching the exact colours of her dress. Almost like a claim, to say who was with whom.

Add that to the reasons for not leaving the apartment and she was so very close to digging her heels into the carpet and refusing to budge. "And this is for you." From a table he picked up a mask with a large black feather and scattered elegantly with emerald green sequins and glitter. He smirked and pulled it over Chloe's curled hair to sit over her eyes. She scowled at him, the black lined eyes adding to the effect.

"I hope yours has a long elephant nose or twirled ears, otherwise I'm not leaving this room." He chuckled and picked up his own, settling it over eyes, past his spiked blonde hair. It didn't have any weird features. Just plain shiny black, except Ollie's covered his face more than hers did. It made him look like he had a pointy witch's nose though so she was happy.

"How do I look?" he asked, twirling for her with a humorous bow to finish. Chloe rolled her eyes.

"Alright." she allowed.

Ollie tilted his head to the left and pulled her into a dance lock with him, twirling her around the apartment, dodging the furniture. She was relatively amazed he could be so graceful and elegant. It didn't take long for her bad mood to fly of her body mid-spin and she was laughing and grinning. He dipped her to the floor in finish, then pulled her up sharp to his body again. His lips a whisper from hers.

"Just alright?" he probed. She laughed.

"You look very handsome." Ollie grinned.

"And you look positively alluring. There will be many tempted by your charm tonight."

"And will you be one of them?"

"I'll be the only one. That I will make sure of." She grinned and his lips descended, sweeping her off her feet again to twirl her around.

"What exactly is the occasion for these costumes?" she asked as he set her back down.

"Hmm. I suppose I should tell you. It's an anniversary celebration. 25 years. She's an old friend and I figured you wouldn't want to stay in being miserable all night."

"Okay." She nodded, remembering not to be jealous that Ollie had a female friend. Old or not. "Gift?" she asked suddenly as Ollie steered her to the lift.

"Nope." He set his hand to her back, smoothing the black stain wrap over her shoulders and pressed the button to close the doors and start the elevator.

"Ollie, you can't turn up empty handed. It's her 25th anniversary."

"Chloe. Relax. You know us billionaire types; we already have everything we could ever desire. We don't need more junk."

"But shouldn't you at least get some champagne or something."

"I could, but she wouldn't let me in. Then I'd be denying you a fabulous evening."

"I don't understand." she admitted as he opened the lift again and guided her to the limo.

"I've known Clarisse a good long number of years and I've never understood her either. I just go along with her and hope for the best." he admitted and slid in beside her.

45 minutes later and Ollie leaned across pointing through the window at the tiny blur of light in the dark ever stretching fields.

"That's where we're going." he stated.

"It's in the middle of no-where" She could have sworn she actually saw sheep and cows in the fields they passed.

"Not all billionaires like city life. Some crazy ones actually like privacy." He laughed.

"So what's the deal with this masquerade thing then? Why not just a usual party?"

"Clarisse doesn't do normal. At least not since I've known her."

As they drew closer the blur of light became less of a shapeless object and became more castle like.

"When you say she doesn't like city life, does that mean she bought a castle? Because I swear I can see turrets." Ollie laughed.

"Clarisse doesn't do normal" he repeated and grinned at her. "You'll be fine Chloe. I promise." He hugged her closer and tugged the mask from resting atop her head to cover her eyes. She turned back and did the same to his.

The driver pulled at the front of the steps and Ollie slipped out, holding his hand out for Chloe. Others were all pulling up from different spaces and flooding into the main doors up the steps.

There were fairy wings, clown costumes, barely there dresses, full Victorian floor length puffy dresses and man dressed as circus entertainers. Chloe suddenly felt very lost. Ollie squeezed once on her hand and smiled at her. She smiled back, but her eyes were drinking in the man wearing metal antelope horns. He veered off to the left while Ollie dragged her right.

"Why are they going over there?" she asked in a whisper. Ollie curled his arm around her and produced his invite to the man in the suit. He nodded and they went forward.

"They all brought presents." he answered. Chloe looked up at him. He didn't say anything.

Suddenly she felt a rush of wind and a woman dressed in gold was throwing herself at Ollie. Chloe sidestepped out from Ollie's hold as he was assaulted.

