Her Wicked Ways [3xR - Rated PG-13] 3/?

[Andrea]

Her Wicked Ways
By Andrea Sinisterra
Romance
Rated PG-13
Standard Disclaimers Apply

<b>Author?s Note:</b> Chapter three! The much awaited New Year?s bash! Expect some twists in this chappie, plus a few surprises here and there. Please, remember to review! (laughs)

<b>Special thanks:</b> To GG for proofreading this!


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<b>Part 3</b>

I got a call from Dorothy earlier; she said she had an appointment scheduled for Monday to meet Charles O?Hara, Mr. Winner?s new hotel manager. Apparently, the guy lived in Boston, but he would only stay two to three weeks after New Year before he, along with his family, moved to Port Elizabeth.

I was pleased to know Dorothy was taking her job seriously. I hadn?t planned on contacting O?Hara yet, but now that she had, I was glad I had something to look forward to after this hellish, nightmarish, terrifyingly torturous weekend.

I skipped lunch, not really in the mood to face my mother, Kara and especially, Trowa. So I wasn?t really surprised when I opened my bedroom door to knocking and found Pagan with a tray of food. My stomach groaned and Pagan shook his head, a soft smile on his lips. He placed the tray on the small dining set out on the balcony; the delicious scent was almost overpowering. He hadn?t even finished setting up the table when I was already reaching for a roll and smearing it with cream cheese.

?Ms. Relena, chew, please. Nobody?s going to eat your food.? He stood beside me, watching as I ate myself into a stupor. I wasn?t even going to fight; it was useless asking him to sit with me, he never did.

He left when there was another knock at the door, and he let in a housemaid carrying a Bergdorf Goodman garment bag and a small, black Jimmy Choo shoebox. I groaned; I knew what it was and from who.

?Ms. Relena, Mrs. Peacecraft sent you this; she said she wants you to wear it for dinner. She asked me to come later to help you get ready. Is there anything you need before I leave??

I had been shaking my head for a while now. I already knew what I was going to wear! My mother knows I hate dressing up, and knowing her, she would have gotten me the most expensive, sexy, revealing gown she could find. My mother was not standard. She was not like regular mothers who banned their daughters from dating men or from wearing revealing things?she said there was a limit between being sexy and being sluttish. Those were her words.

My mother always hated my suits; not that I didn?t wear skirts, but she didn?t like the fact that I always wore black, gray or navy blue. The few suits I had that were any color besides those, were her gifts; like the turquoise one, the mauve one, the light blue, the lavender, the peach one?

?No, thank you.?

?Alright. I?ll be back at six.?

I sighed as she closed the door. I wailed. ?Pagan??

Pagan looked pensive for a moment, his forehead crinkling before he smiled at me. ?Child, your mother does things because she believes it?s the best for you. Whether you think they?re wrong or not, she is still your mother.? I was about to protest when he shook his head at me. ?But, I don?t agree with what she is doing right now.?

?You heard what happened earlier at the pool, right??

He nodded soberly. ?Ms. Relena, you?re still young. Your mother had a very rough life, and I believe she is just trying to protect you. All I?m saying is? don?t judge her. Maybe her methods are not the best, but she?s still doing it because she believes it?s the best for you.?

He picked up the tray since I was done eating, and made his way to the door. ?And what am I supposed to do? Get married to someone I don?t even know? If I say no, it will hurt her. Pagan, what she?s trying to do is wrong, and since I?m not willing to go with it, she?ll only get hurt.?

He nodded. ?And you are right. Why don?t you compromise??

?How??

Pagan smiled as he opened the door. ?Meet her halfway.?

Hours later as I was getting ready, all I could think of was Pagan?s words. They kept rolling around in my head, endlessly? And after much considering, I knew it was what I needed to do. It was a great plan when you came down to it. If I agreed to date Trowa, it would placate my mother?s jittery, unwanted worrying, and she would let me be. Of course I would then say it didn?t work out between us, maybe add some ?how I?m hurt?, ?he didn?t love me?, or the usual ?I?m not ready for dating? and she would leave me alone. At least it would buy me some time. And she would desist from Trowa Barton.

