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I'll Remember	By : Mallie-3 Category: Dragon Ball Z > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1079 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I’ll Remember

Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or any of its characters. As other fan fiction writers have done plenty of times before me, I am simply barrowing the characters and playing with them.

Authors Note: Hi everyone, I am sorry if I offend anyone with this author’s note, and I apologize now in advance. I would like to point out a few things now so there are no more surprises in the future. Some of the Dragon Ball Z characters will be OOC! Surprise! That is the beauty of fan fictions! Also, Trunks was not killed, and if I choose to bring a child up in this fiction (which I hadn’t planned on) Trunks obviously would be the first child to be born ALIVE. If you do not like OOC at all, (like Mrs. Breifs and Dr. Briefs) please do not read my fiction if you are uncomfortable with it. I do not wish to distort your view of the characters you know and love. That being said, please know that I am the author of this particular fiction, and therefore I am going to write it how I see it happening.

With that small little rant out of the way, thank you for the reviews. They all put a huge smile on my face.

Ps. I hate Maron, sorry for all those who like her, but she annoys me. Unfortunately, I had to choose someone for Vegeta. But have no fear this is a B/V and they will get together! I am basing this story off of a song called “Someone Like You” by Adele. Those lyrics might help you with understanding the story line a little better.

Alright…I’m done…with that being said, and after scaring away some of my readers, please enjoy. ^_^

oOo

Sunday…

Bulma sat upon her comfy cushions of her couch and had her legs tightly pulled into her chest. She chewed nervously on the inside of her cheek as she watched the sky from her large spanning windows, which the curtains were pulled completely aside letting the late afternoon sun fill her penthouse with golden light and spanning shadows.

Two weeks had passed since that interesting moment at the restaurant. She was still processing the events. What shocked her most was actually being in front of him, looking upon his handsome face, and being in his arms. She was still disappointed in herself for the way she had reacted the moment she lifted her eyes, which immediately fell upon that emotionless face of his. She ran to the bathroom and like a pathetic fool, threw up in the toilet.

I am happy for you…

That was the only thing she could possibly say to the man she hadn’t seen in nearly six years. I am happy for you?

Really Bulma could you sound any more ridiculous?

The look upon his face as those words finally escaped her lips was priceless. She wasn’t at all surprised that he shot her a funny look. She shook her head, burying her hands deep in her light blue locks of hair as she placed her head between her knees.

That night Bulma called Yamcha and told him to stay at his apartments, because she needed alone time. She insisted it was because she needed to plan for the wedding, but she had barely looked at the flower displays her mother had picked out, and had yet to choose the one she liked. For now they were collecting dust under her living room coffee table.

Her hand clenched tighter, as she allowed her eyes to shift to large rock upon her ring finger, which was shimmering in the sun light. She let her hand ease up, and flattened it. She held it out and inspected the jewel carefully. Bulma snorted and pulled the ridiculous thing from her thin fingers. She clutched a tight fist around the ring, holding back the strong urge to chuck it across her living room and pray that it would never be found again. She hated what it symbolized. Not to mention she had her filthy hands upon it.

Bulma still couldn’t believe how obnoxiously open that woman of his was. To come up to her and grab her hand, speaking to her like she knew who she was. Well, technically many people knew of her, but she wasn’t close with her. She obviously didn’t know about the relationship she had with her new husband. If she did she was almost positive she wouldn’t have received the innocent conversation she was trying so desperately for.

Bulma pushed up from the couch as she heard the soft chimes of her cell coming from the kitchen counter. The touch screen lit up brightly and was slowly moving across the table top because of the strong vibrations caused by each ring. She reached out and slid her finger over the clear screen, answering the phone call.

“Yes, mother…” Bulma said completely unenthused.

“Well, good afternoon my lovely daughter, have you decided upon the bouquet you want yet? Have you seen that beautiful arrangement that is meant for the isle? Oh, they are just splendid. If only you would pick the colors you want for the bridesmaid’s dresses…no rush of course sweet heart.” Bulma’s ear was filled with laughter.

“Yes, they are quite fabulous. I still haven’t decided…because…I want this wedding to be perfect.” Bulma lied right through her teeth, which caused her jaw to clench tightly together. She was so glad her mother was not having this conversation with her in person.