"I can't believe you came. You said you were too busy." The female accused. Then she stepped back from Ollie's grasp and slapped him around the cheek.

"Ow. Okay. Umm. Ow."

"You lied! And you didn't tell me you were bringing a date!" Chloe felt very much out of place, playing her fingers along the seams of the satin. "I can't believe I didn't know you were dating anyone. Oh my god. I hate you Oliver Queen." But contrary to her words she threw herself back around him, hugging him.

"It's nice to see you too Clarisse." He patted her twice on the shoulder and she withdrew again. She huffed and shifted her weight from her right to left, then back again.

"You're taller." she accused in a snap.

"Apologies." He laughed.

"A little more muscular as well." she noted, her head tilted sideways. Gently she prodded his bicep. Chloe stood stunned.

"Again. I apologise." He grinned.

"You're eating well aren't you?"

"Of course." he answered. She scanned him up and down then nodded in silent affirmation.

"Now stop being rude and introduce me to this amazing beauty." She turned to Chloe with a huge smile.

"This is my…" Oliver stopped, dropping the claiming words and amended. "Chloe. Chloe Sullivan."

"Well hello his Chloe, Chloe Sullivan. How are you?" She beamed again.

"Umm. I'm good thanks. Congratulations on your anniversary."

"I know. Right? Aren't I just so lucky. Com'on. Come inside." She looped one arm around Oliver, the other around Chloe and led them inside past the long line of guests queuing with gifts. Clarisse noted Chloe's scanning of them. "Next time, they won't bring me anything." she whispered. "A few hours in the cold will get that into their thick skulls." Chloe just nodded.

When Ollie had said it was her 25th wedding anniversary Chloe assumed she wouldn't be this young, but not a single wrinkle dared touch her face. She looked fresh, awake and full of life. Chloe wouldn't guess she was more than 36 years old. Cleary her guessing and assuming was failing recently. "I'm 41 darling." Clarisse suddenly spoke, and she wondered if she had been thinking aloud. "Your expression said it all. I got married at 16. My parents were determined I would marry my childhood sweetheart. Emphasis on childhood. So pop, sizzle and a few bangs later I was a 16 year old bride married to my 18 year old play pal."

"It was an arranged marriage?" Chloe couldn't stop from speaking.

"Don't look so appalled. He's alright when you get past the fact he's alive and constantly in the same house as me."

"You and Paul arguing again?" Oliver asked, nudging into the conversation.

"You'd know that we were if you called in every once in a while." she hissed then turned back to Chloe. "Not an email. Not a phone call. Not even a visit in the last 3 years. 3 whole years without this man, who was meant to be my best friend. Can you believe it?" Chloe shook her head. "Oliver darling. Paul wanted to speak to you if you ever decided to arrive. Some business thing. Make it short though."

"What's he dressed as this time?"

"Phantom of the fucking opera." she hissed. "You don't mind if I borrow your date do you? I promise to bring her back. I only intend to show her your album of embarrassing baby photos and teach her how to murder you without leaving a trace."

Oliver met Chloe's eyes asking if she would be alright.

"I'll be fine. Go be business man." He shrugged and wandered off toward the Phantom in the far right hand corner. As he disappeared from sight Clarisse smiled at her conspiringly and led her into a sitting area with drapes and candles around classy furniture. Everything was so posh, like a real castle would be. To say she felt out of place was an understatement.

"So. Chloe." They sat on the high backed sofa, dresses smoothed under them. "How long have you been with Oliver?" The question threw her out a little, but she managed a composed answer… after a few stutters.

"I-I-I… I'm not with Oliver. He's just helping me out with apartment issues for a while." Clarisse didn't look like she bought it.

"See, that's interesting. Because Oliver has never brought a woman to any of my functions before. Never. You're the first. You must be something special to him."

"Just good friends." Chloe smiled, hoping she would drop the topic.

"Hmmm. Is that so? Well. I hope you stay better friends than we did. Seriously, that man is slippery to get a hold on." Chloe understood. It had taken her a while to grasp Oliver Queen billionaire, even longer to understand Green Arrow vigilante. But throwing them both together was a direct route to confusion. At least Chloe knew the inside workings. Then again… maybe Clarisse knew, they were best friends. Chloe corrected that flash of thought, 'were best friends' maybe the secret had been the one to drive the rift between them. "So tell me where you got this amazing dress from. I'm loving the colours on you." Chloe blushed a little in flattery.