That sounded as good a plan as any. At least it was something.

The dress my mother had bought was really not my taste, but it was certainly beautiful? and I was suddenly grateful since it would help me if I intended to follow my plans.

I stood in front of the full size mirror; it was almost time for the reception my mother usually has before dinner. I could hear the cars coming up the long driveway, delivering our guests to our front door. Our guests being people from the high society who either spent their holidays in Martha?s Vineyard or flew all the way from the mainland to our house. At the end of the night, a gorgeous show of fireworks would lit the sky and reflect on the ocean, welcoming the New Year.

I had dressed with the utmost care; Katherine, a housemaid, gushed over the beautiful ivory, Valentino gown my mother had gotten me. It was low cut at the front, with beautiful tonal harlequin beading interlocking in an elegant design. It was tight and sleeveless, but it flared elegantly at the bottom. It was really gorgeous? and expensive. I slipped on the silver sandals and reached for my white gold chandelier earrings and my tennis bracelet. I left my neckline bare, not wanting to overdo the dress? beadings.


My hands were sweating by the time I left my room, heading for the main foyer were I knew everyone would be. I greeted those I already knew, smiling and being respectful even if I didn?t linger too much. I wasn?t in the mood to socialize right now. It was, after all, my mother?s party.

I spotted Trowa standing by the large French doors that led to the library, wearing a bored look and with a glass of bourbon in his hands. He saw me as I approached him, and I couldn?t help the goose bumps that assaulted my skin at his look. His eyes traveled the entire length of my body; the predatory depth in them reminding me of the almost-kiss of earlier. He finished the last of his drink in one gulp, grinning when I stopped in front of him.

?We need to talk.?

One of his eyebrows rose high on his forehead at my tone. ?We?re not married yet and we?re already having problems? That?s a bad omen.?

I didn?t know if I wanted to laugh or hit him. Or kiss him. I bit my tongue to bring myself to focus. ?Shut up. I don?t plan on marrying you. How can you joke about something like this??

He snorted at my outburst, shaking his head at me. ?Relena, I?m not planning on marrying you, or anyone else, either. My mother?s done this before; I admit she?s been more eager with you than she was with other women, but I don?t think she?ll push this too far. Relax.?

I was about to reply, when he pushed a stray curl away from my face. His finger slid down my cheek to my neck, and I couldn?t help but shiver at the sensual caress. His eyes had grown darker and more dangerous and I was tempted to grab his collar and drag him inside the library.

?Although,? He continued, his voice having gone completely husky. ?I wouldn?t mind. At all.?

Wouldn?t mind, what? I couldn?t concentrate as his finger traveled down my shoulder, to my bare arm and when he reached my hand, he grabbed it and placed it on the crook of his arm, leading me to the banquet hall, as dinner was announced.

Dinner went without any hitches; the banquet hall was filled with 10 to 12 round tables to sit the 50 or so guests; 4 long banquet tables were placed against the walls, as waiters walked about, attentive. I wasn?t seated with my parents or the Bartons, to my utmost happiness, even if I had to seat at the table with Trowa. Our mothers? doing, I presume.

My skin still tingled with the memory of his touch, and I was grateful when my father announced the fireworks were scheduled to commence in an hour. Meaning drinks. Lots of alcoholic beverages. Music could be heard coming from outside, out the back French doors which led to the gardens and marina. It was a really beautiful night, slightly chilly, but not by much.

A large dance floor had been built in the middle of the garden, and people didn?t hesitate to make good use of it, dancing to the tune of the live orchestra my mother had hired. I grabbed the sleeve of a passing waiter, taking a champagne flute from the tray he was carrying and drinking it in one gulp. Trowa tried to stop me when I reached for another glass, but I shrugged him off, gulping the second one in record time.

