Once the last client had left the club, everyone got ready to clean up for the next day. Roxie went into the kitchen, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall, a devilish smile curving her lips. She grinned to herself as she watched the dark-haired young man sweating and washing what seemed like a million dishes in the industrial sink.

This was Milo, and as he washed yet another dish, he looked in her direction and winced.

"Enjoying my misery, Roxie?" He asked dryly

"Nothing is making me happier!" She nodded and grinned, grabbing a bag of chips off the counter, opening it and beginning to eat them. "You broke my niece's heart, therefore you should be stuck washing dishes in a nightclub for the rest of your time on earth, Milo Morningstar."

Milo just shook his head, wiped some sweat off his brow, and went back to his work.

"I would never," he got out with a sob.

"You would never what?" She demanded. "Stom on her poor heart before throwing what remained to a pack of werewolves?"

"Frankly, I'm not a big fan of werewolves," he shrugged. "They kind of smell. So, I don't think I would do that. I mean, I like Nico, but other than him…" He trailed off and shrugged apologetically.

Roxie growled, throwing a bag of half-eaten chips in a nearby trash can. "I'm half werewolf, punk, remember? Oh, and my mom was Lonely Heart, don't you forget that." She grinned evilly. "I've heard stories about what she did to men she didn't like…" She let out sigh. "Granted, none of that would kill you, but…at least it would be something…"

She put her hands on her hips and stepped forward to get in his face. "You do realize that the only reason I'm not killing you right now is because you're my boss's little brother and he wants me to keep an eye on you, right? Just keep that in your head that your older brother is the only reason you're still alive. Or at least not in horrible pain."

Wide-eyed, Milo stumbled away from the sink after pulling his hands out of the water, backing away until he felt himself hit the wall.

"I…I didn't mean what I said," he told her with a nervous laugh. "When I said I hated werewolves, I meant that I love them. I adore them. I'm friends with Nico. I even have dreams of sleeping with him sometimes! And did I mention that I love you too, Roxie? Dearly and with all my heart?" He looked at her with big, pleading eyes.

"Mmm-hmmm…" Roxie nodded, lowering head so that she could sniff the skin of his neck. He smelled afraid. It was glorious! "Oh, just go," she snapped and gave him a push. "I don't want to look at you anymore."

"Thank you…thank you…" He swallowed his pride. "Roxie."

"I'm your werewolf queen now!" She snapped, wanting to lord as much power as she could over him.

"Of course you are!" He nodded as color left his cheeks as he grabbed a tea towel and wiped off his hands. "You're the moon and the sun, and…my queen!"

"Mmm-hmmm…" She raised her chin and glared at him.

"But if I may…" He bit his lip.

"No, you may not!" She snapped, wildly shaking her head.

"Okay, then," he began hopping from foot to foot. "But I promise that it wasn't my intention to hurt Natalie. She's everything to me!"

"Repeat after me," Roxie told him firmly. "She is nothing to you. You will never try and speak to her or see her again." Her voice was raised, and her eyes were red.

"I would love nothing more than to do that, but I'm living with her," Milo reminded her.

Roxie sighed and rolled her eyes. "I have no idea why she agreed to keep you on as a roommate. I would have kicked you out on your ass on the spot."

"Maybe…maybe she still likes me a bit," Milo whispered cautiously, averting his eyes.

"No, she does not!" Roxie spat, making the walls tremble. "The only reason why she kept you as her roommate was pity after the whole mess with your father."

"Of course she doesn't," Milo shook his head. "I'm a punk, a jerk, a rat…" he nodded his head several times in fear.

"Exactly!" She nodded. "You're all those things for having sex with someone else besides her!"

"What?" Milo's eyes widened. "I didn't have sex with her! The chick and I were making out! I don't even remember her name!"

"Is that supposed to make it better?" Roxie leaned forward, glaring at him.

"No, no," Milo shook his head. "It doesn't. But she's better without me in her life. Natalie's too good for me. I'm trash! I don't deserve her!"

Roxie narrowed her eyes, but she was beginning to feel a little sympathy for the young man. Obviously his father had done a number on him.

"We can agree on that," she said, handing him an envelope from her apron pocket. "Here's your pay for the week."

"Oh, finally!" Milo's eyes lit up as he took it from her, tearing it open. Then his face fell. "Is this all I get?"

Roxie snorted. "Did you think you were gonna become a millionaire washing dishes at a bar for a week?"

"Well, no, but…how am I gonna pay my part of the rent?" He cried. "Your sister is asking for a lot of money!"

