"Come on, Jac, I'm sure you look beautiful. In fact, I know you do."

"Damon, shut up, you've never even seen me.....like this." He heard Jac say from inside the Lexington mansion. He was patiently waiting for her in the hot tub of the estate's large backyard patio, taking swigs from the Moet & Chandon champagne bottle that had been set out.

Jac emerged from the sliding french door shyly, wearing absolutely nothing. Damon took her in, relishing in the fact that Jac naked went far beyond his expectations. "See? Like I said, beautiful." He grinned and she grinned too, joining him in the hot tub.

"Its just the last time you seen me like this...." Jac trailed off, her green eyes nowhere near his face. Then she blushed, something he hadn't seen in a long time since she was always being so collected around him.

"We were three," Damon finished her sentence, casually putting his arm around her. "And I was turned on even then."

Jac smiled coyly, snuggling up against his chest and taking the bottle from him, taking a long drink before setting it back down on the edge of the hot tub. "I'm surprised Marie liked you, she usually hates strangers. Well, she hates everyone." She mused, referring to her adorable two-year old cousin that they had been dumped with after Eve Lexington's sister needed a spa night - and the nanny had quit on her.

"What can I say? I'm popular with the ladies," He smirked.

"A little too popular if you ask me," She frowned for a moment and Damon could see just how much he had hurt her. It was little moments like these when he could see what she was always trying to hide and it only made him feel guilty especially after hearing all the crap she'd gone through.

"Jac, you know I can help you right?" He said then because it was the least he could do. "A couple millions isn't anything to me."

Jac tittered. "As in you want to be my sugar daddy."

"Are you offering?"

Jac scoffed playfully. "Damon, I'm not a charity case."

"But you're not a peasant either," Damon added pointedly.

"Normal people," She corrected him. "They're just people who don't have fancy private jets and big houses - and some of them are actually happy."

"Why do I feel like you're quoting someone?" Damon wondered because he sure as hell knew that no one they hung out with would say something like that'. In his opinion, fancy private jets and big houses could make anyone pretty damn happy. Anyone who claimed they didn't need money were just bitter because they didn't have any to begin with.

Jac shrugged, taking a sip from the champagne bottle again. "This guy....."

Damon scowled. "The fucking bell boy, right?" The bell boy he had accidentally invited to the Spring Debutante Auction. 'Yeah, thats going to be pretty damn dandy.'

"He has a name," Jac snapped and then slowly smirked, that smug expression that Damon just found too sexy about her. "Are you jealous?"

"No," Damon said quickly and then rolled his eyes because he was. "Fine, I'm jealous of your normal boyfriend."

"Yes, he's my boyfriend and I'm totally in love with him," Jac said mockingly and then grinned wryly, trying to force Damon's frown into a smile. "I like it when you're jealous."

Damon crossed his arms, not budging despite her attempts. "Will you stop that?"

"Not until you smile," Then Damon let her turn his frown upside down although he was still technically stone-faced.

"Happy?" He asked begrudgingly.

"I should get you jealous more often," Jac said, sitting back against the hot tub, her usual straight raven hair curly locks from the steaming water. "I feel like I'm always the jealous one."

"Better than being the abused one in the relationship."

"Abused?"

"Do you know how many times you've hit me?" Damon chuckled. He would be a multi-millionaire two times over if he got a hundred dollar bill for every time Jac had slapped him.

"Lost count," Jac shrugged. "But I guess I'm sorry."

"You guess?"

"Sometimes you deserve it," She said fairly.

"Yeah, you're right." He had been a complete jerk the past few weeks and he hadn't even realized it. Then again, he had so much stress and everything was just falling back into place. He was no longer going to Juvie, his father respected him again, and he had Jac - yet for some reason, he still felt utterly miserable at times. As if there was something missing.

"Whats wrong?" Jac asked, looking directly in his eyes then. "We can talk about it."

"I don't know, " Damon sighed. "Maybe that normal guy is right. Maybe money doesn't buy you happiness."

"But relationships and doing the things you love can."

"Can you stop quoting that guy like he's fucking Gandhi or something," Damon groaned. "You act like he's the coming of Jesus Christ."

Jac rolled her eyes, moving slightly away from him. "Whatever, go on."

They both stared at each other. Jac, a mask of annoyance and Damon, slightly angry but not wanting to mess things up again. So he shook his head. "Sorry, just got a lot on my mind." He had thought being with Jac might clear things up. He thought it would help him understand how he was finally back on track but yet still felt so unsatisfied.

"Maybe money doesn't buy you happiness," Jac said evenly, ignoring the tension that had just taken place. "I mean, even before we were going broke, my mom was still a rude, complaining bitch."

"And my Dad is still an asshole......and now he's supposedly proud of me again but...." Damon sighed.

"But?"

