My short time in New York was absolutely amazing. I got to see places I never thought I would get to see in person. The Statue of Liberty had to be my favorite place of them all. Pictures and the movies don't do her justice that's for sure. One day I hope to return with my kids.

Draven had Reese completely mind fucked over his behavior. Especially when Draven felt the need to hold my hand after a group of guys showed some interest in me. Which left me confused as all hell. It was almost like he was jealous. But I know better than that.

He was even kind enough to accompany us to the airport. Before we boarded the airplane Draven captured my lips in a passionate kiss leaving me speechless. I run my fingers over my lips replaying the brief yet amazing kiss. I shake my head forcing the memory away. Focus Wren, focus!

A knock at my office door pulls me from my thoughts. "Come In." The door opens and Candy walks in. I smile warmly at her and she takes a seat in the chair opposite of me.

Candy is the only other person I consider my friend. We aren't as close as Reese and I but, close enough.

"What's up?" I asked leaning back in my chair. She clasps her hands together and places them on the desk giving me a devious smirk.

She only acts this way when she knows something or wants to know something.

"I don't know Wren, why don't you tell me what's up?" She cocks her head to one side.

I give her a confused look and shake my head slightly. She sighs and slumps back in the chair staring me down.

I am so fucking confused right now. "I don't know what you are talking about." She laughs hysterically. What the fuck is wrong with her? I wish she would quit beating around the bush and get to the goddamn point.

"Rumor has it you fucked the boss while you was in New York."

It literally feels like someone has kicked me in the stomach knocking the air out of my lungs. Her eyes narrow when I don't respond. So this is what it's like to be interrogated? I don't know what to say. Those were the last words I ever expected to hear out of her mouth.

"And where did you hear that?" I probe her for answers playing innocent. She stares at me with a blank expression seeing through my sad attempt.

"From a very livid Penelope, that's who," she replies firmly. How the hell did Penelope find out about Draven and I? I groan and place my head on my desk. Is this real life right now?

"So it's true?" Candy whispers. "Holy shit!"

Oh girl, trust me you are not the only one who is surprised. Without lifting my head from my desk I nod. I hear the chair screech as Candy pushes it back, followed by the clicking of her heels walking across the floor.

Candy crouches down beside me and pulls my face up to meet hers. She searches my face and wipes a single tear that I didn't even know was there from my cheek.

Candy gives me a warm smile, "It's ok Wren," she reassures me. If it's ok then why do I feel so shitty about it?

Candy releases my face and stands, plopping her ass down on my desk. I sink back into my chair resting my chin on my fist and stare up at her. She looks at me curiously waiting for the details. She's just as nosy like Reese.

I start off by telling her about my first encounter with Draven at Sam's gas station. We both giggle at the little 'fight' that took place between us. She loses her shit when I get to the part about our official meeting at the restaurant. I'm not going to lie, I would have loved to have been a fly on the wall that day. Now that I look back, its no wonder why Reese reacted the way he did.

The look on her face when I told her about the birthday dinner I made him was priceless. I skipped over the club incident because she was there. Plus, I would like to forget about it.

"Now get to the good stuff," she urges me forward with excitement.

I wince at what I'm about to tell her. Candy gives me a questioning look and I continue. I told her about how he had Penelope, in his office when we arrived and how I think they had sex. This time she's the one who cringes. She has no idea how many times I have done that myself.

"That's not the good stuff Wren, that's nasty. Now I'm stuck with that fucking image in my head. Make it go away," she pleads with me.
I can't help but laugh at her reaction.

I take a deep breath and give her a quick rundown of how he helped me with my outfit in the bathroom. I am not surprised at the fact that she somehow managed to find that romantic. She is one of those people who believes in love at first sight. Me on the other hand not so much. I shake my head and smile, completely amused by her gushy reactions.

After a moment she gathers herself giving me her undivided attention.

"Go on," she says gesturing with her hand trying to hide her excitement. I begin to feel nervous. The only thing left to tell her about is....the dirty deed or should I say deeds.

Reese is the only other person I have told this too. So I'm worried about judgement. I suck in the deepest breath my lungs would allow and mentally prepare myself for the outcome. I tell her every detail, from the first time in his bedroom to the second time in the room Reese and I shared, and finish with the passionate kiss he left me with at the airport.

I look up at Candy expecting immediate judgement, but all I get is silence. She stares blankly at me with her mouth slightly ajar. I squirm under her gaze. She blinks repeatedly bringing herself back to reality. For a moment I thought I gave her a stroke or something.

"Well, that would explain why, Penelope is mad as fuck right now."

"Why is she mad? Draven is always fucking random girls. What makes me any different?"

My anxiety is about to shoot through the roof.
She deadpans opening her mouth and closing it just as quickly, like a fish out of water. She clears her throat and adjusts herself on the desk trying to get comfortable. If she was sitting in a chair she wouldn't be having comfort issues.

"Wren, that man is falling for you," she says matter-of-factly.

That is the craziest thing I have ever heard. Well, not the craziest but pretty damn close. I laugh hysterically, to the point my stomach begins to cramp.

Either she's joking or she has lost her damn mind. I glance up at her face, my laughter ceases when I see the seriousness displayed on her face.

"You do realize who we are talking about right? Draven Knight doesn't fall for anyone," I tell her in all seriousness holding my ground.

She sighs and shakes her head and peels her ass from my desk and takes a seat in the chair she was previously sitting in. We sit silently for a moment.

"Look Wren, from what I was told Draven, hasn't given the time of day to anyone since you. That's also including, Penelope."

This conversation is pointless. I shake my head, "Has it ever occurred to anyone that he might just be tired?"

I mean people do take a break from physical activities, including sex from time to time. I can see the displeasure written all over her face. For fuck sake, its only been a little over a week since I fell under Draven, literally.

"Maybe, but I know what I was told. Just watch your back Wren. Penelope isn't right in the head and I don't trust her."

Great, that's all I need in my life right now, drama. "Thanks for filling me in." It's comforting to know she has my back. I send her a grateful smile which she returns.

"Well, I have to get ready for tonight's show," she says getting up, smoothing her skirt out.

I nod my head and watch her leave my office. I slouch further in my chair trying to wrap my mind around what Candy has just told me.

Penelope is just being paranoid or jealous. Either way, it has nothing to do with me. There has to be another reason he isn't giving her the attention she craves. He will be back to himself in no time. I'm sure of it.

I glance at the paper work I have scattered across my desk and groan! I don't have the time or energy to worry about Penelope or Draven's bullshit right now. I have so much planning to do for this weekends events it isn't even funny. And one includes a performance from Sugar, aka me. So I have to get my shit together.

After several grueling hours of looking over paper work I am finally finished. All I have to do now is run it by Reese. I gather up all my things and lock my office up and head straight for his office. I knock on the door before entering. Reese sits at his desk engulfed in his own paperwork.

He looks up and gives me a tired smile. Aw, poor guy! I grab the chair across from him and pull it around the desk so I can sit next to him. Miss Mare isn't expecting me to pick up the kids for another hour so I might as well help him out. After all that's what friends are for.