"That's not my problem!" Roxie shook her head and smirked, turning on her heel. "You could leave her apartment and let her be. That would save you money. There's a little storage room in the back that we could put a bed in if you can't find anywhere else to go."

"You would lobe that, wouldn't you?" Milo waved the check at her.

"You have no idea how much," she gave him a wink and then chuckled, her laugh echoing in the room as she disappeared.

"What can I get you?" Natalie asked the young man who came into the apartment behind her as she hung her coat up on a hook.

"Coke?" He asked. "You know, Coca-cola."

"How about Pepsi?" She winked. "That's the second best choice."

"Sounds good to me," he chuckled, following her to the living room. "Nice place you have here."

"Thank you, King," Natalie headed to the kitchen and then came back with his drink. "It's not much, but it's all I need. My mother is living down the hall in the penthouse with my uncle. This used to be the help's living space, and my uncle helped me get it."

"Your mother and your uncle?" The young man asked, dumbfounded.

"Yes, I know that it's unusual," Natalie admitted. "But they fell in love and just had a baby boy."

"Cool," King nodded. "As for this place, I think it's very comfortable." He took a seat on the couch. "Thank you for inviting me, by the way."

Natalie nodded and blushed a little. Damn, he was good looking! Curly dark-blond hair fell to his shoulders, reminiscent of someone in a 1980s rock band, his leather coat concealing a muscular body, a fitted pair of jeans that showed off his ass. He'd just arrived in town and had started in her algebra class a few days ago. "You're welcome. I mean, when Professor Smith asked me to be your tutor for a few weeks to get you up to speed with the rest of the class, I thought it was a good way to help and give back to the world." She smiled timidly.

"It was kind of you Natalie…Mikaelson, right?" He arched an eyebrow.

"Right," she nodded.

"I don't want to seem nosy, but…are you related to Klaus Mikaelson, by any chance?"

"Yeah," Natalie sipped her Pepsi. "He's my father."

"Wow, the Klaus Mikaelson! The famous hybrid king!" He shook his head, amazed. "You come from royalty! No wonder you're so pretty!"

"What?" She blushed bright red. "No, I'm just me. Nothing special." She coughed, uncomfortable. "As for my father being a king …that's your first name…so what's up with that?" She winked playfully.

"It sure is my name," the young man laughed. "I guess my parents had a weird sense of humor when they named me."

"I think it suits you though," Natalie reassured him. Then she grabbed her algebra book. "Are you ready to start.

"Sure," he grabbed his own book.

"Natalie!"

Both Natalie and King turned their heads toward the new voice.

"Are you having company?" King asked. "Is this a bad time? I can always come back later." He grinned. "I wouldn't want to interrupt you and your boyfriend. I'll just have a look at him and be on my way."

"He's not my boyfriend," Natalie shook her head vigorously and crossed her arms. "He's jut my roommate." She then glared as Milo entered the room.

"Here you, are sorry!" He greeted her shyly without giving King a glance. "Can we talk?"

"All you need to do is give me your part of the rent," Natalie snapped. "I have nothing to say to you."

"About that," Milo blushed and averted his eyes. "Even though I've been putting in extra hours, I got my paycheck and I won't be able to pay my part of the rent this month."

"That's not my problem," Natalie shook her head and shrugged. "If you can't pay, get your stuff and get out. Try mooching off someone else for a while. Your dad made sure Noah has a big spare mansion no one is using. Go ask him."

King stood up. "Since you have a free room, I could rent it from you if you need money. I promise you that my father is very wealthy, and I'd never shirk on the rent."

"Well, my dad is wealthy too," Milo spat, wanting to punch the guy in the face. "But I don't need to take his money. I make my own!" He turned to Natalie. "Where did you find this fucking jackass?"

"Hey!" Natalie stepped closer to Milo and poked him in the chest. "Watch your language and be polite! King is my guest."

"King?" Milo chuckled. "That's a stupid name!"

"King Stuart, actually," King informed him. "I'm new at school and Natalie was nice enough to agree to tutor me." He held ot his hand. "And what's your name?"

"It's none of your fucking business, that's who I am!" Milo snapped. "What's she tutoring you in? Sex 101? I don't like seeing another guy getting cozy with my girlfriend."

"Are you kidding me?" Natalie exploded, taking her head in both hands. "I'm not your girlfriend anymore. The day you made out with that girl on my couch, you became nothing to me but a guy to take pity on, someone who needs to pay me half the rent because that's what roommates do. And you're only my roommate."