“Oh Bulma dear, I am so glad you are coming around. Even though I am rather sad you haven’t decided on the flowers, the point of my call was to remind you of the appointment we have at The Icing at twelve PM sharp on Tuesday. We are going to have a look at cake designs and try some of the delicious cake flavors. The owner is completely closing down her shop for two hours just for us, isn’t that lovely of her? Your Cousin Donna’s cake was designed by her, do you remember?” Her mother rambled, which honestly cake wasn’t on her mind. It was that moment from the other day. Why did it haunt her so much?

“So, we are meeting on Tuesday at twelve PM in The Icing? I got it, mother. I will be there. You really are dead set on getting this wedding planned in a couple months aren’t you?” Bulma frowned deeply; growing rather agitated with her mother’s persistent behavior.

There was a long pause before Mrs. Briefs decided to answer her daughter, “Bulma, I want you to marry that boy. You have kept him waiting long enough.” The older woman’s tone had dropped a few levels, “Your father is starting to become impatient with you. You know how he can get. I am sure you have spoken with him not too long ago regarding your marriage, hm?” she asked her.

“I will be there. You don’t have to worry mother, you will get your damn wedding. I have learned long ago this isn’t about my happiness, but yours and fathers.” With that Bulma ended the phone call and roughly dropped her cell to the counter. It would only be a matter of time before her mother would be calling back, leaving her message after message about how terrible of a daughter she was. Honestly she was done hearing it. There was nothing more to say.

They knew what they were doing. They wanted her to marry for political reasons. This wasn’t about love, but about money and stability. Stability was great when it came to family, but she also believed in love, and that was something she was lacking in her relationship.

Bulma scrubbed her hands over her face a few times and looked up at the clock. It was nearly four PM. Glancing over her shoulder at the books that were laying under her coffee table, she let the thought of looking at them roll around in her mind. What better way to look at those god forsaken things, then to sit down at a coffee shop and enjoy a nice warm mocha, which would also offer her a nice jolt of energy.

Could she go there, the coffee shop that she hadn’t visited in about six years? The Coffee shop that she had completely avoided because of memories that never ceased to haunt her.

Come on Bulma…

She needed to get over it at some point. Bulma walked over to the coffee table and bent down, gripping the catalogues in her hands, “What the hell…?” she whispered.

Bulma walked to her kitchen table to pull her purse from the back of the chair and slip it over her shoulder. She fumbled for her penthouse key, slipped on her shoes, and headed for the door.

oOo

“That was a terrible movie…” Bulma chuckled softly and gripped the cool can of beer tightly in her hand, pulling back the tab, which caused a loud popping sound and took a small sip.

“Yea wasn’t anything special since it was like any other romance movie, but there were some good parts in it I guess…like the end.” Vegeta said in a soft tone, watching her carefully cup the beer in her hands, “You like beer?” he asked raising a brow.

Bulma took a slightly bigger drink, which caused her to cough instead, “Um, yea beer is alright. I usually drink wine though, but that was only with dinner.” Bulma shifted her gaze upon him, offering him an innocent smile, “So…I am still shocked you actually agreed to the chick flick,” Bulma chuckled seeing him shake his head.

“Yea, well consider yourself lucky. I don’t usually do that.” Vegeta pointed at her, leaning back in the grass upon his elbows as he tipped back the can to take a few swigs.

“Well, I am glad I was that one lucky girl.” Bulma smiled, “I had fun…I think that was the most fun I have had in a long time…” Bulma smiled softly, feeling a blush form upon her cheeks.

“Woman, if this is the most fun you have had in a long time, I feel sorry for you. You parents didn’t shelter you as a child did they?” Vegeta quirked an eyebrow, watching her annoyed features as soon as those words left his mouth.

“I was not sheltered, asshole. My parents wanted me to be brought up a certain way…” Bulma’s voice trailed off, but Vegeta then responded with a burst of laughter. His head was thrown back and he was not making eye contact with her, which pissed her off more.

“Yes…you’re spoiled…” Vegeta ceased his laughter and watched the blue haired woman a moment, “It’s alright. I was too. When you are born into a family with tons of money, there are no limits. They give their children everything they want, and well I wouldn’t change my life. I am glad I am going to take over my father’s business. I will run it and be one of the wealthiest business owners in the world.” He looked Bulma over and smirked, knowing just the right buttons to push.

