"So, are you gonna go?"

Allison had been in Fallon's office for the last thirty minutes. After their lunch together and her explanation of all things in her past and the history of her and Trent, she couldn't stand another thought of the matter.

"I don't know Allison."

"Well, it's almost five, you should start deciding. Has he texted you?"

Fallon checked her phone, "no, he hasn't." She was still typing away at her computer, but paused to pick her phone back up and send a text to Matt informing him that she would be late tonight. She was honestly still attempting to get ahead on tomorrow's article that she had lined up.

"I think you should go."

Fallon rubbed her palms of her hands back and forth over her face. "Okay, I'll be one hundred percent honest with you Allison."

"Please do," Allison sat forward, eager to hear Fallon's next statement.

"If I go there, or if I go to dinner, or whatever, I'm afraid of the possibility of what might happen."

Allison nodded, seemingly sympathetic, "go to dinner with him. Have the conversation. You've hardly spoken in five years. And the minute you were with each other, you said it was like picking up with someone you see every day. Don't let that go again Fal. Just go talk to him. He came all the way here for you."

"I'm engaged."

"Are you reminding me or yourself?" Fallon grunted, returning her focus to the laptop. "Fallon, you're engaged, yes. But you're not married." Allison paused and grabbed Fallon's hand from the keyboard. "Listen to me," she waited for Fallon to look away from the screen and focus on her. "If Matt is not the one, then Matt is not the one."

Fallon stayed frozen, her eyes still locked to Allison's, slowly churning the words over in her head. "Matt is the one." She pulled her hand back.

Allison frowned, "go to dinner. Get out of this office. I want to hear about it tomorrow, okay?"

"Yup." Fallon's responses short, as her temper began to flare.

Allison stood up, "don't be mad at me. I just want you to know that even if you decide that the life you're currently living isn't right for you, that it's okay to change it. And no one is going to judge you for it as long as whatever changes you make are making you happy." Fallon nodded without taking her eyes off the screen. Allison sighed, "I love you, be safe, and let me know if you're in the city too late to take a train home, you can always stay with me."

Fallon looked up as Allison walked out.

"Allison!" She yelled.

She came back in quickly, like she hadn't made it far. "Yeah?"

"Thank you."

Allison smiled, "you're welcome. Have fun okay? Don't stay here too much longer." She turned and once again headed out the door.

Fallon grabbed at her phone and proceeded to text Trent, as she promised.

I'll be done here in maybe a half hour more. I want to see the expensive hotel, so I'm coming over.

She hit the 'send' button and made her way through the final paragraphs of the article she was currently writing. She truly was curious about the large and lavish hotel across the street. No one had ever stayed there, but her and Allison had looked up the prices of the rooms one day just for laughs and thought up a plan as to how they would sneak in and stay the night, just to pretend for once that they made enough to spend almost an entire paycheck on a night.

Her phone buzzed against her desk.

I'll meet you in the lobby in 30. I hope you like pasta.

She spent the next ten minutes working through the edits of the article. She spent five minutes pacing around her office. And the last fifteen minutes in the bathroom, straightening her outfit, fixing her hair, and reapplying what little makeup she already was wearing.

By 5:30pm she was already out of the office front door and on the elevator down to the street level.

She was at the hotel entrance by 5:37pm. As the doorman opened the glass entry way door, she thanked him and stepped inside. There was an air of opulence and grandeur from the moment she stepped inside. A lavish chandelier, suspended from the towering ceiling like a sparkling centerpiece, cast a warm and inviting glow over the space. The floor beneath her was a mosaic of polished marble, its intricate patterns mirroring the elegance of the surroundings. Towering columns adorned with intricate carvings and gold leaf accents, evoked a sense of classical luxury. Oversized potted plants, meticulously arranged, injected a touch of nature into the refined setting, their vibrant greenery contrasting with the otherwise subdued color palette. She was in total and complete awe.

"There you are," Trent walked towards her from the line of elevators. He snaked a hand around her waist, "it's something huh?" He looked around the lobby with her. The lobby's seating area was an ensemble of plush sofas and armchairs, upholstered in luxurious fabrics and arranged around low coffee tables of exquisite craftsmanship. The seating clusters created intimate spaces for private conversations amidst the bustling ambiance. Artful paintings and sculptures adorned the walls, showcasing a blend of contemporary and classic pieces that added to the aura of sophistication.