"Natalie, we need to talk about what happened," he begged, repentant. "Alone."

"There's nothing to talk about, Milo Morningstar!" Natalie snapped. "Apologize to King right this minute! And after that, pack your things and get out if you can't pay the rent!"

"Morningstar?" King asked, making a face. "Related to Lucifer, I presume?"

"Still none of your fucking business!" Milo snapped.

"Would you chill, man?" King cried. "I'm nice, but I'm not nice enough to ignore a bunch of idiotic remarks."

"No kidding!" Milo's hand balled into fists."

"That's enough!" Natalie snapped. "Let me say it again: If you don't have the damn money, now get out until you have it, or never come through this doorway again!"

"Fine," Milo snapped, turning on his heel, opening the door and leaving, then slamming it closed.

"You have good taste in men," King remarked with a chuckle.

"Don't even start with me," Natalie returned and burst into laughter herself.

Leighton, who had been lounging in an armchair, looked up from the book he held, grinning widely as Azrael entered the room, barefoot and glaring at him. "Yes, apple of my eye?" He asked sweetly as his gaze slid over the table cloth she'd wrapped around herself. Today it had an apple pattern on it. How fitting. He grinned.

"Apple of your eye, screw you!" She snapped and stabbed a finger in his direction.

"Well, Az, frankly it's what I've been waiting for. I would love for you to screw me!" He winked. "It's taken ages, if you ask me."

She growled, eyes red. "If you weren't…" She looked at his legs.

"I wasn't what? Handicapped? Crippled? Useless?" He listed, tilting his head, a grin curving his lips.

Oh, he was so infuriating! She thought to herself as she kept her eyes on that maddening smile. It was safer than looking anywhere else: His abs, his muscular arms, or even below his waist…that was much too dangerous!

"I can't imagine what your parents, especially your mother, would think if they knew you were treating me this way," Azrael pointed out, crossing her arms over her chest

"Oh, believe me," he murmured, reaching out to brush some hair from her face. "It wouldn't surprise them. It's nothing they haven't experienced before. Everything I am comes from them and they can be quite…bestial in the bedroom. They look all polished and put together because it's what they want the Council to see. But they're animals underneath."

Azrael shut her eyes and took a deep breath, doing her best to hold on to her temper so she wouldn't strangle Leighton Fale.

"We've been stuck up here in this cabin for days now!" She pointed out, nearly yelling. "My feet are so cold I can barely feel them!"

"Oh, poor thing…" Leighton threw his book away. "What do you want me to do about it?"

"You know what you can do, you jerk!" She snapped and stomped her foot. "I hate you with a passion!"

"Come on, Azrael! We both know that what you're saying isn't true, sweetie pie," he teased. "Your body, heart, and soul are burning for me, but you're too stubborn to admit it and go to bed with me."

"If I were burning for you, would my feet be so cold?" She lashed out.

He shook his head and sighed loudly. "The way I see it, my honey bunny, you have two choices…"

"Yes I do have two choices," Azrael nodded. "Killing you right here, right now…or wait until nightfall after you've fallen asleep!" Then she lifted the tablecloth over her chest.

"I love you too, pumpkin pie," he winked. "But no, that's not it. I'm taking a hot shower very soon. You can join me if you want and then I will be able to get your blood going. Or if you don't want to come in the shower, we could share a bed tonight. What do you say?"

"I say fuck you!" She yelled, then turned on her heel and walked away.

"Finally!" He yelled. "So…shower or bed?"

Azrael shut off the kitchen light, then dragged her cold feet down the corridor to the bedroom. She passed the ajar bathroom door, pausing as she noticed that the light was on. She headed toward it, then halted abruptly.

She bit her bottom lip as she turned her head to glance back at the bathroom door, then went back to push the door open a little more. A thick cloud of steam was filling the small room. She silently took a step forward, staring at the shower, where she could clearly make out a man's silhouette in the foggy glass. His long legs, his firm butt…all of that…

She put a hand over her mouth to quiet her whimpering as Azrael realized she was watching Leighton slide his right hand down his stomach and slowly stroke his erect cock.

Dear Father, she thought. Wherever you are, please save me from myself!

She saw him close his eyes, stroking his length faster, a low growl escaping his throat. She slid a hand down her neck as her heartbeat picked up. She needed to get out of here…and fast!

She turned to do just that, but in her haste, she knocked his cane off the shelf where he'd placed it, and it fell to the floor with a loud clatter. There was no quietly sneaking off now!