"Umm. Oliver ordered it from som-"

"Ah. Say no more. I should have guessed by the green. Always has been his favourite colour, ever since he got his first teddy bear. Yep, it was green, he was so sweet back then. But, that aside, the dress looks fantastic on you. Positively stunning. I officially feel envious." Chloe nudged her hair from her eyes and engaged in the age old female ritual of mutual complimenting.

"You look amazing yourself. And this house-" she mentally corrected with 'castle' "-Looks astounding." Not to mention priceless and every surface covered in something that could pay her rent for months on end.

"Yes, well. Paul's not picky on the décor and let's me lose with whatever I please. He drew the line at buying a pet tiger though." Her laughter bubbled into the room, Chloe's joining. "Do you think the hair's a bit too much?" she buffed her hand against the spiralling curls. "I don't know whether to go up or down. Up suits the old style of the dress I'll be wearing a lot more, but down is so much more comfy."

"You're not wearing this?" Her current outfit could not say old in any way. Maybe vintage, but even that was a push.

"Oh no. The other one had a little stitching issue and…" she glanced to the clock on the stand. "It should be finished by now." she commented, pausing to chew her lip a little. "So, hair up or down? Your opinion please." Chloe smiled.

"Down. I'd guess you'd be wearing heels and you'll need all the comfort you can get." Clarisse blinked like she had suddenly been told she had a present of a real life star enclosed in a box.

"You are positively genius. I don't know where I'd be without you." Her hands clapped together then Chloe felt herself ensnared in a hug. Usually she had issues with personal space, but this woman just blasted straight through them and she felt herself relax in her company. "So… speaking of lost people. How exactly did you charm Oliver? Was it love at first sight? Oh, tell me how you met! Were there fireworks? First kiss? I bet it was romantic. You look like the romantic kind. Details girl, I want to know how you stole the man's heart." The questions took a similar turn in a constant stream. Chloe had no idea what to say, never mind a chance to catch her breath before more questions were fired at her. Luckily, fate was smiling down on her in that very second.

"Chloe?" Tess appeared around the drapes. Chloe smiled at a familiar face and reprieve from interrogation about Oliver.

"You know each other? How lovely." Clarisse sighed. "I suppose I should go change into my dress now." Clarisse stood and proceeded with the causal congratulations, hugs and compliments with Tess before turning back to Chloe. "It was nice meeting you Chloe. I will make a point of finding you again later. Enjoy yourself. Both of you." Clarisse swept out the archway and down the halls. Tess joined her on the seat.

"You look nice Chloe." Tess was dressed in different brown shades accentuating her hair colour. The mask sitting atop her head, not bothering to pull it down and remain hidden.

"Thank you. As do you. Oliver didn't say you'd be here." Tess rose her eyebrows dismissingly.

"Oliver is un-aware of a lot of things. And as a point, you should be careful not to over-hear too many things tonight. There are a lot of woman here who would tear you apart simply for being on his arm." Tess warned and leant back. But before she could settle she was standing back up. "Oliver." She nodded at Oliver

"Mercy." he greeted and she strutted past, following the track Clarisse had taken. Chloe suppressed a giggle.

"Have you finished with business for the night?" she asked, standing to meet him again.

"I believe so." He took her hand again, leading her to the dance floor and they began to spin again. She didn't know where he learned to dance, but he was good. "What did Clarisse want you for?" he asked as a higher tempo song burst to life and he spun her out then back to his chest.

"Nothing much. Just how I knew you." Maybe a little bit had been about that.

"Hmmm. That all?"

"You scared she told me something embarrassing?" she teased.

"Of course not." he spoke confidently. "Besides, she's sworn to secrecy." He grinned.

Clarisse came back out dressed in some extravagant costume from headdress to jewelled toe nails. Hair was down and each blonde curl had either a gem or flower accessorising it. Despite the millions of staring eyes she still managed to radiate confidence and strength.

Drinks were passed around. Toasts were spoken. More drinks. More dancing.