The reception desk stood as a polished marble masterpiece, manned by attentive staff clad in impeccable uniforms. A backdrop of intricately designed panels and elegant backlighting accentuated the importance of this central hub. As guests approached, the concierge greeted them with genuine smiles and anticipatory service, ready to cater to their every need. She had never experienced something so grandiose.

"It's...fancy," she said, still in shock of her surroundings.

"It's too much," Trent grumbled next to her, "no one should need this much grandeur just in a space for them to sleep."

"You said the rooms are like apartments, maybe people live here long term."

Trent chuckled, "for what this would cost long term, people are better off buying themselves a mansion." He led her towards the row of gold elevators, "come on, let's go eat."

Upon stepping into the elevator, Trent scanned his room key and selected the top floor, number seventy eight. Fallon turned slanted her gaze sideways, observing the odd amount of floors. "That's so weird that they stopped at seventy eight and didn't go to eighty, usually hotels have a straight and even number."

Trent shrugged, "I didn't even think about it honestly." He led her off the elevator once it signaled that it had reached the designated floor. They walked down a long hallway until they reached his room, number 782. He scanned the card at the door and the automatic lock turned and buzzed, they both stepped in and again, were met with more splendor.

It was like entering a haven of refined luxury. The entrance hallway was adorned with textured wallpaper in a soothing palette, exuding a sense of tranquility. The door opened to reveal a spacious and thoughtfully designed interior, where no detail had been overlooked.

The king-sized bed commanded attention with its plush headboard upholstered in rich fabrics, accented by intricate tufting. Crisp, high-thread-count linens in pristine white lent an air of freshness, while a medley of plump pillows beckoned relaxation. The bedside tables featured sleek designs and were adorned with intricate lamps that cast a soft, ambient glow.

A sitting area, complete with a cozy loveseat and an elegant coffee table, a mini bar- discreetly tucked away, stocked with a curated selection of premium beverages and snacks. The room's technology was seamlessly integrated, with a high-definition flat-screen TV mounted on the wall.

The bathroom was a sanctuary of indulgence, featuring marble surfaces that gleamed softly under the gentle lighting. A spacious soaking tub invited weary travelers to unwind, while a separate rain shower promised a revitalizing experience. Luxury toiletries lined the countertops.

Floor-to-ceiling windows offered panoramic views of the cityscape, allowing natural light to flood the room during the day and no doubt providing a breathtaking backdrop at night. Thick curtains that could be drawn for privacy or to create a cocoon of darkness for a restful sleep lined each window.

Every element in the room, from the carefully curated artwork on the walls to the meticulously chosen textiles, was a testament to the hotel's commitment to providing an extraordinary and unforgettable stay for its discerning guests, all for a top price.

And finally, the kitchen seamlessly integrated into the open living space of the hotel room. The design was minimalist yet striking, characterized by clean lines and a monochromatic color schemes. High-quality materials, like polished marble countertops and sleek stainless steel appliances, dominated the space. Adjacent to the kitchen was a stylish dining table and chairs, providing a dedicated space for guests. The table is set with elegant place settings and glassware, elevating the dining experience to a new level of sophistication.

Fallon stood speechless.

"I know, I know, it's way too much just for an overnight stay. I'll admit, when I told Jonathan to book me a hotel that was the closest to your office, I didn't really look into what was actually around or included. This place is nicer than my house." He ran his hand through his hair nervously, like he was embarrassed by the amount of wealth the place exuded.

"I...don't want to touch a singular thing in this room." She giggled slightly.

Her laugh seemed to release some of the embarrassment that had been building in Trent.

"No, see, you have to touch everything! And you have to do this," he quickly slid his feet out of the sneakers he was wearing with his sweatpants and t-shirt. A welcomed change from the suit he had shown up in earlier. He climbed effortlessly on to the bed and proceeded to jump a few times before holding his hand out as a welcome to Fallon. "Come on."

She suddenly felt like her feet were glued to the floor, "have you lost your mind?" She put a hand over her mouth to hide her giddiness.