?You?re going to get drunk and make a spectacle out of yourself in front of all these people.? He warned me. His tone was reproachful, but when I turned to look at his face, he was smirking, taking my empty glass from my fingers and leading me to the dance floor.

We danced for a few minutes; he was a really great dancer, I have to admit. I laughed a couple of times when I missed a few steps and jumbled up our sync, but he laughed with me and kept on dancing, twirling me out a couple of times. I was having a really great time, when I remembered I still had to talk to him. I couldn?t tell him over dinner since I didn?t want to risk any of the guests at our table overhearing us.

Now was a good time? if ever.

?We need to talk, Trowa.? I dragged him to a side of the dance floor that was partially clear of people. I quickly snatched another glass of champagne from a passing-by waiter. ?Look, I?ve been thinking all day about this?ordeal our mothers have gotten us into. I know that if I refuse, I will hurt my mother for reasons that right now, are unimportant.? He was about to protest when I started speaking again; I didn?t want him to interrupt for fear of losing my guts. ?Look; we?ll just pretend we?re going out; you know, to get them off our backs, and then we?ll just break it up. We?ll say it just didn?t work out between us. They won?t bother us again. Think about it. Maybe they?ll even feel sympathy for us and leave us alone for good.?

He was frowning at me; I could practically hear the wheels turning inside his head as he analyzed my proposal. I wasn?t entirely sure myself, but it was a good plan. It was sketchy, but still good.

He didn?t get to answer as there was a loud noise as my mother grabbed the microphone. She was standing in the large wooden gazebo, wearing a beautiful, long sleeved gold, chiffon dress. She smiled at me when she spotted me, and I felt something akin to fear clench my insides.

?Good evening, everyone. First of all, I would like to thank you all for coming, there?s nothing more heartwarming than spending a holiday such as New Year?s with people like you. As tradition dictates, the fireworks will begin exactly at midnight?that?s in?? She stopped to look at her watch, calculating the time. ?Seven minutes. But first, I have a huge announcement? very important news I?d like to share with all of you. My daughter, Relena Peacecraft??

I tried to breathe in deeply when everyone started looking around, smiling at me when they spotted me. The feeling in my gut incrementing tremendously. My grip on Trowa?s arm tightened.

??and Trowa Barton are engaged to be married!?

Her voice boomed over the speakers around us; the people started clapping loudly and whistling; Trowa?s voice calling my name? I felt faint. I?ve never before fainted, but I felt lightheaded and? weak.

I felt Trowa?s arm go around my waist, holding me tightly to his side. I heard him whisper something in my ear softly, but I couldn?t make out what he was telling me, until I felt his other hand go behind my neck to angle my head back.

?Apparently, your plan is on.? He whispered, and I couldn?t help but notice how his lips loomed even closer to mine. ?Now, close your eyes and relax; we?ll give them a show they won?t ever forget.?

I wasn?t able to put a single word in edgewise or think over what he said when his lips crashed down on mine, kissing me softly, but thoroughly. He kissed me expertly, prodding my lips apart to sweep his tongue into my mouth, stroking it against mine? It took me a few seconds to react, before I was kissing him back just as fiercely. I heard the people around us start cheering even louder than before, and that?s what made me react.

??Ten, nine??

His breath was heavy on my throat as I tried to gather my senses.

??Eight, seven??

?You?ll have to move in with me?? he whispered; his voice, papery.

??Six, five??

?You?ll have to buy me a ring??

??Four, three??

?You look stunning tonight, Relena??

??Two, one??

??I forgot to mention that earlier.? He managed to utter against my lips, before he kissed me again.

?Happy New Year!?


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The sharp ringing of my alarm clock woke me at exactly 4:50 a.m. on Monday. I had gotten back the night before after spending a somewhat uneventful Sunday. Our parents had apparently decided to leave Trowa and me alone, probably thinking we?d want to spend the rest of the weekend with each other.