“Wow, cocky like always. Just when I thought you had just an ounce of good in your, you end it with more cockiness.” Bulma chuckled, “As for you being the wealthiest…I am afraid you will have some serious competition. I am taking over my father’s business. I won’t make it easy for you Mr. Ouji.” Bulma extended her index finger, letting it glide up the front of his chest.

Vegeta smirked and watched the finger tracing over the front of his simple polo shirt. He cocked an eyebrow and gripped her wrist, “You know we could be partners…” he gave her wrist a quick yank, which closed the distance between their bodies.

Bulma sucked in a soft breath feeling his face just inches from hers. Her blue eyes slowly lowered, looking down at those well shaped lips of his, which were always in some sort of cocky expression, “My father would never allow that…don’t be silly.” Bulma forced a smile upon her lips, shifting her head and pulled away from him slightly.

“Bulma…” he finally said reaching out to grip her chin. His expression softened slightly as he looked her in the eyes.

“W-what?” Bulma asked softly allowing her eyes to be penetrated by those black orbs of his.

“You never told me your favorite part of the movie…” he said softly, allowing his lips to brush over the soft pink swells of her mouth.

Bulma’s lips parted a little wider feeling the soft brush of his warm mouth, causing her eyes to close, “I have…to agree with…you.” She said, feeling completely breathless.

“About?” he inquired, tracing the pad of his thumb over her jaw line.

“The end…” Bulma answered quicker this time, letting her lips close as his thumb traced the curve of her lips.

“Why?” he leaned in, allowing his heated breath to caress over her moistened lips.

“Because they lived happily ever after…” she replied.

Vegeta then cupped her face with both hands, tilting her head back and pressing his lips fully to hers and pulling her lush body upon his as he let his tongue push past her lips.

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Bulma stumbled to the side after being hit roughly in the shoulder by a passerby, which immediately caused the memory of her past to fade quickly. She blinked a few times, taking her eyes away from the large sign just above her favorite coffee shop.

Six years since she had stepped foot within this building, which it was because of the memories this place held. There were a lot of places she refused to go because of the memories. No matter, she was going to act like an adult and get over the childish tendencies. She would face her fears and just go. It couldn’t be that bad.

Bulma stepped in, which signaled a small bell to chime throughout the small cozy coffee shop. A woman came from the back and offered her a kind smile.

“Welcome to ‘The Bean’, I can help you whenever you’re ready.” She said in a happy tone.

Bulma offered her a smile and clutched her purse tightly to her side, “Can I get a Caramel mocha, please. Make sure there is extra whipped cream on top.” She smiled and pulled out her wallet, handing the cashier her card.

“Not a problem, it should be up in just a moment.” The woman smiled and offered her card back along with a receipt.

Bulma looked around taking in the atmosphere, which was so familiar yet so different. They had repainted the walls, added knew light fixtures, coffee artwork, and even a new menus. She was quite happy they had added more seating, which looked more comfortable.

Bulma took a seat upon a red chair with plush cushions and large arm rests. She smiled happily, placing the catalogs in her lap. She began to turn the pages, circling things she found beautiful, or just interesting to look at. She didn’t want the typical wedding. She wanted a nice wedding, but something that she could make her own. If only she was actually getting married because she wanted to, this process would be a lot easier.

“Miss, your mocha is ready.” She smiled over the high counters, placing a heat resistant slip around the disposable coffee cup and sliding it closer to the edge. Bulma stood up and cupped the warm coffee in her hands, taking a small sip being careful not to burn the tip of her tongue. She sat back in her chair and set the coffee upon the small end table close to her chair. Her attention was captured by the magazine that was placed carelessly upon the table top. It was a swimsuit magazine, and on the cover was none other than Maron.

There she was kneeling in the sand showing off those voluptuous curves of hers. What was she wearing? A bathing suit, that couldn’t be right. Bulma lifted it in her hand and flipped through the magazine getting to the couple of pages, which had an interview and even more seductive pictures that practically left nothing to the imagination. Lord, what did he see in this floozy? Bulma rolled her eyes and chuckled softly to herself, gripping her coffee cup and taking a sip.