He jumped down from the bed and walked back over to her, still in the doorway. He once again was looking her up and down, almost as if he were sizing her up. He slid the laptop bag from her shoulder and placed it lightly on the floor beside her. He took a step towards her, leaving only a few inches between their bodies. She felt her breath quicken, not thinking that she would have to handle these emotions before they even sat down to dinner. But her thoughts were quickly broken as Trent proceeded to toss her gracefully over his shoulder and began unbuckling her strappy stilettoes. "What the-? Put me down!" She laughed as she struggled against his muscular arms. He tossed the shoes aside and moved towards the bed, as if she weighed nothing at all.
He planted her feet carefully on the white duvet, then proceeded to climb up next to her, "jump," he commanded as he resumed his motions from just before.

She couldn't believe this was happening right now, but with each one of Trent's jumps, she couldn't contain her laughter. She jumped until she couldn't catch her breath and collapsed on to the pillows, still in a fit of laughter. Trent too collapsed on to the sea of pillows lining the headboard, and stared at her in awe. For a few moments, they were ten years old again, innocent and free from the horrors and responsibilities of the real world. When she turned to him still winded and giggling, he couldn't help but reach out his hand and cradle her cheek in it. He took a moment to craft together the Fallon he knew before and the Fallon he knew now. He strung together years of changing looks, laughs, and personalities. The thumb from the hand that rested on her cheek slowly ran back and forth over her high cheek bones, trying to peace together features that changed, but still seemed so familiar. He ran his thumb over her lips and felt her slightly pull away.

"Please don't make this harder than it has to be." She whispered to him.

He shook his head and looked at her concerningly, "make what harder?" He furrowed his brow, his thumb still making light circles on each of the features on her face.

"The fact that I have to tell you we can't keep doing this." She closed her eyes, succumbing to his gentle touch.

"Fally, we're not doing anything." The right corner of his lip turned upwards as he continued to gaze at her. She took a deep breath and gently pushed his hand away and he returned it to his side. She tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear and reached out now to touch his his cheek. She ran her hand down the length of his jaw bone, behind his ear and to the back of his neck. His eyes closed, "Don't do --"

Before he could finish his sentence, she was already pulling herself towards him, merging their lips together. It was as though a magnetic pull was drawing them together as their breaths synchronized, a shared rhythm that spoke of both of their unspoken desires. Her lips were soft and yielding against his, a contrast to the warmth that spread through him.

As their mouths began to move in perfect harmony, their kiss deepened. His hands found their way to her waist, pushing up her pencil skirt and pulling her on top of him, the heat between them intensifying. It suddenly felt more urgent, fueled by a hunger that had once again been suppressed. Her heartbeat echoed in his ears.

A soft moan escaped her, a testament to the intensity of the connection that seemed to bind them. The barriers that once stood guard around their desires had once again crumbled, leaving only raw vulnerability. Fallon pulled away from him briefly, her breathlessness making it difficult to speak, "this... this is what we can't keep doing."

Trent's grin was tantalizing as he pulled his hands off of her and put them in the air above his head, "you're right, let's stop." When she reached out for them again, he avoided contact with her, "no, you said we need to stop, so we'll stop." He continuously dodged out of her reach, until her last try when he caught both of her wrists, one in each of his hands. He readily pulled her off him and flipped her to her back on the bed. He held both her hands taut above her head while she tried to fight him. He tsked at the amount of strength she put into attempting to free herself, he moved his mouth towards her neck and started biting at the tender skin, "you can't have it both ways, you can't tell me to stop when you really want me to keep going." He alternated between kissing and nipping at her neck now. He felt her arms relax in his grasp.

"You ass," she smiled as she tilted her head to the side, giving him easier access to her neck.

"Make me the bad guy, I don't mind being the villain in your story." He was trailing kisses down her shoulder and sternum until he reached the top of her blouse. He took both her hands in one of his, keeping them still above her head. With his now free hand, he pushed up the bottom of her shirt, continuing his trail of kisses down from her ribcage to the top of the waistline of her skirt.

"Didn't I come here for dinner?" She craned her neck to look at him.

He let go of her wrists now, but she merely dropped them to her sides instead of continuing to fight him. "You did, and how lucky for both of us, you may get dinner, but I get dinner and an appetizer." In one motion he pulled off her skirt and panties. She giggled at his joke, reaching to push the hair away from Trent's face. He lay down in the spot next to her and gracefully draped one of her legs over his, before moving his hand between her legs. He gently plunged a finger inside of her, "Jesus Fal, have you been thinking about me all day?" He growled into her ear.

