Amy’s POV
I couldn’t shake off the hurt feeling I was having, and added to that came the fear. I really had no idea how to handle the whole situation anymore.
Everything that seemed so easy during this vacation and now everything came slowly crumbling down again.

I had enjoyed my time with Brian too much, I had become way too close to him and now I was paying the price!
Had I really thought I could just shut off everything and behave like this was nothing?
And why did I hope that I still could?!
Because right now showed very clearly - I couldn’t!

I downed another shot and closed my eyes, let the liquid burn down my throat, and realized, this is where everything started at a bar, the alcohol flowing… and then… next morning I was married.

Maybe I shouldn’t be drinking now, seeing what it got me, but then… how could I drown out the feelings brewing inside of me if not with alcohol?
I sighed and held my hand up signing for another drink.

I sat alone at the bar, had found a moment when no one paid attention to me and sneaked off.
I couldn’t play the happy wife / friend right now, it was not working, it hadn’t been running enough alcohol down my throat for that, maybe later on it would be working.

And why did Brian’s voice keep on mocking me“It will be okay, you know that right? You were barely recognizable. They will never know who you are”

Isn’t that nice, my husband was glad no one knew who his wife is, he is afraid being seen with me in the open, because there were pictures on the internet already, and him being famous added to them trying to find out who I really was…

They would dig up dirt and they would all know I married Brian on a drunken night and that we would divorce right after, because it was a mistake…
They would all know he never would have chosen someone like me as his wife if he wasn’t drunk, well that was a feeling that just called for more alcohol, wasn’t it?!

I signaled again and the waiter gave me a small wink setting the bottle of whiskey in front of me, but then shook his head as if thinking better of it.
“I better keep the bottle close to me, or I won’t get the chance to see you again” He said and smiled, but I didn’t really reply just signaled to my glass to let the air out of it and he nodded and filled it back up.

So since I was already thinking about the whole talk from earlier, why not think about the fact that not only Brian was ashamed of me being seen with him, which freaking hurt more than I imagined, let’s also face the fact that the whole world knew my drunken mistake.

I was pushed into the limelight I never wanted to be in… So much to a quiet divorce afterwards, I guess that wouldn’t be happening now, would it?!

“Amy?” I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around seeing Brian standing there “I was searching for you, come on we are at the table all together… What are you doing here all alone?” He asked as if nothing had happened and I closed my eyes, only his hand on my arm, let goosebumps rise on my skin and his deep voice so close made me think of things I shouldn’t be thinking about.

But instead of really answering or discussing with him, I just hopped of the bar stool, and threw my bottle of Jack a longing look but then decided it would be best not to be alone with Brian right now.

The rest of the night went by pretty quick, I sat next to Zack and Johnny, while Brian and Matt sat opposite of us, I felt Brian’s eyes on me most of the time, but whenever I looked at him he looked away, what was wrong with the whole situation?! Or was the alcohol just adding to it?

I tried to shrug it off, but I knew as soon as we were back in the hotel I would be alone with him and I knew that he would act completely different again then, too.
Like when he planned to take a bath with me, and then when his friends were around he acted different, why couldn’t we both agree on not being this close anymore?!
Not one way this, the other way that, that was freaking confusing as hell and I couldn’t deal with it!

He was the one taking his distance first and I silently agreed. He was indeed right with that, and we should be prepared right?! And when I wanted to do as he seemed to suggest, he threw everything over board and kissed me like nothing changed?!

“Amy?” Brian’s voice roused me from my thoughts again, “This is our floor” He said and I realized the door from the elevator was open and the rest waited for us to get out.
I hadn’t even realized when Sara got out or why Matt was looking pissed off but I had enough problems of my own right now.

Brian put the hand on the small of my back and guided me to our room. He opened the door and when we were inside he pulled me into his body, his lips immediately on my throat kissing, licking and sucking.

My knees were getting weak and when I just thought about putting the distance between us, he was doing something like this again, god how… why…

His arms were holding me up and his lips more demanding, he turned me around in his arms and his lips crashed down on mine.
“God.. Amy… It’s so hard to stay away” Brian murmured in between the kisses and I frowned, why was he saying something like that now?!

At least it gave me enough strength to pull away from him so I left him standing there while I headed to the bathroom. I needed distance, he was clouding my mind, with his cologne, with his touches, lips and just him being near made me lose all rational thought, how did he do that?!

I leaned over the sink and put some water on my face when the door suddenly opened and Brian stood in the doorway, he looked confused and angry.

“Why are you running away from me all evening? Don’t think I didn’t notice, okay?!” He demanded and just walked in without hesitation, but I was not in the mood for this right now.
“I’m not running away, can you now please leave me alone.” I said and turned to the mirror, getting rid of the make-up but then felt Brian’s hands on my hips, I haven’t even heard him move.