Leighton opened his eyes and turned his head to glance at her. "Can I help you?" He asked. "Azrael…" his voice became a whisper then, his chest raising and falling as he breathed.

"I'm sorry," she apologized, backing away. "I didn't know…I'm sorry…I…I'll let you have your privacy now. Sorry to intrude." She stammered a little more, then leaned down and put the cane back on the shelf before turning and rushing out of the bathroom.

Leighton shook his head and smiled. His dear, sweet Azrael. When was she going to accept the fact that they were meant to do this? When? He leaned back against the shower tiles and let out a breath as the warm water flowed down his hair, face, and body, relaxing him.

But then he thought…what if he was wrong? Had he made a mistake thinking she wanted him as much as he wanted her?

He startled when he felt a presence near him. He opened his eyes, surprised when he turned his head and saw that she was back in the room thanks to her reflection in the foggy glass.

They stared at each other intensely, then Azrael unwrapped the tablecloth and let it fall to her feet.

He couldn't look away from her naked body, so he just enjoyed the view as she opened the door to join him in the shower.

"What took you so long, baby?" He whispered, his right arm sliding around her waist to bring her closer to his muscular body.

She put her hands on his chest, looking up intently into his burning gaze. "I…I know it took a long time, but…I'm here now."

Fuck! And now it was his turn to give this beautiful, passionate woman the most amazing night of her life. He only hoped he could rise to the challenge!

"Oh, shit, oh, shit! Fasten! Damn you, fasten right now! This is so frustrating!" Michelle lashed out as she tried to fasten her bra, having to twist herself into knots reaching behind her back to achieve it.

She'd gained so much weight due to the pregnancy that she couldn't even close her bra anymore. Her breasts were too big.

"Do you need help?" The voice stopped her, making her pause and turn to face the person who spoke.

"You scared the hell out of me!" She told him, trying to keep a hold on her bra so it wouldn't fall off.

Nico was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed over his bulging chest. His dark hair was wet and curly and scruff covered his face. Damn, that werewolf was pretty damn sexy! No wonder she'd let him fuck her enough to get her pregnant with his baby!

"Well, sorry," he shook his head. "I didn't mean to scare you." He looked her over, his gaze hot. "Do you need my help with that?"

"No," she said stiffly, shaking out her blonde hair. "I can manage on my own, thank you." She raised her chin stubbornly.

"Oh, sure," he said. "I can see that. If you want my opinion, I think that your pregnancy has made your boobs way too big for that bra. You should buy a new one." He shrugged, unapologetically, as if he were suddenly the world's foremost expert on boobs.

"Thank you for the suggestion, Victoria Secret," Michelle hissed with a wince.

"I'm not talking about a sexy bra," he shook his head. "I'm talking about the kind that makes it easy to nurse a baby." He then made his way inside the bedroom.

"When did I say I was gonna nurse the baby?" Michelle shrugged. "Isn't that my decision? Angelica didn't nurse Victoria and she seems all right."

"You're gonna nurse the baby because it's my baby too and I want what's best for him," Nico said firmly.

"You know, you're really being a jerk, making these decisions by yourself," Michelle replied. "I ought to slap you! I know perfectly well that you're the father of my baby, but it's me who's carrying him and I'll do as I please," she said just as firmly. "And who says we're having a boy? What do you know?"

"I know!" He just shook his head. "Are you done now? Do you want my help or do you just want to be stuck here all day?"

"Fine," Michelle rolled her eyes and let the bra go, showing him her back so he could fasten her bra for her.

He then pushed some of her blonde hair aside.

"Sorry about that," she apologized. "I forgot to put my hair up today."

"It's all right," he whispered, the tips of his fingers lightly brushing the skin of her back. "I love it when you keep your hair down. It's like a beautiful waterfall of gold."

"You do?" She heaved a big sigh.

"Yes." Then he got her bra closed, his lips brushing her earlobe as his hands cupped her breasts. "I love that your breasts are bigger and fuller. I love that watching you become a mother to my son."

"Nico…" Michelle whispered his name, feeling his lips slide down her neck. Then she closed her eyes, biting her lip as goosebumps broke out all over her body.

Meanwhile, Angelica was standing in the corridor, watching Nico and Michelle. At least until a hand suddenly went over her mouth to silence a scream, then grabbed her around the waist and dragged her away.

"What…what was that noise?" Michelle asked, turning and looking out the door. "Did you hear that too or have I lost my mind?"