Chloe was back in Oliver's arms when Clarisse came over again.

"Miss Sullivan, do you mind if I steal you date for a while? He owes me a few dances since he won't be seeing me for another 3 years."

"Of course not. I need to freshen up anyway."

"There's a powder room and bathroom up the stairs and on the left. You can't miss it." Chloe thanked her and turned into the crowd of dancers to make her way through. She got swept around a few times and ended up circling back into ear shot of Clarisse for a few seconds.

"So. How long have you been in love with Chloe?"

"Clarisse. Not now." Oliver groaned.

"Oh com'on Ollie, we never talk girl anymore. It's obvious you're smitten with her."

"I-" Chloe didn't want to hear his answer and slipped between two couples to make her escape up the nearest stairs. She didn't know where it had taken her but after a few corridors she found some girls gathered outside one of the rooms. She spotted the bathroom and ducked in while they gossiped. But when she emerged, she found herself regretting that as well.

"Did you see the girl on Oliver's arm?" One started.

"She clearly does not belong here." Another agreed with the first's disdainful tone.

"The one in the green? I thought she was with the caterer's till he put his arm around her. What a piece of trash." A third agreed.

"She does not belong here. Not on Oliver's arm."

"Maybe she's hired." was suggested.

"Oh please. Oliver can do better than that thing."

"Maybe she's a high class fuck. Did you see the dress?"

"I highly doubt she bought it herself. Probably made him buy it her."

"Maybe he's dating her." Someone suggested comically and they started laughing wildly at the suggestion. Chloe was thankful for the wall separating her from view. She froze, hugging the wall trying to block out the gossip. There was no way she could leave without being seen by the vultures.

"What is it that whores earn these days anyway?" The laughs started again, tearing her apart with each shrill.

"She is so clueless. Looks like she's never seen money before in her life."

"John said she's a freelance reporter." Another offered.

"Meaning she got fired and is now latching to any gullible fuck with money that will pay her for a quick roll in the sheets." Cackles agreed, the witches stirring the cauldron of hate with Chloe's name slandered inside. She covered her ears with her hands, but that hadn't worked since she was a child.

"We should help Oliver. Send her home early."

"Wouldn't be too hard. Just tell her the other hookers are delivering yet another baby for her street friend and she'll be off faster than you can say condom."

"At least she knows what one is." Another voice joined, this one heavy with anger and not anything like the others. It was defensive and aggressive at the same time. Chloe knew only one person who could fit that amount of distain in a female voice. She peeked around the corner to see a copper trim of dress and red curls. Tess. "What? You run out of gossip? Or should I invite you to a better subject?"

"Tess. I have to say, I'm surprised you're here. I thought your orphanage wanted you back now you can buy their bedding."

"They most probably do." Tess agreed. "Yet here I am, wasting my merry time with you. Go away. Now." Her tone was harsh and strong.

"We have every right to be here."

"True. But if you stay any longer you'll loose your precious fingernails from your overly priced manicured hands." Huffs sounded, heels clicked and voices muttered under their breath. Laughter followed, quieter than before and finally there was silence.

Tess rounded to meet Chloe. "I warned you." she breathed. "There are the scum of the earth here and they thrive on knocking people down. I'd be careful what you drink tonight as well. They're not above spiking and humiliating."

"Thanks." Chloe breathed, wiping at her cheeks. "How did you know I was here?"

"Oliver was doing a fidgety dance. I figured he'd only let you out of his sights for bathroom breaks." Tess looked over Chloe and shook her head pitifully. "Com'on. If you go back out like that they'll tear you apart limb by limb." Tess pushed open the door to the powder room and pushed Chloe inside. Chloe washed her face and re-organised her face to show a smile.

Tess handed her some make-up since Oliver had insisted she wouldn't need any purse or goodies. "You know the worse part about those vultures?" Chloe shook her head. "Knowing that I can have them all unconscious in less than a minute."

"Don't suppose you wanna share those fighting techniques with me do you? I have nothing to loose with them status wise, and I sure have enough anger to knock their heads clean off." Chloe hissed, passing Tess back her make-up with her gratitude.

"You're welcome. But Oliver has made sure I understand I should not be teaching you anything at all." Chloe rose an eyebrow. "Long story. But you need to clear it with the great and powerful man whore first." Chloe rolled her eyes.