“Look at me” He turned me around and I stared into his face, his brown eyes looked confused and his features softened a little.
“What is going on? Why do you avoid me? Didn’t we say we want to enjoy the days of our marriage and vacation?” Brian asked and I sighed.

“Well… I think the avoiding part went both ways, didn’t it? You just made it clearer that your friends shouldn’t and wouldn’t see us, right? But you were right about it, weren’t you? This will be over soon and we should begin to realize that, right?” I asked and finally my temper got the better of me.

“What? Fuck No! I.. I just don’t want my friends to get the wrong idea, you just don’t know how they can get… And.. Amy, we still have a few days… I want to spend those days withyou! You have to admit we had so much fun together, and of course it will all different when we get back, but then you will be back to your known surroundings and I will get back to mine. I mean it will automatically fall back into place, don’t you think?” Brian asked, he didn’t look too convinced himself but then put a smile on his face as if wanting to convince me anyway and I had to think about that.
He kinda had a point there, didn’t he? When we wouldn’t see us anymore and I was back in my job, my world, then he couldn’t have this effect on me anymore, right?

“Amy?” Brian’s soft voice sounded in my ear and I just realized that he had pulled me out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom.
He sat me down on the bed and lifted my leg up, he helped me out of the shoes and then unzipped my dress, god… why couldn’t I be stronger?!

“And… and…” I knew I wanted to ask him about the picture and about the “quiet” divorce but somehow when I wanted to say the words, they just slipped from my mind and maybe I didn’t want to hear him say, that he was glad no one saw us together, or that I couldn’t be recognized.

I didn’t want to be hurt from his words even more then I already was, I tried to push that away from me, but maybe that was a good thing, teaching me a lesson that this really was nothing more than 4 more days of fun and then never seeing each other again.

Was Brian even thinking about anything like this? Or was he really just thinking about the fun he was having and that I was out of his life after that, probably even happy when it was done…

The kisses that Brian placed on my shoulder and back were making sure that my alcohol induced brain went on holidays for the rest of the night and wouldn’t be thinking about anything else then the state I was in right now.
Matt’s POV
This little witch was really testing me tonight, not only that she had tested me before we went to the club, she had tried to pull away from me with every chance she got.
But then when we were at the club and she looked sexy as sin she was driving me fucking insane… and not insane with fucking!

I knew I would get her; I knew she wanted me as badly as I wanted her, but she was harder to get then I thought.
Normally my dimples and playing the nice part or the demanding part, depending on the woman, it always got me to what I wanted, but now… she just slipped from my grip every fucking time.

When I saw her dancing in the club I had watched her closely my eyes on her like a predator on his prey. I scanned her moves, I saw her smiles, the carefree laughs and the joy she seemed to feel, but when her eyes even shortly met mine, her face clouded over and that frown or even the narrowed eyes appeared, leaving me in the place where I didn’t like to be, the place where I felt left out.

I just couldn’t understand how she didn’t get what I was doing, I mean she must understand that I couldn’t be with her like I used to before the rest of the band showed up. They would just imagine things that weren’t there, they wouldn’t get what Sara and I had and would just put things into it that weren’t there, and especially after Val they would probably even scare Sara away!

I couldn’t let that happen, so I better play the part of distance and when I got the chance I would strike, she would understand if she would finally give me the chance to explain and to talk to her and not fucking avoid me at all costs.

When we stood back in the hotel in the elevator I couldn’t keep the smirk of my face, now she couldn’t be going anywhere, she was mine and I would take what was mine!
God, I was so hot for her, all the dancing and showing that much skin in the club with that little dress of hers had me going wild, I wished I could have just grabbed her and fucked her against the next wall, but I couldn’t…

Now, I would grab her carry her to our bed throw her down, pin her there and ravish her, punish her for the way she made me feel, the way she made me ache all night and day long!
She would see what her avoiding tactics would get her!

But then the doors opened and she slipped from my hands again, dragging Johnny along with her and saying she wasn’t done with drinking!
I couldn’t believe my eyes, just before the doors closed I saw her looking straight at me, sticking her tongue out!
What was this? Kindergarten?! What the fuck!

I fumed with rage and was debating with myself if I should be going down there and really act caveman style and throw her over my shoulder or if I should behave like a normal human being and get back to our room and wait there until she would finally make up her mind and come back apologizing, because this behavior surely was ridiculous, right?!

I haven’t realized that I was now the only one in the elevator, and was still standing at the wrong floor, so Sanders, what to do next?!
Getting back down and dragging her off, teaching her the lesson she deserved or should I wait for her to come to me?!

