**Heheheh I'm SPOILING you all!! This chapter is going to make you guys SHIT YOUR PANTS!**

Roxie's POV

I had to applaud myself for being able to avoid every single person in that house after that God-forsaken dinner was over. Waylon had repeatedly tried to seek me out, but I thankfully always saw him before he saw me, which made it so I could disappear just in time.

Now here I was, sitting on the ledge of their temperature-controlled pool, wearing only a flimsy tank top to cover all my goodies, at three-thirty in the morning. Was it probably a really stupid idea to even think about going skinny dipping right now? Absolutely. Was I still going to do it? You bet your ass I was.

I pulled the cotton material over my head and flung it somewhere behind me before letting my hair out of the braid it'd been in all day. My long locks cascaded down my back and just barely touched the floor I was seated on. I kicked the water around with my toes and lifted myself by my arms to dunk into the water.

"I'm pretty sure pool hours are over," came a deep, raspy voice. I yelped in shock and surprise while dropping myself back down onto the ledge. I quickly crossed my arms over my chest to cover my breasts.

"Shh! You're going to wake everyone else up!" he hissed quietly before doing the last thing I wanted him to do; flipping the light switch on and bathing the area in light. I bet I looked like a deer in headlights staring at his face. His own eyes widened comically seconds later. He glanced down at my shirt - which was conveniently lying right at his feet - and then back up to me. Since I was turned to the side, all he saw was a pretty decent amount of side boob and ass, something I was thankful for.

"Shit, I didn't know you were...I thought...why are you naked?" he asked as his chest rose and fell rapidly, looking as if he were unable to take his eyes off of my body. Doing the only thing I could think of, I slid off the ledge and dropped into the water. I stayed suspended, unmoving for a few seconds before finally kicking my legs to propel my head above water once again. I gasped loudly before gripping the edge of the pool with my hands. I rested my chin on the ledge between them, just staring at him.

This was the first time I'd made eye contact with him since the breakup four years ago. This was the first time I'd stopped and truly heard him speak to me since then. It hurt so much more than I thought it would.

It wasn't just a small sting or a weight on my chest; it was an all-consuming and whole-body ache. Just from one look at those baby blues, every memory he and I ever shared came rushing back to me. He'd grown so muscular since I'd left. I think he might've even doubled in size, actually. His haircut was different, more mature than it used to be. It suited him for his age. And that beard. Fuck, that beard! I'd always asked him to grow out his facial hair; I knew it would make him look absolutely fuckable.

And I was so incredibly right.

He moved to take a seat on one of the lounge chairs closest to me, slightly stumbling over his own feet as he'd still yet to take his eyes off of me.

"Why have you been avoiding me?" he rasped out, leaning over to rest his elbows on his knees while watching me carefully. I scoffed before craning my head back to look up at the stars in the sky.

God, give me strength.

Mom, give me courage.

"Quite frankly, you're the last person I'd ever choose to speak or associate with if you want my honest answer," I sneered out, fighting back the tears that were already burning my eyes.

"Rox-"

"God, Jedrek, just stop!" I growled, finally leveling him with my gaze. "Just. Stop. I can't and don't want to have this conversation right now. Okay? Can you just respect that and go the hell away?" I demanded. "Throw me my shirt, please," I asked, but my tone made it more of an order.

"Not until you fucking talk to me!" he growled back, his voice rising as he stood. Does he honestly think I'll just hang out here and let him speak to me as if he hadn't pulverized my fucking heart already? Fuck that shit, I don't care that much about modesty. Besides, he's seen every inch of my body plenty of times before.

"Fuck you," I spat, hoisting myself out of the pool in all my glory and storming up to him. I snatched my shirt off the ground and pulled it on with a little difficulty due to my dripping wet body. I briefly glanced at him with every intention of storm off, but the look in his eyes had me rooted in place; they were near-black pools of lust. His chest heaved up and down as he stalked the rest of the way towards me like a predator does its prey. My own breathing sped up to match his as my heart raced in my chest.

"When did you get your nipples pierced?" he breathed out, his voice like gravel.

"Jedrek," I whispered, warning him with my eyes. He licked his lips, coming so close I could smell his cologne. He still used the one I bought him as a Christmas gift all those years ago.

"Say my name again," he growled out, so low and husky I could just barely understand what he was saying. My body grew hot all over as I swallowed audibly, knowing exactly what was going to happen if I abided by his request.

I was definitely going to hell...

"Jedrek," I whispered, just loud enough for him to hear me. His response was instantaneous. His hands reached out and jerked me against his body by my hips as his lips descended upon my own. I gasped softly, causing him to take advantage and allow his tongue to seek out my own. We both moaned at the same time, the vibration flowing throughout my body and causing my nipples to peak from arousal as they brushed against his chest - the only barrier being my damp tank top.

I knew what was happening was wrong. It was so, so wrong...so why did it feel so right? I hadn't felt this alive in such a long time. My body buzzed under his skillful hands and tongue. Finally breaking away for air, he began trailing kisses down my neck, finding and sucking on the one sensitive spot just below my ear.

How did he remember exactly where it was?

My body turned to putty in his arms as my conscious screaming at me to stop started to become quieter and quieter. His hand traveled down my back and to my ass where he grabbed a handful and squeezed before recapturing my lips. I sucked on his tongue like it was my favorite candy as he grunted in reply. When I felt his cock pressing up against my stomach, hard as a rock, I finally slapped back into reality. I shoved him away from me, catching him completely off guard. He looked at me quizzically, his lips swollen and red from our previous actions. I had no doubt mine looked the same.

I slapped my hand over my mouth, absolutely disgusted with myself and what I'd just allowed myself to do. I could see the reality of the situation finally hit him as well. He stumbled back a few steps and ran his hands over his face. Why didn't he look as regretful as I felt?