"I did hear something, but it's probably just Angelica or your grandfather passing by. It's not like we're alone in this house."

Then he heard the doorbell ring before Michelle gently detached herself from him.

"Th-thank you…I mean for fastening my bra." She stammered nervously and rubbed her hands.

"You're welcome," Nico nodded, his warm brown eyes looking back at her. "I'm always here if you need me."

Then the doorbell rang and Nico heaved a deep sigh. "If you're good and don't need anything else, I guess I'll go answer the door." He turned on his heel without waiting for a reply and left the room.

"I'll go with you," she replied, quickly finishing dressing and following him out of the room.

Meanwhile, Angelica was moved from her post in the hall and pushed into a nearby bathroom, the door closing behind her.

"What are you doing?" whispered a voice in her ear.

She squirmed to free herself and turned, face to face with her lover.

"What did you have to go and do that for?" She hissed. "Are you out of your damn mind? You almost gave me a heart attack!" She poked Klaus in the chest.

"Am I out of my mind?" Klaus returned, smirking. "You were spying on my granddaughter and Nico. I don't think I'm the one who's crazy in the head here." He pointed to his temple.

"I was not spying, per se," Angie said, blushing profusely.

Klaus narrowed her eyes at her, crossing his arms and tilting his head. "Oh? Would you care to try again?"

"Okay," she sighed. "I guess I was spying a little bit, but those two are just so adorable!" She clasped her hands together and smiled.

"Young love," he chuckled. "Were they fighting again? What about this time?" He caressed her cheek, making her whole body break out in goosebumps.

Since the night at the Francois Hotel, they couldn't keep away from each other. Not necessarily to have sex, but just to enjoy one another's company.

"Well, your granddaughter's breasts have swollen, of course, because of the pregnancy," Angelica replied, not sparing him any details because he had asked, after all.

"Yours are still large and firm too," he commented with a smirk as he looked at her chest before plunging a finger between her breasts.

She blushed and shoved his hand away, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "That's beside the point."

"I have to disagree," he told her. "Nico must enjoy the view as much as I do with you, Angel." He gave her a wink. "I missed your body so much when you were carrying Victoria. Wee-wee did too. He was ready and willing all hours of the day."

"Well, you can take a picture to remember it by because it's gonna be my last pregnancy," she proclaimed, poking him in the chest.

"Yeah, right," Klaus shrugged and grinned. "Whatever you say."

"Anyway, to continue about Michelle," Angelica was eager to change the subject. "He was helping her fasten her bra that's become too small for her. I need to make a note to take her out and buy a nursing bra or two." She made a menta note and then shook her head. "That's all I heard before you pulled me away and I don't know what else happened."

"You are a bad, bad girl, Angelica Mikaelson. You're not supposed to spy on them." He beeped her nose and smiled, then gave her a spank.

"Don't you spank me unless you're prepared to deal with the consequences," Angelica warned, feeling herself becoming hot already. She took a few deep breaths. It wasn't the right time to rip off her clothes and demand orgasms. Spanking had that effect on her. "And what about you? Are you saying you never spy?"

"Well, it's different when I do it," Klaus tried to excuse himself. "I'm Michelle's grandfather. I need to keep an eye on things so her father doesn't go insane and murder him."

"And because they're cute," Angelica added with a chuckle.

"True," he grinned and rolled his eyes. "I don't intend to go crazy with it though, don't worry. Unlike some people's fathers, I have control of myself."

"Good," Angelica nodded. "I'm proud of you."

"But just one thing," Klaus requested. "Don't tell Adrian. He'll not just kill Nico if he finds out, I'm sure he'll try and kill me too."

"Well, that goes without saying," Angelica returned, stepping forward to give him a kiss. "I'm not an idiot."

He grinned as he cupped her ass again. "What was the kiss for?"

"Do I need a reason?" Angelica replied. "Can't I kiss you just for being you?" She gave him a shy smile.

Then they jumped at the sound of the doorbell.

"What's that?" Klaus wanted to know. "Are you expecting anyone, Angel?"

"No," she shrugged. "And I'm guessing you aren't."

"We should probably go answer the door," Klaus sighed. "And I was so looking forward to taking a shower together."

"Or a bath?" She suggested daringly and bit her bottom lip.

"I'll keep that in mind," Klaus grinned and gave her bottom a spank, causing her to cry out before he opened the bathroom door and made his way into the hallway.

But Nico had reached the door first, opening it and finding himself standing speechless in front of Milo.

