Ailsa stealthily made her way backstage into the City Vets throng. She tried unsuccessfully to get the smile off her face. She had to find Simon and let him know she was leaving him for Guy. Tonight, now, not a moment to wait. She tingled from head to foot. The adrenaline from the fall and the kiss with Guy was a potent chemical mix.

Scott, Mad Cow's owner, lifted her off her feet and hugged her. "That was genius Ailsa! We will be front page of every newspaper in Britain! Are you ok though? Looked like a nasty trip?" He righted her on to her feet and put his arm around her.

"It's ok. Guy had a look at my ankle and if I was a horse or a dog I would be fine!" She joked. "So I reckon nothing broken apart from my pride. I will be seeing that fall for the rest of my life no doubt."

Scott led Ailsa into the crowd. She joined in with the chatter, her mind ablaze with visions of a naked Guy sprawled on her bed. She gave a small satisfied grin to herself. She was looking forward to receiving the BAFTA for most orgasms in an evening.

Guy quietly and without notice, returned to the group and began chatting to the throngs of reporters. He longed to stay in the bubble as long as he could. Out of the clutches of Jane and into Ailsa's bed. He allowed himself a steamy thought of Ailsa's legs around his waist as she groaned into his ear. He was snapped out of it by Livvie the PR person introducing him to reporters from various television programmes.

The awards had finished. The backstage area was full to bursting so they were all ushered into cabs towards the after party. Ailsa had lost sight of Guy in the crowd however she had not lost the BAFTA which she held onto with vice like grip. She sat next to Janice in the cab.

"Bloody hell Ailsa! Way to go to get a name for yourself. I thought Simon's head was going to explode when you lot won. He will be bending Scott's ear tonight about upping the advertising budget on his show." Janice warned.

"Honestly, I thought he would win. Was he bad?" Ailsa wasn't sure she wanted to know the answer.

"He made some very unkarmic statements to his producers that's all I know. I had one of them crying all over my Chanel Dress in the toilets." Janice stated with a grimace. Scott squeezed Janice's hand and whispered something in her ear which made her flush from head to toe.

Ailsa looked at Janice and Scott and decided that they had become her relationship goals. So together and supportive of one another. She wondered if she and Guy could be like that in the long run. All too soon the taxi pulled up at the hotel.

When they reached the Sanderson Hotel bar Scott jumped up on a chair and told them all how proud he was of them and how much he believed in all of their shows. Ailsa was clapping at Scott's speech when she felt a strong hand on her waist.

"Clever move. I hadn't thought that you were so fame hungry." Simon's angry voice chilled Ailsa.

"I beg your pardon?" Ailsa spun round and glared at Simon who had the most furious look on his face.

"That BAFTA was mine. You and your flirting with that idiot vet meant that the viewers voted for you instead of me." Simon hissed in her ear clearly drunk.

"What the...." Ailsa was about to give Simon a piece of her mind when Mad Cow's PR woman Livvie grabbed them both and pushed a Daily Mail reporter towards them.

Ailsa and Simon played nice for the cameras. "I am so proud of Ailsa. She has nailed the viewers with her cheeky and informative style." Simon smiled charming the reporter who blushed at Simon's attention.

"I am proud of the production team who make it look so much easier than it is. The viewers who voted and of course the public who let us look after their beloved pets and film the process. The BAFTA is for them." Ailsa smiled. Simon's grip on her tightened.

"How do you feel about your girlfriend being around Guy every day? He won the hottest man on TV poll this week." The reporter knew that she was pushing Simon's buttons.

"Well I think I know Ailsa well and she is so professional. It is a purely platonic relationship." Simon's fake smile was beginning to slip.

Livvie the PR moved the reporter on to Guy and Jane. As she did Ailsa and Guy locked gazes. The look that passed between them was pure electricity.

"I am not happy about tonight not one little bit." Simon continued out of the earshot of everyone.

"Then I suggest you take tonight and shove it up your perfectly toned arse." Ailsa raised her glass of champagne, downed it, gave the BAFTA to Scott and jumped in the first cab outside of The Sanderson.

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Guy climbed the stairs to the flat distraught. His mind whirled with the events of the evening and even worse how was he going to explain them to Ailsa. He had never in all of his years gone from such a high to such a low in such as small amount of time.

He opened the door and stood rock still as Ailsa ran down the hall and pinned him to the door. She hastily began to kiss him. He mouth, her scent, her skin. He began to lose himself in the moment as he only could with her. He matched her passion. He ran his hands down her back pulling her close to him. Feeling her body next to his made his arousal jump from six to ten in a nanosecond.

Somewhere, somehow, he gathered the strength to remove her lips from his. He held her at arms length and she regarded him quizzically. She knew by the look on his face that something was very wrong.

"Ailsa, I don't know how to say this." Guy looked wounded as he spoke. He saw the concern creep over Ailsa.

"Whatever it is. Please just tell me. It can't be that bad." Ailsa search his face for a clue.

Guy sought to avoid her gaze by dropping his chin. Ailsa picked his chin up with her finger and made him look at her. Her eyes pleading for him to tell her.

"Jane is pregnant." He closed his eyes as the words left his mouth. There it was. The worst possible thing that could have happened did. Right there at that very second he took Cupid's arrow which had been drawn and tense and he fired it at the moon.

Ailsa took a step back and slid down the wall until she sat on the floor. Her hand covering her mouth. Her eyes wide. She began to giggle.

"What is so funny?" Guy demanded towering over her completely perplexed by her reaction.

"See I told you! Female quicksand. I fell in. See what it got me? I should have known better! Mixing your 10 gene pools together to make a super race of brainy skinny clothes horse Vets." Ailsa laughed and got to her feet.

"I am sorry. I don't know how it happened." Guy followed Ailsa down the hall to the kitchen.

Ailsa rummaged around and found two glasses from the cupboard and a bottle of champagne in the fridge. She popped the bottle and filled two glasses.

"Guy I am sure you can recall how it happened. Now either you can stay and we can get drunk or you can leave. Choice is yours." She offered a glass to Guy.

"I want to stay. I want to be with you." Guy towered over Ailsa. He placed the glasses down and pressed himself next to Ailsa.

"Nope, no way. Guy I am mad about you, however, I am not ever going to do over another woman. Not once. Not ever. So drink up and then go get her." Ailsa took the first glass and tossed it back quickly filling the next.

"I never wanted this. I only wanted to be with you." Guy's voice began to crack. It was the truth. Right up to the point he saw Jane after the kiss with Ailsa. He took Jane to one side and said he had something important to tell her. Jane went into her handbag and gave him the pregnancy test. Ailsa slamming the fridge door brought Guy back to the present.

"Well man up and face your responsibilities Guy, because I am not going to be your excuse for running away from them." Ailsa took her glass and walked towards her room. "Don't think for one minute you can come in here either." She added slamming her bedroom door with a flourish.

Guy stood looking out of his living room window over London and knowing that his life would never be the same again or as good as it felt with Ailsa in his arms two hours ago. He looked at his phone. It had six missed calls from Jane. He slipped out of the party to tell Ailsa what had happened.

Guy sighed, finished his glass and made to return to Jane, away from Ailsa and the life he wanted towards the one he had accidentally created.

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