"Fuck," he hissed before beginning to pace. I took advantage of him being lost in his thoughts and dashed back into the house. I ran all the way to my room without looking back. I shut the door quietly and locked it before backing away as if it would explode at any second.

What have I done?

**

I didn't sleep a single wink for the rest of the night. I kept rolling around in bed, my stomach upset from how horrible and guilty and disgusting I felt. Disgusting because I loved it and wanted it to happen again and again and again and...

My head was pounding with a headache from overthinking, something that I knew wasn't going to change anytime soon. I was about to flop back down in bed and allow myself to mope for the rest of the day, but a knock at my bedroom door came seconds later.

"Roxanne, you've got a visitor," came Sandra's annoying voice. She sounded curious, though, which made me curious. Visitor? I slumped over to the door before cracking it open. My head jerked back and my eyes widened in surprise as I saw Milo standing right next to my step-monster.

"Hi, baby," he purred before pushing my door the rest of the way open and leaning down to peck my lips. I was so shocked I couldn't even react. What the fuck was he doing here?!

"Thanks so much for escorting me up here, Mrs. Spalding, but I think I can handle it from here. My girl and I have some catching up to do if you know what I mean," he said saucily before winking and slamming the door in her face. I still had no idea what to say as I stood there completely awestruck that Milo was actually here.

"Don't worry, sweets, you can thank me later," he chuckled while dropping his stuff on the floor and belly-flopping onto my bed. "Damn, this thing is really soft," he mused while getting comfortable.

"Milo, what the fuck are you doing here?" I whisper-yelled just in case Sandra was still at the door eavesdropping. I really wouldn't put it past her.

"I'm being the best friend and boss you've ever had and will ever have. Now, we only have about five minutes at most before lover boy comes up here in a rage. Hurry up and strip," he ordered, rummaging around in his bag for a few seconds before tossing me a silk robe that usually occupied the dressing rooms at Rouge.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" I screeched as quietly as I could.

"Oh, don't be so modest. I've seen you naked numerous times before at the club. Besides, as I've said before, you're not my type - no offense," he added with a playful smile, brushing off the slight insult he'd just tossed my way.

"That's not what I was talking about!" I growled, aggravated that he was avoiding the topic.

"Oh, yes, that. What I mean is, I met everyone when I arrived - including Jedrek. I was interrogated on who I was exactly and you should've seen the glare he sent me when I said we were dating. If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under already. Now, hurry up and get this thing on. If Sandra is anything like what you've told me, she'll go spill the beans that we're about to fuck and your knight in shining armor will be up here in seconds to stop it from happening," he explained expertly. I still stood there, unsure of what the hell to make of everything he'd just said. I didn't start doing as told until he began trying to undress me himself.

"I got it, I got it!" I snapped before smacking his hands away and stripping down. I quickly shrugged on the silk robe and tied the knot in front just as a knock came to my bedroom door for the second time today.

"Showtime, babycakes," Milo whispered just loud enough for me to hear as he ripped his shirt off and undid the button and zipper on his jeans, the tops of his briefs peeking through. He rubbed his hands together before pulling the door open, coming face to face with Jedrek - just like he'd predicted.

"Hey man, can I help you? We're a little busy," Milo said with a short chuckle, obviously trying to get under Jedrek's skin while playing dumb.

"Her dad wants to know if she's bought a gift for the wedding yet," he ground out, clenching and unclenching his jaw. Deciding it was my turn to make an appearance, I loosened the knot around my waist a little and pulled the fabric apart just enough so the amount of skin I was showing was ever so slightly past the point of cheeky.

"What's wrong?" I asked, walking up behind Milo and wrapping my hand around his bicep in what would appear to be an affectionate embrace. I thought Jedrek was going to blow a fucking gasket as he ground his teeth and balled his hands up into fists.

"If you haven't bought a wedding gift, your father is requesting you go with us to purchase one. We're leaving in ten minutes," he reiterated, staring at me intensely. I finally had to look away as my heart began to pitter-patter. Being this close to him and not being able to have him made it hard to breathe.

"I'm not buying you a goddamn wedding gift, Jedrek. I'm pretty sure you can afford your own fucking toaster," I hissed angrily before turning and storming off to the bathroom. Well, that didn't help the 'I've moved on' facade. Just him merely mentioning this stupid wedding had my stomach rolling with nausea. This was going to be the worst two-ish weeks of my life.

"She's probably just close to getting her period, she always gets like this. You know how it is, women," I heard Milo try and jokingly play off my outburst.

"The fuck did you just say about her?" I heard Jedrek growl back.

"Chill man, I was just joking around. We'll be down in a few minutes," Milo snapped back defensively before I heard the door shut.

"God, Roxie, you've got it bad," Milo stated knowingly while rubbing his hand up and down my back as I cradled my face in my hands.

"I know," I cried softly, feeling more pathetic than I ever had.

"I don't think I've ever seen two people pine after one another so badly. This is worse than any soap opera I've ever seen," he joked, clearly trying to help lift my mood, but it just wasn't working. I knew that nothing would except for leaving this fucking place and getting as far away from him as I could.

"C'mon. I'm here for emotional support now. Also, you, me, Khloe, and Ivy will be Facetiming tonight as well. We're going to get you through this, okay?" he insisted while pulling my hands away from my face. I just nodded, unable to get any words out of my mouth. "Good. Now, let's get you dressed and go fuck around at the mall. There's nothing I want more right now than to irritate miss Sandra," Milo said, pronouncing her name dramatically. I giggled, thankful that I had him here with me and that I wouldn't be going into this alone anymore.