"But I don't understand why it isn't enough this time," Before this shitty semester, everything made sense. Be the Golden Boy his Dad wanted him to be, be the best boyfriend he could be, and party until some Ivy League college turned off the beat of high school. "Something isn't right."

Jac's eyes were filled with sympathy as she kissed him softly on the cheek. "Then you have to tell him, Damon. You have to tell him or you're just going to keep repeating the cycle forever. The screw up-make up cycle, I mean."

Then she frowned. "That sounds like us."

Damon chuckled as she leaned into him, arms around his neck. "Not anymore. We're gonna be that irritatingly perfect couple." That would definitely drive Erika insane since she hated them together but had reluctantly learned to accept it.

Jac grinned back. "I would kiss you but I don't wanna-" She gestured slightly o the fact that they were both skinny dipping and movement was almost impossible without skin-to-skin contact.

"Ride?" He smirked teasingly and Jac rolled her eyes. "Very funny, Damon, I'm putting on some clothes now," Then she got out of the hot tub, turning to look at him pointedly. "And you should too."

After getting back into his clothes, Damon walked by the guest room that little Marie was dozing off in, cracking the door as he peeked. The small toddler was snoring quietly in the large King-sized royal blue bed, still holding on to her diamond-studded pacifier and three thousand dollar Bratz doll. He was amazed at how the little girl could be such a hell raiser when she was begging them for a super expensive doll - the life-sized Barbie was fifty grand - and yet so peaceful when she was asleep.

Closing the door, Damon oddly thought of his mother, trying to remember if she had spoiled him and Erika too. Then he felt guilty for not even being able to recall. Ever since Matthew started taking down family portraits, paintings, and everything Glory had left behind in the house, Damon found himself forgetting about her a lot.

He wandered into Jac's room, chuckling to himself when he heard her humming to Nicki Minaj's rap in 'Feeling Myself' in her private bathroom. Then he looked around the room he hadn't seen in weeks, startled by the change. Her dark blue painted walls expressing the silhouette of the Eiffel Tower was no longer covered with photos they'd taken together.

All he saw was; Benny, Erika, Paisely, Seth - even a photo with Selena Gomez and Austin Mahone. However, their pictures were gone, taped paper still hanging off the walls from when she had apparently ripped up their memories. He had hurt her. He had hurt much worse than he thought he had.

"Hey, is Marie still asleep?" Jac came out of the bathroom dressed in nothing but a Donna Karan white flannel blouse over her Victoria's Secret underwear.

"Uh, yeah, the monster is still asleep."

She came across the broad, dim-lit room, kissing him on the lips quickly and pulling out one of her many iPhones from the breast pocket of her flannel blouse, typing. "Good because I kind of have," She looked up again at him, tossing her phone on to her bed. "Some very special things in mind."

Damon smirked as she threw her arms around him and he snaked his hands around her thin waist, pulling her towards him. Things weren't right but at least he could forget they weren't when he was with Jac - and thats why he needed her, thats why he loved her. She was the ultimate escape from the troubling Felix household and the hectic world of Beverly Hills. "Hmmm....and what are these special things?"

She bit her lip sexily. "Guess." But Damon didn't have to because she was already guiding him to the bed.

"And you say I'm unfaithful," Damon spat moving off the bed as Jac looked down at the screen of her iPhone, not even the slightest bit apologetic. "You say I'm unfaithful yet here you are, texting your fucking bell boy while you're with me."

Jac sighed, exasperated. "Well, what am I supposed to do? Ignore him? He's my friend, Damon."

"Exactly," Damon shouted. "He's your friend and I'm your boyfriend. Now tell me whose more important?" He shook his head, turning away from Jac and back at her relationship-less walls in anger.

So much for Jac being the ultimate escape. After hours of fooling around - dangerously close to all the way - and forgetting the world even existed, Jac just had to let Blake Evans get in between them. She had practically insisted on answering every text and every call because she wasn't "rude".

He felt her hand on his shoulder and Damon let her drag him back on to the bed. On her knees, she put her arms around him, trying to unlock his crossed arms, curly black hair cascading over his shoulder. "Damon, I'm sorry but its not like you haven't done worse."

He scowled because he knew she was right. He had done much, much, much worse - but was that really an excuse to talk to some other guy while he was with her? "I've got to get out of here," He decided, moving out of her grasp and putting his head in his hands to try not to say something he'd regret. "You're fucking with my head."

Jac slightly laughed. "Damon, you can't be serious."

"Well I am." He growled, not caring that he was being an asshole. She had started it. She had started it because she wanted to see him jealous. "You like seeing me jealous? Well this is me being jealous."

He watched as Jac sighed, running a hand through her thick jet black curls and getting off of the bed. "Whatever, serves you right. You talk to other girls all the time."