Truth is Trowa spent the entire day trying to keep me from killing my mother. I was partially thankful the woman had decided to make herself scarce and not face me, because I knew that if I was to lay a single hand on her, it would be to strangle her. It was one thing agreeing to date someone, but to be engaged against your will? And have it announced in front of a multitude? It was madness.

I had the slight feeling that Trowa was enjoying this a little too much; I never heard him protest or seem the least affected by our current predicament. In fact, I caught him smiling several times whenever he thought I wasn?t watching.

I can?t look at his lips.

I shook my head. No, seriously, every time I look at his lips, I?m reminded of when he kissed me two nights ago. He had really kissed me; it wasn?t one of those innocent, hesitant kisses?no, no, no! He had kissed me like?I don?t even know how. Desperately? Wantonly.

Dear God?

I pulled on some black sweatpants and a sweater, along with my running shoes. I needed to do something to help me clear my mind. Thankfully, now that the holidays were over and that we were back from that awful, weekend from hell, I could finally focus on something productive. Like work. I had a bunch of things to do; the only downside was that I had to face Trowa again, but it wasn?t like we shared an office or had any common accounts, so that made me feel a little relieved.

The weather was breezy and cold as I left my apartment and headed to the park, but I ignored it as I pulled my sweater?s hood over my head.

I wanted to call Mrs. Monahan to settle another appointment; it had felt good being able to talk to someone without the pressure of criticism, even if it had been a little difficult to open up at first. I just hoped she could squeeze me in today, if anything, I needed some advice.

I was not planning on moving in with Trowa Barton, of that, I was more than positive. Nor was I expecting him to move in with me. I was not even planning to let this drag on for too long. One or two months would be more than enough. I had thought maybe three or four weeks, but now that our ?engagement? was more or less of a common knowledge we had to let it run a little longer. I didn?t want our names to be tarnished by false allegations or crude gossip. We had to make it as believable as we possibly could.

I was sweaty and breathless when I reached my apartment after running 11 miles. I loved the feeling when you come from a tough exercise, that feeling that makes you think you?ll be able to conquer the world with a snap of your fingers. It was invigorating, and I suddenly felt the urge to see my mother so I could tell her all that my heart desired.

I threw my dirty clothes in the whicker hamper and stepped inside the shower, the steam clogging the glass door and mirrors. My cell phone suddenly started ringing, but I ignored it; I wouldn?t get to it on time, anyway.

I shampooed and rinsed off my hair in record time, turning the faucets off as I checked my watch to see it was a quarter to seven. I reached for a towel and dried off, wrapping another one around my hair as I made my way to the kitchen to prepare some instant coffee. I didn?t have time to boil water, but when I passed the living room I was more than shocked to see Trowa Barton seating there as if he?d owned the place.

?You should learn to lock your door; you never know who might come in.?

I stood there, not really knowing what to do or say. He was wearing a dark gray suit with a plain gray satin tie over a white shirt, a newspaper under his arm. I backed a few steps when he stood up; how small my apartment looked with his large form overpowering the space.

His eyes moved over my bare shoulders, their color darkening as I saw his nostrils flare.

?What are you doing here?? I snapped at him, more upset at myself than at him. I continued my way to the kitchen, knowing he would eventually follow me.

?Here.? He dropped the paper on the counter, an expectant look in his eyes.

I withdrew two mugs from the shelf, pouring water as I timed the microwave to two minutes. ?I can buy my own, thanks.?

He grabbed my arm almost roughly and dragged me to the counter, making me sit on one of the high stools I had there. I tried wrapping the towel tighter to my body; afraid it would give out and embarrass me. I looked up to glare at him, about to insult him into kingdom come, when he pointed a stubborn finger at the newspaper. ?I suggest you stop behaving like a child and read the damn paper.? My skin throbbed painfully where his hand had grabbed me, but I refused to let him know that. Asshole. I perused lazily through the sections, not really knowing what I was looking for. I was surprised when he rudely reached for the paper and almost ripped it apart when he opened it to the social announcements section. ?Read.?