I punched the button to our floor so that decision was made, at least for now.
I went to our room and got out of the dress shirt, I pushed down my dark jeans and put on a wife beater and sweatpants. I thought she would fall for the fancy look, at least as fancy as my wardrobe was, but she didn’t, so now I would go back to normal and wait.

I sat down on the bed, I bet she was just having a final drink to piss me off and then would come back crawling to me…

I tapped my foot on the floor waiting, have I mentioned before that I wasn’t good at waiting and that my patience had a very thin line?
I didn’t?
Because now my patience had already reached its limit!

I started to get up and let my eyes wander to the clock, it was past two, I waited for over a fucking hour now!
But what if something happened? I quickly pulled my phone out and had a look at it, when I realized I couldn’t even call her because I didn’t have her number… or she couldn’t call me.

How could we not think about that before now!? But it would be over when the vacation was over anyway, so why bother, right?!
But what if…
I should talk to her about that tomorrow… oh no today, because it was already early fucking morning!

At three in the morning I had enough! I had really fucking enough, now the caveman in me won, and I pushed the door open, I went down the stairs, trying to use the time to calm down a little bit, but that wasn’t working at all.

When I reached the bottom floor I looked around the area trying to see where Sara would be now, at the bar she wasn’t sitting, so where was she?!

I heard some loud laughing and then Johnny’s voice, that fucking asshole was really here the entire time! He took away the time I could have with Sara, damn him he would hear something from me tomorrow, that stupid fuck-
No, if I would be having a talk with him tomorrow about the fact that he took Sara from me, he knew there was something more going on…

Shit! This situation was as fucked up as it could get. I was wondering how Brian and Amy were handling everything? I had seen him acting different as well, did Amy get what was happening better then Sara? Or was something else behind all this?
Should I have a talk with Brian tomorrow?

“Sara? Hey… Sara?” I heard Johnny’s voice which brought me back to the here and now.
“You didn’t just fall asleep again, did you?” He said again and that’s when I approached their table.
“What? I.. Oh look who is here… where is the shirt, Mister?” Sara slurred, her eyes glazed over and unfocused, even though I knew she was talking to me.

She patted my stomach and then let her hand run over it, as if she liked what she was feeling there, “Hmm.. nice abs… still a shame you put the shirt away, you looked handsome tonight… not that you don’t look handsome every other night, but that-” She was rambling on and I looked over to Johnny, lifting my eyebrow, while Sara kept on letting her hands run over me.

“She wanted to drink… I drank with her… but I think she reached her limit… She even fell asleep two times, but still she was insisting on staying” Johnny shrugged and I narrowed my eyes “And you didn’t think about bringing her to her room, maybe?” I asked a little annoyed, and then Sara’s arms slung around my neck, her body pressed to mine and she was whispering things in my ear I wished she had been whispering hours ago in the club, because now I couldn’t take advantage of the stage she was in, even though it was really really tempting, especially since her hand landed on my crotch and she squeezed.

“Fucking hell, Sara!” I muttered and quickly lifted her in my arms “I will bring her to bed” I shot a last look at Johnny and he nodded “I’ll pay and head in too… See you two tomorrow! Was fun Sara! We need to do that again” He yelled and I could only reply “Over my dead fucking body” and didn’t let me be interrupted while walking with a struggling Sara in my arms towards the elevator.

“Why are you carrying me? I can perfectly walk on my own” She slurred and tried to push away from me, apparently now really getting what was happening, but that wouldn’t get her far anyway.
I had tight hold on her little body and when she seemed to realize her efforts were for nothing, her eyes even closed.

“Yeah right…” I told her with a small smile, god she was cute like that… even completely drunk she had something on her that made me just smile.

“I am mad at you, you know” She slurred again, and now her head rest on my chest, her eyes never opened again, just her soft voice could be heard.
“Why?” I asked curiously, wanting to really hear what she had to say, even though she would probably not remember any of our talk in the morning.

“You pushed me away… see how your own medicine tastes like? Sucks, huh?!” Sara’s words got quieter and quieter I nearly couldn’t hear.

“I didn’t push you away?! When did I do that?” I asked confused and she shook her head huffing out air “You don’t even know… you didn’t even remember my name… why bother anyway…” She said and snuggled closer to me and when I reached the door to our room I sighed.

I opened the door and closed it with my foot, I softly undressed Sara and put a blanket over her body, I crawled into the bed beside her and pulled her into my body, at least holding her I could do tonight.

I had imagined this whole evening to go completely different, but she just left me with confusing thoughts and nothing else…

“We will have a serious talk tomorrow, sweetie... no getting away from me, I promise you that” I whispered in her ear before placing a final kiss to her temple and then closing my eyes, ending the day or rather night!

Notes

Amy is trying to take some distance to make the goodbye easier, while Sara is getting drunk of her ass again to do about the same... Good choices, right?

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