"What are you doing here, man?" he asked, dumbstruck.

"I need your help!" Milo cried desperately. "I know I asked yesterday, but I need another favor!" He nudged Nico aside and made his way into the house.

After Nico got his bearings, he grabbed Milo by the arm. "Are you crazy? You do realize that you've come to Natalie's father's house? Do you have a death wish?"

Milo stared at his friend, staring at the hand that was gripping his arm. "Have you been training recently? You have a good, strong grip!" He looked him over. "The rest of you looks good too. Michelle is really lucky!"

Nico rolled his eyes and released his grip. "Fine. If you want to die, die!" He shoved Milo back toward the door until he was outside, then Nico shut the door.

"For the record," Milo protested, raising a finger in the air. "I didn't really cheat on Natalie with that chick. All we did was kiss her on the sofa!"

"You want to say that again to to her pregnant friend?" Michelle demanded dryly, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Michelle…" Milo paused for a moment before slipping back in the house. "You look…you look…"

"Pissed?" Michelle supplied. "Wanting to kill you for breaking my friend's heart?" She finished his sentence for him, chin raised.

"I was going to say 'lovely'," Milo corrected.

"Okay, okay, enough of this," Nico quickly changed the subject. "What do you want, Milo?"

"I need money," Milo replied immediately. "I need you to lend me some money. Please Nico? My paycheck isn't covering the rent Natalie wants for the apartment and if I can't pay…she's gonna throw me out!" He knew he sounded desperate but he didn't care. "She's with a new guy, a werewolf named King. Isn't that a stupid name?" He rolled his eyes. "If I don't get the money, I'm gonna lose Natalie and I…can't!"

"Well, you should have thought of that before you made out with another girl," Michelle remarked.

"Milo, you know I would love to help you, but I can barely pay for my own needs, much less have extra for you."

"What do you mean?" Milo cried, gesturing wildly around. "You're living in a fucking mansion, for Grandpa's sake!"

"It's not mine!" Nico reminded him. "It belongs to Klaus…and your sister! She's a gazillionaire and I'm sure she'd cover your rent if you asked her."

Milo was about to do just that but froze at the sound of a new voice.

"Well, well, well...what do we have here?" Klaus exclaimed, a wicked grin on his lips. "If it isn't your brother, Angel. The one who broke my daughter's heart!"

Milo startled, stepping back as his teeth chattered with fear. "Sir. I mean, Mr. Mikaelson."

"Hello, Milo," Angelica greeted her brother. She was glad to see him because she'd been worried about him ever since he and Natalie had had their fight. "Don't worry. Klaus and I have decided to keep our noses out of your and Natalie's business."

"We have?" Klaus asked.

"Yes," Angelica said through her teeth. "We have." She paused and cleared her throat before turning back to her brother. "Want a cup of coffee? I'm just about to make some."

"No, thanks, sister," Milo shook his head nervously, jumping from foot to foot and watching Klaus like he was an animal who might bite.

"What brings you here?" Angelica called as she made her way to the kitchen. "Did you come to finally meet Victoria?"

"And apologize to me for breaking Natalie's heart?" Klaus added.

"Yes, to both of those things," Milo nodded as the older man got in his face. "Mr. Mikaelson, Sir.

"Well, go on," Klaus pressed. "I'm listening."

"I'm…I'm truly sorry I've hurt Natalie. It was a big…it was a huge mistake on my part and I want to do what I can to make it better."

"Good, and how do you plan to do that?" Klaus asked, grabbing Milo's t-shirt.

"I'll…I'll be her servant for eternity," Milo replied. "I promise."

Klaus rolled his eyes. "My daughter needs a man, not a lackey!"

"Right," Milo nodded. "I'll become an alpha male for her.

"Hey, what did I miss?" Angelica asked, carrying coffee into the living room and sitting down on the sofa before taking a sip.

But before either Klaus or Milo could explain, they were interrupted.

"Hi, everyone!" Just then, a very tall, naked young blonde bared into the living room. "Mom, Daddy…is everything okay?"

They all stared at her in shock. Klaus quickly released Milo, turning to look at her, while Angelica spit coffee all over the sofa.

"Shit!" Milo cried out at last. "She's naked! Damn, what is it with all of you? First I walk in on you two naked, and now your daughter! How can I be so lucky?!"

"Victoria," Klaus whispered, appalled. "You should put something on. Maybe your mother can find you some clothes to wear. At least until we can get you a new wardrobe of your own."