?Jason Frederick and his 24-year-long wife, Marietta Frederick, have officially announced their divorce. Rita Madison, Mrs. Frederick?s attorney, announced to the press early??

?Everyone knew that one was coming. Keep on reading.?

His little sarcastic tone was starting to grate on my nerves, and I was two seconds away from sending him to hell when I turned the page and the first article took my breath away. There, in the middle of the page, in full color was a picture of Trowa and me kissing at the New Year?s party. The headline read ?Finance Mogul Captures Company Femme-Fatale? and under it, it read ?Fairytale Down in Manhattan?.

?Femme-Fatale? Who writes this shit?? I quickly read the article; it was kind of vague, not giving a lot of detail, only stating that my mother had announced our engagement at our New Year?s annual party, that the date was still to be decided? it also explained a little on our backgrounds and where we worked, but besides that, it didn?t say much. The picture, on the other hand? Did we really kiss like that? ?I?m? I?m going to kill our mothers and don?t you dare defend them or stop me!?

I tore my eyes from the picture when the microwave beeped, and I walked over to retrieve our mugs, adding a tablespoon of coffee to each and handing Trowa his.

?I?m going to go get ready. You can stay if you want.? I didn?t wait for his reply as I stomped my way to my bedroom, slamming the door as hard as I could. The sound made me feel a little better, and I was very tempted to yank it open and slam it shut again. I quickly made my way to my dresser; taking out and putting on my underwear before I dragged myself to the bathroom to blow dry my hair.

Thirty minutes later, I was ready to go. I checked myself one last time on the mirror, adjusting the lapels of my suit and then putting on my small diamonds studs. I grabbed my purse on my way out, only to see Trowa pacing around the living room, a deep frown on his forehead as he talked quietly on his cell phone. I could make out a few words like ?problem?, ?dating?, ?done? and ?wife?? And ?Krista?.

Krista McKenzie, Trowa?s girlfriend.

I knew they had been dating, but since Trowa never mentioned her and seemed so willing to go along with this plan, I didn?t think they?d still be going out. Now, by the distressed look he had on his face and from the angry voice I could clearly hear coming from his phone, Krista McKenzie wasn?t too thrilled with the prospect of her boyfriend ?not just dating?but being engaged to someone else.

I wonder if it was Krista my mother had seen dining with Trowa the other day, or if it had been someone else? Krista was a very elegant woman, if a little snobby, so I didn?t think she was the skimpy girl Kara and my mother had mentioned. I wondered why Kara didn?t approve of Krista. She was a very successful woman in her own right, maybe the two women just didn?t get along? But knowing how people like Kara and mother thought, they probably wouldn?t approve of Krista because she didn?t come from a high-profile family. Snobs.

?Ready?? Trowa asked as he snapped his phone shut, and when I nodded, he walked to the door and reached for my black coat.

He helped me into it before he grabbed his and I locked the apartment on our way to the elevator. The ride was quiet and uncomfortable, and I was more than thankful when the elevator chimed, stopping on the ground floor. I stepped out quickly, intent on making my way outside the building, suddenly craving the brutal cold weather against my face, when I felt his hand on my shoulder to stop me.

?Hold on, not so fast.?

I made an annoyed, impatient noise; we were really going to be late. It was a quarter to 8, I saw on my watch. ?What now??

He grinned boyishly at me, the skin on his forehead and around his mouth crinkling in a very cute manner. He reached inside his coat?s pocket, and when he showed me what he held in his hand, I wasn?t sure if I wanted to slap him, laugh, or just run. Run as fast and as far as I could.