"At least not around you." Then he realized that was a huge slip-up because Jac laughed humorlessly, opening the door to her walk-in closet and disappearing inside. That humorless laugh was a sign that he had outright pissed her off so Damon followed her into the closet to find that it was almost completely empty.

The only few things still hanging on the light wooden hangers and shelves were a bunch of T-shirts, jeans, and shoes. "Wheres all your stuff?"

"Its gone," was all she said.

"Why?"

Jac ignored him, grabbing a pair of ripped bleached True Religion skinny jeans off of one of the stylish pure gold hangers and putting them on. With a flustered sigh, she turned to face him again, Damon could see a faint echo of hurt that was quickly replaced with an eye roll. "Are you really mad about the text or is it something else? What? Did your Daddy hit you again?"

Of course, she would go there.

Jac took another step forward, smirking when she noticed his hands clenched together. Damon knew she was trying to push his buttons. It was just one of the reasons why they worked and why they didn't all at the same time. "Well, I say suck it up and stop letting out all your issues on me. Sometimes I forget whose the man in this relationship-"

"Well I never forget whose the bitch."

Then the next thing he knew Jac had kneed him in the worst place possible. She laughed mockingly as Damon cursed, crouching to his knees from the pain. The excruciating agony had him hissing out every curse word in the book. "Oops, sorry, just reminding you who the bitch is in case you do forget."

"What the fuck, Jac?" He managed, grimacing as Jac rolled her eyes deviously, shrugging as if she couldn't help herself.

Damon took a deep breath because Jac really kneed the hell out of him. Then he forced himself upright, wincing at the pain in his stomach. Chris had told him countless times of how bad being kicked there was but Damon had thought he was exaggerating. Now he considered Chris' accounts as sugar-coating. The pain was a bitch.

"I'm sorry, babe, do you need some help?" She asked, gloating. "Or can you-" She was interrupted by the ringtone of her phone.

"I swear.....if you answer that, Jac, I swear." Damon snarled although he already knew Jac was going to answer just to spite him - and she put the phone to her ear, smiling broadly as if a pre-ordered Marc Jacobs original had finally been shipped out.

"Heyyyyyy, whats up?" She chirped happily, smirking at Damon. "Nothing, I'm just here with an asshole - hey!" Damon yanked the phone out of her hand, holding it high above his head so she couldn't reach. However, if she had been in heels and not white Gucci logo socks, it would have been a different story.

Jac crossed her arms over her chest. "Damon, give it back, I'm serious."

It was Damon's turn to be smug. If she wanted to pull a game, he was going to win. "I want you to beg."

"Its not even Blake."

Damon frowned, lowering the phone to look at the caller ID. 'Shit, its Benny,' then at that moment, Jac snatched the phone from his hands - and didn't hesitate to give another mind- blowing knee again.

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Jac glared profoundly at Damon from across the Lexington's ivory and gold decor living room, all the while stroking her two-year old cousin's head gently. After they'd thrown around every 'Fuck you' they could think of, Marie - who was already a stunning image of Jac's successful aunt - had woken up from a nightmare. Then they had been forced to shut up for once to help the little girl go back to sleep.

Damon, who had been lazily surfing through channels on the broad, flat screen TV hanging above the elegant dim-shining fireplace, noticed her glare and sighed.

Jac focused her attention on the TV that Damon had left on a sports station that just so happened to be debating all the highlights of Matthew Felix's Lacrosse career. She knew she was in the wrong. Texting Blake while she was with Damon was pretty stupid - but the truth was, she just couldn't let Damon off the hook, not when she counted how many times he had screwed over.

She seen it as getting even, Damon seen it as pushing his buttons.

"Are you done being mad?" Jac asked quietly because the silence was killing her. They had been having the time of their lives just a few hours ago.

"Jac, you injured me." He chuckled but there was no humor.

"A knee to the balls isn't going to kill you," She said dismissively, cringing when Marie stirred underneath her soothing hand. The last thing she needed was a pissed off Damon and a tantrum throwing toddler. "But you have to admit you deserve it, Damon."

Damon scowled. "Because I always deserve it right?"

"Your words, not mine," Then when he rolled his eyes, Jac snapped. "You can leave, you know. Since, apparently, I'm a bitch."

Damon tsked, giving her a firm look - and then to her dismay, got up and headed for the large ornate front doors leading out to the wide, decorated lawn of the Lexington estate. Jac watched as he opened the door, not even giving her a glance - and she had to speak up. If he walked out that door, she would really be alone.

Despite being one of the most popular girls in the preparatory district, being apart of a broad group of high society, and having two parents, loneliness always found her. She always felt unloved. It was why she ditched Blake. He didn't understand her and Damon did - or at least she thought so.

"Are you really leaving?" She snapped, not letting her voice show any of the desperate emotions she was feeling.