The soft chime alerted her that another customer had walked in, but she couldn’t keep her eyes from the interview, which within it she spoke about her relationship. Maron seemed to have no decency when speaking about herself, which was about everything from her favorite food to her favorite sex position.

“What a sorry excuse for a woman…ugh,” Bulma tossed the magazine to the side.

Her eyes shifted to the counter to see a man wearing a black Gucci suit. His hands were in his pockets, and his eyes were searching the menu as he waited for his coffee to be prepared. Bulma’s eyes nearly bulged out their sockets when her line of vision fell upon that perfectly chiseled jawline, and the black ebony locks of hair that shot straight up in a flame style. She gasped softly and fumbled for the magazine, which she clutched in her hand. She pulled it up close to her face, hiding from him as she pretended to be flipping through the pages.

Then it donned on her, she was looking through a magazine with his wife plastered upon the front cover. She growled and threw it over her shoulder and stood up to fumble though the other magazines, which were placed in a wooden bin just feet from her chair.

Please don’t see me…please don’t see me…

“Well, well, I didn’t expect to see you here…” an amused voice said from behind her.

Just as soon as that voice hit her ears her body instantly shut down and tightened up in shock. She closed her eyes and pursed her lips, trying to maintain her composure.

Shit…he saw me…

Bulma turned slowly, letting the magazines slip from her grasp. She glanced over her shoulder, forcing herself to look shocked.

“Oh, hi…yes well I didn’t expect to see …you here either…” Bulma said awkwardly, brushing some of her loose hair behind her ear. She glanced down at her attire and softly cursed under her breath.

Sweat pants and a sweat shirt, really Bulma?

Bulma allowed her eyes to quickly take in his stunning appearance, which he looked absolutely fabulous in that suit. He finally had his coffee and he was walking to the chair that was planted next to the chair she had already claimed as her own.

“Do you mind?” he asked her before sitting upon the cushion, and sipping from his cup.

“No, not at all,” she said softly, sitting down as well and clutching the flower catalogues, which had been knocked out of her lap because of her brief moment of hysteria.

There was nothing said, after he sat down and got comfortable and she surely wasn’t about to strike up a conversation. Bulma tried to concentrate on the arrangements, circling with her pen and jotting down her own notes on coloring and decorations for added flavor. Taking a deep breath she let her head drop to the side, which was casually supported by her thumb and index finger. She glanced up a brief moment only to have those soul piercing eyes watching her every move. Bulma quickly looked down and felt a blush form upon her cheeks, which made it stand out more when she lowered her head to hide the pink hue forming over her pale cheeks.

“You haven’t changed…” he teased leaning forward in his chair.

Bulma shot her eyes up, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You blush like a young girl, just like you used to. It is quite interesting. I thought after all these years you would have…grown up a bit more.” He placed the rim of his cup to his lips.

Bulma’s eyes narrowed, “Well, at least I haven’t changed; too bad I can’t say the same for you. You look like you have aged ten years.” She shot back, which she didn’t mean a word of it.

Vegeta placed a hand to his chest as a loud chuckle escaped his lips, “I didn’t mean to offend you…you always had a temper.” He smirked and continued to watch her.

“Yes, and you always knew how to push my buttons.” She glared at him, “and you can stop staring, has anyone ever told you that it’s rude?” she blinked a few times and situated herself.

“Preparing for the big day, huh? Yamcha Ichihara, the great lawyer…” Vegeta said sarcastically and shook his head.

“Yes, I am preparing for my wedding, as for my husband to be…what is wrong with him? He is a wonderful lawyer. I find him very interesting, reliable, and handsome.” She shot back, flipping her hair.

Lies…

They were lies…did he know?

“Well, I think there are plenty of better men out there?” he raised a brow and set his coffee down, crossing his arms over his chest.

Bulma glanced up, “I happen to care a lot for Yamcha, and I couldn’t think of anyone better as a husband.” She said defending herself to the very end even though it was a huge lie.

After a few moments of silence, he dropped a bomb.

“You care for him, but do you love him?” his dark eyes widened slightly as if taunting her.

“What kind of a question is that? I am marrying him aren’t I?” Bulma said harshly.

“Alright, so answer my question. Do you love him?” he prodded once more adding on the grand finale, “Or is this your father’s doing?”

She sucked in a harsh breath feeling an overwhelming sense of anxiety hit her head on.