He opened the small, velvet jewelry box, revealing a beautiful solitaire diamond set in a white gold band; it was gorgeous as it sparkled in almost iridescent hues under the lobby?s soft lights. It was exquisite and I was enamored with it.

He pulled it out and reached for my hand; I was about to take it from him and do it myself when I noticed we had gathered an audience, so I let him do it. I could feel the heat rushing to my face at the attention, and had to remind myself repeatedly that this was just one big charade. I couldn?t help it as I stared at my hand; the ring sparkled brightly and I was startled when Trowa leaned forward and kissed my cheek, then moving a little to whisper in my ear.

?Don?t look so shocked; we were already engaged. People are staring.?

I nodded mutely and allowed him to take my hand and guide me outside, flagging a cab to take us to work.


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I was thankful when we passed front desk and Rob, the station guard, greeted us as if nothing was out of the ordinary. He probably was too busy to read the paper.

I had never wanted this to go public! This was supposed to be an arrangement to get our families off our backs, and meant to stay <i>in</i> our families. I never expected my mother to announce it and then to go to the press and have it printed, with pictures might I add, for the entire world to see. I wonder who took that picture? probably some guest, because I doubted any reporter would have been given access to the party. They were never allowed in.

I fiercely hoped this wouldn?t get in the way of my job; I wouldn?t allow it. It was one thing to compromise my personal life this way, but let it jeopardize my work? Never. I loved my job too much to let something as trivial and as foolish as a false engagement get in the way.

We reached Barton, Wales, Burnham & Peacecraft executive offices in record time, and when the elevator?s doors opened with a small chime, followed by the recorded voice welcoming us, I made a dash across the floor, wishing to avoid everyone and anyone. I had barely closed the door to my office when it opened again, Dorothy?s face peeking through.

?Morning.? She said casually, walking into the office and taking up a seat in front of me. She had a manila folder in her hands, several papers and clip notes visible around the edges. ?Remember we have a lunch meeting with O?Hara? Oh, and Mr. Winner called last night, said he was in town, so I presume he will be assisting as well.?

I fought the urge to sigh happily. Business, there?s nothing more relaxing and comforting than it. ?That?s great.? The unfamiliar scintillating of my ring distracted me for a second. Thankfully, Dorothy was too busy sorting through her folder to notice my faltering. ?Since it?s still too early to really have any paperwork to work on for Port Elizabeth, we?ll just discuss some grounding rules to Mr. O?Hara. We?ll have to schedule a trip to South Africa when he?s settled and the hotel?s administration has been set up? Until then, it?s just planning.?

I felt like I was tutoring Dorothy. She was really eager to learn more about handling accounts, and knowing that we had had our talk last week, made me feel more at ease with her. I didn?t let my guard down, either way, not sure if I could fully trust in her. Who knew, she could stab me in the back one of these days. It?s good to be on guard 200% of the time. It was foolproof.

The buzzer brought me out of my reverie; Meredith, my assistant, seemed rushed and the sound of rustling papers interrupted by her typing was clear through the line. ?Ms. Relena, good morning; Mr. Winner on line 2. And remember your 3 o?clock appointment with Dr. Monahan.? Good; I had a fairly easy day. Just one lunch meeting and Dr. Monahan and I would be free to wallow up in my misery. That would take me at least an hour.

?Good morning, Mr. Winner.? I said into the receiver once I?d pressed the flashing red button.

?Ah, Relena; first of all, Happy 2006.? He said lightly, his smooth voice, gentle and caressing. ?I wanted to apologize for intruding into your business meeting??

I chuckled graciously, wanting to dismiss his unnecessary, yet polite apology. ?Nonsense, Mr. Winner. I happen to think having you present will move things along in a much fluid manner. As a matter of fact, I was wondering if it would be possible for you to bring a copy of Mr. O?Hara?s contract. I would like to settle this as soon as possible.? I took a breath, and tried to beat off a yawn that tried to work its way through. ?As you may already have noticed, Ms. Catalonia is exceptionally eager to get her hands in this deal and work through it as soon and as accurately as humanly possible. I think you will be very pleased with her work, Mr. Winner.? I tried not to smile when Dorothy sat up straight at my words; a small, pleased smile gracing her lips.

