Victoria stormed back inside, saw how everyone was standing there staring at her, and stopped. "What? Don't you all have anything to do, besides standing there watching, and listening to me?" she snapped. She looked at Doctor Jones, saw the look he was giving her, the look of hurt like she had betrayed him, and looked away.

"Alright everyone show's over, let's finish what we've started." Doctor Jones says, picking up a paint can. He couldn't look at her any longer, and walked away. He headed into his office, and began working on the room. As he painted the walls to his office, he kept thinking back to how Victoria ran away from him, telling him they shouldn't be doing this, that it wasn't right, and now feels it was because she has a boyfriend. How could I be so blind? he growled.

Tiara finished painting one of the exam rooms, and wanted to see how Victoria was doing. She felt bad, and embarrassed for her, wishing she had gotten to her before Brayden made a scene. She walked into their office, saw Victoria at her desk with her head buried into her arms, whimpering. She walked over to her, and rubbed her back. "I'm sorry, I wished I had seen him walk in when he did, I would have warned you right away." Waiting for a response, she looked around and saw she got the room done, and smiled. "It looks nice in here, much better than before." she says, trying to cheer her up.

"My life is ruined... he's never going to give up on me." she says, voice sounding muffled as she spoke into her arms.

"Don't say that... he'll get over it."

She raised her head, looking up at her, and shook her head no "I don't think so..."

"Come on, let's hurry and get this place done, go home, rest, and later tonight, we'll go out and have some fun... I'll even leave Teagan at home, what do you say?"

She took a deep breath, looked away, and thought about it. After all these months of working non-stop, she thought it'll be nice to go out and have some fun. She looked back at her, and smiled. "Sounds like a plan... who knows, maybe I'll meet Mr. Right." After saying that, she instantly thought about Dalton, and sighed. His expression was still painted in her mind, and got pissed at herself for not telling him what had been going on. Then again, she felt she didn't owe him an explanation, they're not a couple, and that he was the one who came on to her.

Throughout the night, anytime she happened to walk where Dalton happened to be, he left the room. She was hoping to finally get a chance to talk to him, and explain herself. She felt he owed her that, especially after he told her that she could talk to him about anything.

They finally finished with their painting and remodeling, and Dalton gathered everyone together, thanking them all for staying, and for all their hard work, then asked if they could all come back tomorrow, help put everything back to where they belonged, and that he would make a pizza party out of it.

While everyone was leaving to go home, she sat on a chair, debating about going home. She was afraid that if she were to go home, Brayden would be there, and a fight would start. She was tired, and all she wanted was to do was, lay her head down onto a pillow, and to close her eyes. She stood up, and walked around looking for Tiara, hoping to see if she could crash there, and ran into Dalton. Both heads were looking opposite ways, and didn't see the other walking in their direction. "Oh, sorry... I didn't see, or hear you coming my way."

He took one look at her, and continued walking to where he was headed. She furrowed her eyebrows when he walked away without saying a word to her, and placed her hands on her hips, yelling his name "Dalton!"

He stopped, stood still, and lifted his head, waiting to hear why she called his name.

"This is a bunch of bullshit, first you tell me that I can talk to you about anything, and that you're not that asshole I think you are, but man... you're sure fooling me! You are that fucking asshole!"

He turned around, and started walking toward her, pointing. "Listen here missy... I was willing to listen to you, you chose not to talk to me, then I think about how we shared some mind-blowing kisses, you run away, and now I know why..."

"You're wrong..."

"Am I?... That picture shows differently."

Her hands raised, formed into fists, and shook them as she yelled "That picture, that picture, that FUCKING picture was years ago! He's a delusional drunk that won't let me go!" she screamed, and turned around. She couldn't believe she had to explain herself to him, thought he was smarter than that, and threw her hands in the air. "I fucking give up... I quit!" she yelled, walking away.

He covered his mouth, shook his head, and muttered "Don't quit." He felt like an idiot, and knew he shouldn't have jumped the gun, and assume she was with him. "Victoria stop!" he demanded.

"What are you going to accuse me of next?" she asked, as she spun herself around, rubbing the back of her neck.

"Nothing... I'm not going to accuse you of anything." he said softly.

"If you have nothing to say, then I'm leaving... I'm tired, angry, and need to figure out where I'm sleeping." she said, crossing her arms, and looking away from him.