Damon turned around, wooden embellished doors still open and letting in the night's brisk air. "You told me to, make up your mind. Do you want me here or not? Or do you want Blake?"

"Thats not fair," Deciding Marie was dead sleep, Jac left the little girl on the ivory lace love seat and met Damon at the door. "You can't get mad at me for one simple text when you had a night with Veronica-"

"When we weren't together."

"If you're mad about something else, just say it! I know its not me!" Whenever Damon had a lot going on, he had the tendency to take it all out on her which wasn't fair considering how great their night had been going.

"Yeah because you're little miss Valedictorian right?" Damon fired back. "Because you're perfect. Well, you're not perfect at everything."

Then Jac was seething with anger again because she knew what Damon was referring to when he said 'everything'. So she slapped him as hard as she could, eyes stinging with angry tears. "Ugh, I hate you sometimes!"

"I hate you too!"

Then Jac's emerald green eyes widened and she rubbed her shoulder anxiously, turning away from him. She turned away so he wouldn't see how much those words hurt her - and how much she didn't want to let him go.

"Jac?"

She turned back to him and slapped him - or she tried to because Damon had caught her hands. She was forced to look into his sea blue eyes that were gleaming with apology and Jac wondered if he could see the slight tears at the brim of her eyes. She also wondered how the hell this guy had a hold on her, like a leash, that always kept her coming back. Damon sighed. "I'm sorry."

"Me too," although Jac was pretty sure he was going to make her regret those words eventually. She already regretted becoming attached.

Damon left as soon as Eve called to let her know she was coming home and by the time the family limo pulled into the circular driveway of the Lexington estate, he was long gone and Jac was forcing herself to go through an episode of, 'Little Einsteins.' so Marie wouldn't complain.

"Ahhh, theres my baby!" Eve's sister, Sienna, rushed over to her daughter and heaved her up on her hip. Sienna looked like a average, toned down version of her sister; the same light porcelain skin except on Eve it looked heavenly, the same raven-black hair that she had cut into a bob, and a heart-shaped face that she never adorned with make up.

Eve was always talking crap about her sister - especially when she and her rich husband, director of eight Academy-award winning movies, refused to help the Lexingtons get out of their financial trouble..Jac had been surprised Eve had even agreed to a spa day with the woman.

"Okay, Jac, off to bed," Eve ordered sternly, looking like an evil seductress in what she called her casual wear; an original Barneys New York black double-crepe dress, matching Louis Vuitton handbag, and bright red Valentino wedge heels. "The Auction is tomorrow and I don't need you looking like you haven't slept in years."

Sienna rocked a dozing off Marie on her hip. "I think she needs an award for putting up with this little girl. I can barely get her to shut up. I don't know how you do it. The nanny quit on us because even she couldn't handle her."

Jac shrugged. Marie didn't stop crying and begging until Damon came and she suspected it was because the toddler had gotten a crush as soon as he stepped into the house.

After Sienna had thanked her a hundred times, Eve shut the door in her sister's gratitude-filled face, joining Jac in the living room. Jac had dully switched the TV channel to 'Rich Kids of Beverly Hills' which she didn't consider a reality show since her life was almost exactly what was being portrayed.

"So I need you up at three, we need time to....."

Jac brought her knees to her chest, arms around her legs. She tuned everything out, rewinding back the night in her head, realizing she shouldn't have even forgave him. They were in a screw up-make up cycle that never ended. 'But it wasn't always this way,' or had she been oblivious this whole two years?

"Jac are you-are you crying?"

Jac looked to her mother who was gawking at her in astonishment. Then she felt a tear on fall on to her True Religion jeans, staining the bleached material. "I guess I am."

She watched her mother's reaction carefully, never realizing before that she actually wanted her mother to care. She wanted Eve to sympathize. She wanted her to show some kind of emotion besides haughty anger and selfishness.

Eve turned away from her in puzzlement, looking down at the hem of her intricate dress and then up at the wall across from them - where there used to be a 3.4 million painting but Eve was giving that up to the Auction too.

Jac found herself suddenly wishing she would care, that she would acknowledge the fact that she actually had feelings, 'Please, please, please, please.'

Eve, however only blinked rapidly before standing up. "Well, be in bed before midnight, tomorrow is very important for us." Then she made her way to the banister, shooting one more odd look that Jac couldn't read at her daughter before retreating up the stairs.

Burying her head in her knees, Jac sobbed.

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A/N: So I should have been doing my homework and having a social life but I got inspired and didn't want to lose it.

That We Found Monologue is so beautiful and I think it fits Jac and Damon well when it comes to their relationship. I like to think it fits the empty space in Damon's part if that makes sense.

So next chapter is the last chapter and I'm WAAAAYYY too excited! Remember to leave your thoughts! Thank you for the support <3