You disgust me. You let daddy influence you that much?

Those words echoed through her mind and burned her very soul like a blazing wild fire. She shot up and slung her purse strap over her shoulder comfortably. Her eyes immediately filled with tears as her emotions took control. She shifted her eyes toward him and pursed her lips tightly.

“Fuck you, Vegeta.” She shot at him before walking quickly for the exit. She stepped outside feeling her tears threating to seep over the lashes and stream down her cheeks.

“Bulma…” a voice called to her, which right then she knew he was coming after her.

Bulma started to jog away as she heard him coming up quickly on her, but it was too late. His large hand closed around her upper arm and yanked her back. Bulma violently lashed around and swung at him.

“What is your problem? I haven’t spoken to you in nearly six years… May I remind you that you told me to leave you alone.” she sneered and took a few steps back, which Vegeta immediately help up his hands and kept a calm expression upon his features.

“Woman, I didn’t mean for you to think the question was a personal attack.” He said softly, “I was just curious…”

“Why? You haven’t been curious about me for the past six year! Six years, Vegeta…” her voice softened near the end.

“I know…it has been a long time, I was just shocked to see you. I figured we both had grown up some since the last time we spoke. I figured I could speak to you like normal adults do, but obviously not.” His frown deepened.

“You were teasing me,” she whispered, pausing a moment to watch the expression on his face, which gave away his intensions, “Fine…let me ask you something.” She said as she moved out of the way for those who were walking down the side walk.

“Fine…ask.” He moved to the side of the building, standing right in front of her, looking down upon her small frame.

“Do you love Maron?” she asked softly, tilting her head back and looking him straight in the eye.

His dark eyes shifted over her face, as if studying her a moment. He hadn’t answered, and he was standing there as if trying to figure out what to say to her. The seconds went by without an answer and finally he spoke.

“I care for her, but I don’t love her…” he admitted.

Bulma chuckled softly, “I see, so were you teasing me because you aren’t happy with your relationship? Is that how you make yourself feel better? Let me guess you tell her you love her...” she said giving him a look of disgust.

“I was just asking, but you clearly can’t handle a simple question. It obviously bothers you because any normal person wouldn’t have reacted in the way you just did…” he pointed out.

Bulma looked down and crossed her arms tightly over her chest, “Don’t you have to get back to your wife?” she said letting a soft breath escape her nose.

“No, she is out of the country on a photo-shoot. She won’t be back for a couple weeks.” He said plainly, shrugging his shoulders. He shifted his eyes back in her direction, “So, are you going to answer my question?”

Bulma lifted her eyes, “It was nice seeing you. I need to go…” she said turned from him and walking in the opposite direction leaving him completely alone on the side of the building. He watched her make her way down the sidewalk until she disappeared out of sight.

oOo

Her eyes fluttered open as she felt a rough fingertip caress down the length of her nose. Bulma smiled softly and stretched her limbs. Her body felt well relaxed even though there was a dull aching between her thighs. She rolled to her side, only to feel his warm lips upon her shoulder, nipping gently.

“Woman…” he whispered in her ear, placing a soft kiss upon it.

“Mmm…” she replied shifting slightly to look upon his handsome face.

“How are you feeling?” he asked running a hand over the naked flesh of her flat stomach, causing her muscles to tense.

“I feel…very good actually.” Bulma blushed remembering the events that occurred the night before.

They had gone out in celebration of her twenty-first birthday. He got her a few drinks, had dinner and he surprised her with a Tiffany’s bracelet, which she fell in love with then and there. Her whole evening with him was wonderful. It was one of the best birthday’s she had. She spent it with the man she…

Loved…

She had given up her virginity to him that night. He had been sweet and very slow with her. He took pleasure in her body, but also showed her the pleasure he could give to her in return.

Those hands…

That tongue...

His…

Bulma looked down her slim body to see he settled between her parted thighs. His hands gripped her wrists and placed them over her head and slowly grinded his lower half against her core, stimulating her.

Bulma closed her eyes, feeling waves of pleasure ripple through her body. Her lips parted allowing a soft sensual moan escape her swollen lips.

“Bulma…” he whispered against her lips.

“What?” she whispered back.

“Bulma…” he said again, which caused her eyes to open in confusion.