He shook his head a little, and scratched his head "What do you mean you need to figure out where you're sleeping, I thought you said you weren't homeless."

She mockingly laughed, and frowned "I'm not homeless... I just have a jerk of an ex-boyfriend who is refusing to move out of my apartment, and I don't feel like going home fighting with him."

"I have a bed you can sleep on, if you're interested."

"What, yours?" she laughed "No thanks." she says turning around, and heading to her office to grab her purse, and keys.

He sighed "Victoria... I didn't mean my bed, I meant I have a spare bed you can rest on."

She stopped, and took a deep breath. She was tired, and since Tiara had already left and was most likely home sleeping, she wasn't about to go bother her, and agreed to going home with him. As she followed him to his place, the more nervous she became. She wasn't sure what his intentions were, and hoped it was just an act of kindness for her to get some sleep.

Following him into his driveway, she leaned closer to the steering wheel to get a closer look at his house, and was wowed holy shit, she whispered. She was surprised with the looks of his home, and loved it. He opened her car door for her, and walked her into his home. "Did you need something to drink, like a bottle of water?" he asked, walking her into the kitchen.

"Please, I could use something to quench the dryness of my mouth."

He wanted to make a joke, but didn't want to piss her off more than she already was, and kept it to himself. He opened the fridge, and pulled out a bottle of water, handing it to her. "Here, is there anything else you need?"

"No." she says, shaking her head. "Just a pillow."

He walked her over to the spare bedroom, showing her where she'll be able to sleep, then showed her where the bathroom was. Looking at what she was wearing, he rubbed the back of his head, and pointed at her. "Don't move, stay here for a second, I'm going to grab you something." He quickly walked down the hall, and walked into his bedroom, grabbing a shirt for her to wear, and walked back, handing her a shirt. "Here, you can wear this to sleep in... sorry, but it's all I have."

She looked at the shirt, and smiled while taking it from his hand. "That's OK, this will be just fine, thank you."

While looking at her, he looked in her eyes, then slowly moved his eyes down to her lips, trying hard not to kiss her beautiful lips. He ran his hands through his hair, puckered up his lips, and blew out some air "Well... the bed is all yours... holler if you need anything." He walked in the room, turned the light on for her, asked her to come in, and showed her how to turn the light off. "Just tap your finger here, and it will turn off, or on for you."

"OK."

He left the room, and walked into the kitchen, pouring himself a nightcap. He sat down at the table, stared at the drink he poured, and began thinking about what happened earlier. He leaned his head back, and closed his eyes, thinking about how quick he was to believe the man claiming he was her boyfriend, and how he tried confronting her on something that was none of his business. I really am an idiot...

Feeling bad for how he treated Victoria, he couldn't drink what he poured, stood up, and walked over to the sink, dumping the entire drink. He walked down the hallway, and snuck a peek in the room as he walked by. "Dalton?" she called out.

He peeked his head in, and looked at her "Yes?"

"Will you lay with me?"

"What, I thought you were afraid of sleeping in my bed?" he laughed, confused as to what made her change her mind.

"I just want you to lay with me, no sex, just comfort."

He walked in removing his clothes, only leaving on his boxers, and crawled into bed. "Hold me." she whispered. He wasn't sure what she was up to, but had a feeling she just wanted to feel safe, and slid his arm underneath her, pulling her to him, then started sliding his fingers through her hair. "Thank you." she says, closing her eyes, while laying her head on his chest.

"You're welcome." he whispered. He took a deep breath, lifted his head, and kissed the back of her head. "Get some rest." He wrapped his other arm over her, and held her. He still didn't understand why she wanted him in there, but was happy she did. With her being in his arms, something felt right, and relaxing, that he fell asleep.

Hours later, he awoke, looked at Victoria, and smiled. She was still in the same spot as when they fell asleep, she looked peaceful, and didn't want to move her. Lately he noticed, dark bags under her eyes, and assumed she hadn't been getting much sleep, and let her sleep.

Her eyes opened, looked around, and nearly panicked seeing she was in a room she didn't recognize. She tensed up, and froze when she realized she was laying on a man's chest and started to thinking about where she was, the more she awoke, she remembered, and rolled her head up, looking at the man she once hated with a passion, and smiled. "Morning." she whispered, lowering her head back down.

"It's actually later in the afternoon, but for now, I'll say morning back." he responded, wanting to chuckle, and running his fingers through her hair.