"Fuck off," she moaned and she rocked her hips on his hand.

"Did you tell your friend all about our weekend, over lunch?" He slid his finger out of her and then reentered her with two, starting a slow rhythm.

"Mhmm,"

He snickered and moved his lips closer to hers, "did you get wet just talking about it?" Before giving her an opportunity to answer, he kissed her hard and picked up speed in his hand, gently grazing over her bundle of nerves. She groaned and threw her hips forward. "I think I got my answer." He delicately removed his fingers from her, causing her to open her eyes, more in shock than anything else, and search for him. He pulled her leg the rest of the way over him, so she sat astride him and slid his body so his face sat just below her. "Sit." He commanded.

"Trent no," she suppressed a laugh, "I'm afraid I'll suffocate you." She was only half kidding.

He held tight to her hips, her body hovering over him, "if I'm meant to die, tongue deep inside you, you let me fucking go that way." He smirked at her. He could see her reservations start to recede and felt her thighs relax. "Be a good girl, sit," he commanded again.

"Don't ask me to call you daddy," she grinned down at him.

"You can call me whatever you want as long as I get to taste you." He pulled gently on her thighs and she finally relaxed. His tongue explored every inch of her that it could reach and his kiss created the perfect suction in all the right spots. She couldn't contain herself as she ground her hips against him and moaned his name. He gently lifted her slightly, "I want you to cum for me, Fallon." He let her return back to original position and went back to working each of her most sensitive areas. Each time she tried to pull away, he held her tighter, not allowing her to break away from the pleasure. "Cum for me." He snarled against her, not bothering to lift her this time.

"Fuck, Trent," she managed to get out before her orgasm ripped like fire through her. The world went silent and black and there was only her and her pleasure in that moment. When she managed to bring herself back to Earth, Trent had already flipped her on her back and was yanking off his sweatpants. She took a deep breath, trying to recover fully from moments ago, but was still short-winded when he entered her quickly and fully. She cried out from the unexpected sensation.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked tenderly, kissing her lips before pushing into her again.

This time, it was pleasure that she felt. "No," she slid her hand up his back, her nails slightly scratching the his skin's surface. "Keep going," she threw her head back and looked at him longingly.

He grabbed at her waist to steady himself as he continued his movements in and out of her, grunting to meet her moans. "Look at me," he whispered to her, her stare finding its way back to him. "Break it off." He reached a hand down between her legs again, slowly circling her mound. "Break it off and leave him."

"Trent..." She could feel the orgasm rising up inside her again as he continued working her.

He slowed down, leaned forward and ran his hand alone the hair at the nape of her neck before giving it a slight tug, "Leave. Him." He ordered between the words, kissing the side of her neck, hard now, that he knew would leave a mark. He wanted everyone to know that she belonged to him and no one else, before she even made the decision for herself. He could feel her contract around him and heard her call out his name. He concentrated hard on her feeling the pleasure and him being the one to bring it to her. He knew how to make her feel wanted, and worshipped, appreciated and seen, he was done letting another man take that from him.

His thoughts were making him distant, he could hear her in the background of his mind, but it wasn't until her hands pulled his face towards hers that he understood what she was saying. He came back to the moment they were in. "I want you." She moaned slightly, still experiencing waves of pleasure despite being past orgasm. "But I..." Quickly, his hand shot out to her and wrapped gently around her neck. She smiled at him deviously, "did you not like my answer?" She challenged him.

The left side of his mouth turned upwards as he increased the pressure around her throat, "no, I didn't. We can stay here all night until you learn the right thing to say."

"Guess I need to be taught a lesson," she managed out between semi-shallow breaths.

"Fuck, you're so hot right now." He lessened his grip around her and pulled her upright.

"Enjoy the view while you have me."

"I want to have you all the time." He snarled low and lustfully at her, as he reached the peak of his pleasure. He took a moment to rest his head on her chest and listen to her heart beat. It was a steady and consistent knocking as if it was trying to escape.

She ran her fingers through his hair, releasing the smell of his shampoo as it wafted into the room. She was forever lost in the smell of him. She knew though, despite the fun they had, what conversation was going to come next. But she had no idea what the outcome would be.