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“Bulma…” Mrs. Briefs knocked on her daughter’s office door, causing her daughter to jump.

Bulma blinked a few times and straighten her blouse. She lifted her eyes toward her mother and smiled, “Hi mother,” she said in a mono tone.

“Oh goodness, you weren’t sleeping were you?” her mother clicked her tongue and walked around her daughter’s office inspecting each plant, curtain, and piece of furniture. She had a Prada bag in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

“Mom, you can’t smoke in here…and what are you doing? We don’t have to meet until tomorrow.” Bulma began to flip through some of the papers upon her desk.

“Does it look like I care if I can or cannot smoke in here?” she pursed her lips, looking her daughter over, “Bulma fix your hair…you look like an absolute mess.” she replied with a look of annoyance upon her features.

Bulma reached up and ran her fingers over the flips of hair, which had most likely been tussled around when she fell asleep upon her desk. She glared at her mother, “Mom, I have a lot of work to do.”

Mrs. Briefs chuckled softly, “Yes obviously…” she walked to the office door, “I was just stopping by to say hello, I am meeting your father for lunch, would you like to come?” she asked her daughter who was now standing.

“No thanks mom, I am not hungry. I will eat later. I will see daddy later as well. Have a good time,” she smiled and closed the office door behind her, glad to see her mother only stopped in and didn’t insist on talking about everything she bought on her outing. She hated when she was in those moods, and of course Bulma was forced to listen.

By the time she got down with a few documents she was going over it was nearly 2 pm. Bulma then finally left for lunch, she had been cooped up in her office all day looking over paperwork for the company. There were business meetings she was preparing for in the near future and as of late it seemed that she was up to her eyeballs in work.

She grabbed a sandwich from her favorite mom and pop store not too far from the office building. It was close enough to walk, and she actually enjoyed getting a little fresh air on her lunch breaks. It helped her clear her mind, and lately she was doing a lot of mind clearing.

How did that happen? Not seeing him in six years, and now she had ran into him on two different occasions. Of course the second meeting was a complete failure. He most likely hated her even more than he did before. She honestly felt terrible for speaking to him the way she did.

Before she knew it she was standing in front of Ouji Corporation, which was located not far from Capsule Corporation. She took in a slow shaky breath and approached the front doors.

The inside had not changed a bit since she had last been inside, which had been a very long time. There was new furniture, but barely anything had changed. There was a new receptionist that much she could tell.

“I am sorry to bother you, but can you point me to the office of the vice president? I don’t have an appointment, but I am an…old friend of his.” She tried to explain.

“You are Bulma Briefs aren’t you?” the young woman smiled and looked her over.

Bulma put an index finger to her lips and nodded, “Yes, but I need to speak to him regarding…business.” She tried to make up something. That was the last thing she needed was for the newspapers to be all over her case about being seen with Mr.Ouji. That would be a terrible mess.

“Not a problem Miss. Briefs. Let me check, one second.” The woman dialed a number on the dial pad and waited patiently for someone to pick up, “Mr. Ouji there is a woman here to see you. Bulma Briefs I believe it is…oh…ok…sure I will send…ok…I’ll send her up.” She smiled and hung up, “He is on the top floor. Once out of the elevator walk all the way down, make a left and there will be double doors at the end of the hall way. You can’t miss it. There are only two offices up there, which the other belongs to his father. Just remember to turn left.” She nodded and smiled at the blue haired woman.

“Thank you…” she chuckled and made her way to the elevator.

Of course she followed the extremely simple directions and stepped out of the elevator doors and walked up to the double doors located at the end of the small piece of hallway, just after her left turn. Bulma raised a hand to knock, but he had already opened the door and motioned her in.

“What are you doing here?” he asked her, shooting her a look of confusion, “Do you want to get us in trouble? The newspapers would be crawling over Capsule Corp, and fly up my ass if anyone were to catch wind that you were here.” He growled and ran a hand in a nervous motion through his ebony locks.

“First I wish to apologize for my rude behavior the other day. Secondly, the answer is…no,” she said softly, gripping the strap of her purse.

“What?” his eyebrows knitted together slightly.

“You asked for an answer and I have given it to you…” she said softly, “That answer is, no, I do not love him.”

oOo

Thank-you for reading, now remember to review!

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