The way he was holding her, and running his fingers through her hair, had her feeling relaxed, she hadn't felt this relaxed in so long, she didn't want to move "Thank you for making me feel comforted, I don't even know the last time I felt that way." she says, squeezing him tighter.

"Anytime..."

She looked up, and positioned herself better to get a better look of his face. Within seconds of looking at him, she was missing the feeling of his lips against hers, and leaned forward, kissing him on the lips. It surprised him, but wasn't going to deny her kiss, and rolled her onto her back, deepening the kiss, as he kissed her back.

The longer they kissed, the more she felt her stomach dancing, and her inner core begging for satisfaction. She felt she hadn't known him very long, maybe six weeks, and was tempted to go further with him. Her mind was telling her she shouldn't and to stop, but her body was telling her differently, it was on fire and full of desires that had her rolling him onto to his back.

She released her lips from his, and lifted her head, wanting to look at him one more time, before crashing her lips back to his, kissing him with urgency.

Rolling her back over, and hovering over her, he traced her bottom lip, and pecked his lips to hers, a couple times. "I should get up, and make you something to eat, you've got to be starving."

"I'm starving, but not for food." she says, smiling.

Realizing what she meant, it shocked him, unsure of what to say. He wanted the home run, but wasn't prepared. "I'm not so sure if we should."

"What are you afraid of?" she curiously asked, especially since he told her not long ago, he wanted her. She was revved up, wet, and hornier than she's felt in a long time, and needed to release the tensions she's been holding in for a while.

"I'm not afraid of anything... I'm just not prepared."

She smiled, and pulled him down on top of her. "I am... I'm on the pill if that's what you're talking about." She reached down, grabbed a hold of the bottom hem of her shirt, and pulled it up over her head, then dropped it down on the floor beside her.

He looked down at her firmly round breasts, and felt himself rise. He looked back at her beautiful face, and lowered his lips to hers, while shifting himself on top of her, kissing her full of passion. He propped himself up, and placed a hand over her breast, massaging it before wrapping his mouth around her nipple, licking, and flicking his tongue against it, then moving to her other breast, and repeating what he had done to the other breast.

His hand roamed her body, and moved slowly down inside her panties, making its way to her warm throbbing pussy, thrusted his finger inside, and explored her wet insides before thrusting another finger into her. A gasp of delight escaped her mouth, and pressed her head back firmly into the pillow, enjoying the foreplay that she missed.

While exploring, and enjoying her wetness, he moved his lips along her neck, and down to her breasts using his tongue to massage her nipples. "Dalton..." she moaned.

Removing his fingers from inside her, and after having a taste of her sweet juices, he removed his boxers, then her panties, and laid back on top of her, kissing her with force that had their teeth hitting each other's. His heart pounded the more he realized he was about to make love to her, and placed himself at her wet opening, thrusting slowly into her, and allowing her to adjust to him.

A loud moan came out of her the moment she felt him go in, and then she heard a sound of happiness escape his mouth, and dug her nails into his back, liking what she was feeling. She moved her hands up his muscular back, and to the back of his head, pressing his head down hard, and devoured his lips.

His thrusts were becoming harder, and deeper, and closed his eyes, enjoying her tightness wrapped around his swollen cock. He opened his eyes, and looked back at her, wanting to watch who he was making love to. He didn't expect to be doing this with her this very moment, and wanted to make sure she was enjoying every bit of him, and what he was doing to her.

Her panting, and moaning were increasing, and as her orgasm was about to hit, jolts of electricity started to electrify throughout her body, causing her to feel warm, on fire, and needed to release. She dug her nails deeper into his back, and moaned loudly while releasing herself, firmly grabbing a hold of his ass, shoving him harder against her, and wanting to feel him rubbing against her clit. She felt happy, relieved, and satisfied. She enjoyed having sex again, and smiled when she felt all the tensions she had been feeling, disappear.

Happy to see she orgasmed, he pushed himself up with his fists, and thrusted harder, and faster, until he released. He lowered down, and met his lips with hers, kissing her softly, and lovingly, and pulled back with a smile. "Wow, that felt good... I hope I didn't disappoint you."

She reached up, and caressed the side of his face with the back of her hand, and smiled. "No, it wasn't disappointing at all, in fact it was, wonderful."

Finally they hooked up! Hope you're enjoying the story so far.