His deep chuckle rumbled through the earpiece. ?Ah, Relena, you?re such a charming woman. I?m looking very forward to work with Ms. Dorothy; as a matter of fact, Charles has spoken wonders of her.? There was a brief pause before an electronic voice announced the arrival of a piece of mail. He was probably checking his e-mail on his laptop. ?And speaking of Charles, I can?t make you any promises, but I will try my best to get a copy of that contract faxed to me before our meeting.?

?There?s really no rush, Mr. Winner. We?ll contact your office and ask your assistant to send it to us later if it proves to be too much hassle.? There was a soft, brisk knock on my office door a moment before Meredith poked her head through. I raised a hand for her to wait; she stepped inside the office and closed the door behind her. ?Well, Mr. Winner; I?m pleased??

I guess he must have caught my departing tone for he laughed and then said, ?I?m sorry to have kept you so long. I?ll see you later. Until then.?

I stared at the receiver for a second or two, amused at his brisk, if slightly abrupt parting. I shook my head as I replaced the device and reached to rub the skin between my eyebrows. I could just feel the slight throbbing wanting to make itself known. ?Yes, Meredith??

Meredith took a couple of steps forward, her hands clasped primly at her front. ?Ms. Relena, there?s a woman outside? She doesn?t have an appointment, and I know you don?t like to receive unscheduled visitors, but she threatened to make a ?scene? if you didn?t see her now.?

Both my eyebrows rose at this, as did Dorothy?s. She started arranging the papers into her manila folder before she stood up. ?This is my cue.?

?Thank you, Dorothy.? I turned to Meredith, who was still standing in the same position of before. ?Who?s she??

?Krista McKenzie.?

Dorothy let out a noise that sounded awfully like an ?ooh? or ?ouch?, and I turned to glare at her. She turned around when she reached the door, a funny, teasing smile on her lips. ?Good luck.? She opened the door and was on her way out when she turned around again. ?Oh, and by the way, congrats on the you-know-what.?

?Shut up and get the hell out of my office. Now.?


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<i>To be continued...</i>

Another surprise! Here?s the image of the engagement ring with the wedding band. Now, I wonder if Relena will get to use it? I just fell in love with this combo and thought you might want to see it.

I hope you liked this chappie! The next part is already finished (and it's filled with lots of action and swearing) but it still needs to be proofread. Please review, I'd love to know what you have to say about what just happened.

[lilac310]

WOW .....THAT ring was really something!....I'm very impressed with how this story is going...Great job!!!...I can't wait to read more..seriously...hehe..BTW, I love the name you gave to the supposed "villain"....The name Krista McKenzie does sound a bit "biotchy"....no offense to those who have that name...

Anyways, post the next chapter PRONTO!!...lol...Cheers

[Sissi]

I loved this chapter!! Okay, so I loved the fact that Trowa and Relena shared their first kiss... and their second... lol. And what a kiss!!!!
Loved Relena?s ring. I must say that I almost fainted when I saw it. It?s beautiful!! And awfully expensive, I?m sure.

I must say that Relena?s mother is very, very smart. And sneaky. Who would have thought she would annouce to lots of people that her daughter was engaged, when her own daughter had no idea of this? Bravo!

I can?t wait for more!

[Andrea]

You girls are amazing and too amusing! Thanks for the faithful reviews you've been showering me; I love it!

I'm happy you liked this chapter's surprises, I just wanted to share those pics with you.

[darky]

Great chapter, I just loved their kisses. This is sooo good. Can?t wait to read more. I know I always write that, but it?s true. This story is amazing.

P.S. I just want to choke Dorothy

Darky