Tess was silent for a few minutes while Chloe tried to make it seem less like she'd been upset and more like she was tired. "He does like you." she spoke suddenly, her voice quiet. "A lot more than what I ever had with him. Don't let his past cloud your judgement." Tess patted Chloe's arm and hovered by the door on her way out. "If you want my advice. Go home, screw and sleep. You'll feel better." Tess slipped out the door, finally letting go of that last piece of Oliver her heart still carried. He had moved on and was head over heels in love with someone else, why should she not?

Chloe stepped out from the powder room looking fresh and revived somehow. But before she could make it back to the floor, three witches turned from their cauldron of gossip and turned back around to her.

"Hey, are you Chloe? Oliver's date?" Chloe recognised the voice and her smile faltered.

"No. You've got the wrong person." she lied.

"No. I don't think we have. Wait. Stay. We won't hurt you." she laughed. Chloe turned back and stood opposing the three women. "I heard you were a freelance journalist. Is that true?" Chloe nodded. "Really? What do you do exactly? Just write whenever you need money?"

"Something like that." Chloe spoke, trying to wrap up the conversation and leave.

"So why do you need Oliver's money then?" Before Chloe could get a word in another vulture spoke.

"You need to crawl back to whatever hole you crawled out of and stay there. We don't like the likes of you sitting in the same seats as us."

"It's quite frankly disgusting." The blonde seemed to be the leader of the trollops and took a step forward toward her.

"Little leeches you are."

"Drain people dry and then go find another."

"Gold digging whore." The blonde was a foot from her and Chloe just snapped. She drew back her hand then snapped it forward, the heel connecting with the blondes nose. A satisfying crack vibrated up her arm from her palm and she knew she had broken the bone.

Chloe slapped a hand over her mouth, she couldn't believe she just broke a woman's nose. In a split moment of guilt she reached out to stable her victim, hand to her face. As they connected she stepped back and crashed to the floor. Blood continued to pour down as she squealed.

"Oh god. You whore. Look what you did!"

Shit!

Chloe felt herself sinking into quicksand full of trouble. Before she could get sucked down she sprinted off down the right corridor and took the first steps she saw. She dashed across the ballroom floor looking for Ollie. What she was going to tell him she had no idea, but they needed to leave. Ollie caught her as she whirled past.

"Whoa, where you going there Chloe?" She flashed her eyes up, feeling very guilty.

"Ollie, we need to leave."

"Chloe?" He turned serious and took her hand to turn and face her. She took it back feeling a wet warmth there. Blood? "Chloe what's wrong? What happened?" He took her hand again, turning it over to find blood on the heel of her palm. She snatched it back and rubbed violently against the black of her dress. "Chloe?"

"We need to leave" she repeated and scurried through the people to the exit. Oliver followed.

"Chloe. Tell me what's wrong." he pleaded again as they reached fresh air. She scanned around then turned back.

"I broke someone's nose. Okay? I broke someone's nose and now we need to leave."

"Who?" Was his first question and she had no doubt more would follow.

"You bitch. You broke Violet's nose." A female screeched from the doorway. Head's turned.

"I'm guessing she was called Violet." Chloe muttered and stepped forward to face the brunette.

"She's going to sue the ass off you. Her plastic surgeon won't be happy. Do you know how much a nose job costs? More than you'll ever make in your entire life bitch." Ollie stepped forward, putting Chloe behind him as the brunette stalked forward followed by her posse.

"Back off." Ollie warned. "What the hell happened here?"

"Your whore of a girlfriend broke Violet's nose! You should keep your fuck on a tighter leash!" Ollie put Chloe further behind him, squaring up to the woman.

"I usually don't hit women but you're on your way there. Say another word and-"

"You'll do nothing Oliver." Clarisse's calm voice filled the outside and she floated down the stairs to stand next to the war, her husband by her side. "Anybody want to calmly explain why Violet thinks I should call emergency services?"

"This little bitch broke her nose."

Ollie stepped forward, rolling his sleeves. Clarisse smiled and outstretched an arm to block his way.

"Becky. Darling. I am most positive Violet deserved it."

"The hell she did. It was that fucking tart's fault. We did nothing. She just attacked us." Before Ollie could swing Becky was on the floor. Clarisse being the one to strike. Chloe blinked as she kept her hold on Ollie. Just in case. One lawsuit between them was enough.

"Now. Becky. I officially remove you from every event I hold, along with Ashley, Crystal and Violet, when she stops crying. I will inform everybody I know about this event and I am most sure they will also see that you never enter their homes again. I suggest you find another group of friends to follow or I'll let my friend Oliver here take out his anger on you. I assure you he hits a lot harder than I do. I am also led to believe there won't be any lawsuits against Miss Sullivan will there? If there was, I may just have to inform your parents. Lord forbid I should do that. They have such high hopes for you."

"No." Becky hissed. Blackmail seemed to be the currency to get what you wanted around the rich.

"Lovely." Clarisse smiled and took one of Oliver's arms, Chloe on the other. "I suggest you two go home now and try relax." The limo pulled up at that very moment. "And Miss Sullivan. It was a pleasure meeting you. I hope you come again and we have just as much fun." Clarisse smiled, pure honesty.

She actually enjoyed the punch out? Chloe tried to smile back but she was wrestling to get Oliver into the limo. "And…ummm, if you could have Oliver call me when he comes out of his red haze. That would be lovely. Thanks for coming darlings." She finger waved at the limo as Chloe shut the door and it drove off. Once out of the gates Chloe crashed, sinking into the seat, head in her hands. Her first words were that of amazement.

"Ollie. I broke someone's nose tonight."

"So I hear." he muttered. Chloe swore under her breath and dropped against Ollie. She'd been called nasty named before in her life. But no-one had taken such a hating to her so fast. She tugged off her mask and wiped at her eyes again.

Would this be all she was if she stayed with Oliver? The gold digging whore? "Hey. Com'on Chloe. No tears." Oliver soothed, drawing patterns on her shoulder as she curled into him, kicking the heels off her feet. "I'm proud if that makes any difference." She laughed once but it didn't have quite as much power as the tears did and she found herself with wet eyelashes and streams running down her cheeks. "You know your so much more than them Chloe. Whatever they said, none of it is true. You're an angel. You're my angel." He kissed the top of her head and wound his arms around her. "And you know if I had got the chance she'd have been beaten past recognition."

She laughed again, and took deep breathes, breathing his cologne and drabbing at her cheeks. Then she was laughing again, her fingers coming back covered in black. The mascara must have run all the way down her cheeks with the tears. She must look like a monster. She laughed again at herself and Ollie lifted her chin to meet her weepy eyes.

"I look hideous." she admitted, sighing.

"You look beautiful. Just a little smudgy." He winked and rolled his thumbs across her cheeks. "Much better. Now give me a smile." She smiled and leaned back into him.

As they got back into Metropolis Ollie asked the driver to pull over. Chloe stayed in the limo and 20 minutes later Ollie had shopping bags. He passed her one over. She opened it and grinned.

"Thank you." she replied, ever so sincerely. She fished out the muffins. He'd found some 24 hour place that made white chocolate chip muffins and… vanilla cupcakes. Oh heaven is a place on earth. She spied another bag. 'Chuck's 24 hour video store' She rose an eyebrow and leant over. "That better not be porn." she whispered. He chuckled.

"Maybe. If you're lucky." he replied cryptically and stuffed it in his jacket out of sight.

"You haven't really. Have you?" He tapped his nose twice. "Ollie!" she scolded.

"I'm sure you'll like it."

"Oliver!"

"It's a good one. Where this pizza boy invades on these sorority girls experimentation. It turns into the massive meshing of bodies." He watched her face blaze alight. "Chloe. It's not porn. I promise." He laughed and watched her face return back to a normal colour.

Maybe it was the liquor but she looked a little disappointed. "If you want... I can go back" he suggested. She flushed red and playfully whacked his arm. He chuckled and passed her the caffeine she was craving.

Oh naughty naughty Ollie entertaining the sorority girls in his head. But if it's not porn… what is in the bag? What did dear Chuck sell to our billionaire?

If you're clever you already know. If you're very very clever, you should find yourself laughing in anticipation.

Yey! I hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I loved writing it. It still makes me smile ;D