After mixing a few tracks in the studio, Justin took a break and walked out to the hall.  Pulling his cell phone from his pocket, he dialed the number to Michelle's apartment.  After the fourth ring, her answering machine kicked in.  Letting out a sigh, Justin flipped his phone shut.

"Is anything wrong?"  Trace asked, walking up behind him.

"No.  Just trying to get in touch with Michelle.  I wanted to see if she was going to be able to make it to the club tonight."

"Well she said she had things to do today.  She's probably out.  Why don't you call her cell?"

"I thought I had it stored in my cell, but I guess I don't.  I have it written down somewhere at home though."

"Well that isn't going to do you any good right now."

"I know.  I already left her a message at her place, so I'm sure once she gets it she'll call."

"Yeah.  I'm sure she'll show up though.  Come on.  The sooner we get this track fixed, the sooner we get out of here."  Trace laughed, placing his hands on Justin's back to push him back towards the studio.

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Once Wade pulled in to his driveway, he looked over at her and let out a heavy sigh.  He knew what he needed to do and as much as it killed him, he had no other choice in order for things to work the way he wanted.

"Come on.  Let's go."

Grabbing the bag from the floor between her feet, Michelle opened the door and got out.  As she shut the door, she looked up at the house and dreaded the thought of even walking through the door.  The house no longer reminded her of any good times they once had together.  Only the nightmares remained.

Draping the bag over her shoulder, Michelle walked around to the front of the truck and joined Wade.  Looking up at him, she noticed that he seemed to have a strange expression on his face.  That, added with the heavy sigh he let out before he got out of the truck, clearly said that something was on his mind.  She just wasn't sure what it was.

After running his hands through his hair, Wade reached over and took her bag from her shoulder.  Slightly caught off guard, Michelle studied him for a few seconds before looking down at the hand he had extended to her. Feeling her heart begin to pound in her chest, she looked back up at him questioningly. 

"You don't want to take my hand?" 

Completely confused by the whole situation, Michelle attempted to place her hand in his, but at the last second pulled away.  She wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but something wasn't right.  Something had changed from the time they left her apartment. 

"That's fine.  You don't have to."  Wade said, and proceeded towards the front door. 

After a brief pause, Michelle followed and stopped on the step behind him as he unlocked the front door.  Once it was opened, he stepped to the side and motioned for her to walk in.  Never taking her eyes off of him, Michelle brushed past him and walked in to the livingroom.  After sitting her bag down on the floor beside the door, Wade tossed his keys on the table and headed over to the refridgerator.

"You want something to drink?"

"No thanks." she replied, her feet still firmly planted in the same spot unable to move.  From the second she walked in his house, every room screamed out reminders of the abuse she had endured in his hands.  It was like reliving it all over again.  Except this time without the physcial pain.  Only emotional.

Sitting his drink down on the counter, Wade walked around the sofa and down the hall to the studio.  After a few minutes, Michelle heard him turn the stereo on and knew that he was going to be in there for awhile.

Feeling herself slowly relax, Michelle walked over and sat down on the sofa.  She originaly thought that Wade was bringing her here to be dealt with, but once he grew quiet in the truck he hadn't said another cold word to her.  He hadn't made any threatening advances either and it was throwing her off.  She just didn't know what was going on or what to expect. The fear of the unknown was driving her crazy.

After sitting on his couch for twenty minutes without any sign of him, Michelle found herself doing the unexplainable.  Slowly getting up from the couch, she headed down to the studio.  Once she got there, she noticed the door was part way shut and began to debate on whether or not she should turn around and go back to the livingroom.  Unfortunetly, before she could make that decision, Wade opened the door and ran right in to her.

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to...I mean, I'm just going to go back to the livingroom.  I'm sorry."  she began mumbling, worried that at any second Wade was going to go off on her.

"It's ok.  Are you alright?"  he asked, placing his hand softly on her shoulder.

Almost as if she had fallen in to a trance, Michelle stood there and stared blankly at him.  It wasn't so much his reaction that had taken her by surprise.  It was the fact that he was standing there without his shirt causing feelings to surface in her she didn't want to feel.  That she shouldn't feel.  Ever again.

"Are you ok?" 

"Yeah, I'm fine.  I'm sorry."  she replied and quickly headed back to the livingroom.

Grabbing the towel off of his shoulder, Wade wiped the sweat off his chest and headed back up the hall.

Hearing his footsteps, Michelle closed her eyes and prepared for the worst.  She knew that her time at Wade's wasn't going to be any different than it was the last time she was here.  She knew what was coming and braced herself.  Her walking away from him was just too easy.

"Are you sure you don't want anything to drink?  Anything to eat?"   Wade asked, finishing his bottle of water on the counter and grabbing another one from the refridgerator. 

Slowly opening her eyes, Michelle realized that Wade wasn't anywhere near her.  She just didn't understand what was going on.  Why was he being nice to her?

"No, I'm fine.  Thanks though."  she said, watching him out of the corner of her eye.

"OK, well I'm going to go back down to the studio.  Do you want to come down?"

"Uh...I don't think I'm up to dancing right now.  Is that ok?"

"That's fine.  You know where everything is."  he said, walking past her and back down the hall to the studio.

After sitting there for a few minutes trying to come to terms with the fact that Wade wasn't acting like she thought he would, Michelle got back off the sofa and walked down to the studio.  Although she didn't want to be around him if she didn't have to, she came to the conclusion that it was better to not rock the boat by completely avoiding him. 

Taking a deep breath, she placed her hand on the door and slowly pushed it open.  Momentarily caught up in the sight before her, Michelle stood in the doorway and watched Wade work on a piece of choreography from the tour.  As much as she tried to fight it, her physcial repsonse to him looking that way could not be denied.  With no way to stop it, the memory of finding him in the studio the morning after they first made love came rushing back.  That feeling of completeness and love.  The longing to be close to him.

Once Wade spotted her reflection in the mirror behind him, he stopped dancing and hit the pause button on the stereo.

"Perfect timing."  he said, grabbing a quick drink of water before heading over to her.

"For what?"  she asked, nervously stepping backwards to look at him.

"I wanted to work on the piece for 'Take me now'.  I obviously can't do the choreography myself."

Letting out a heavy sigh, Michelle looked up at him.

"I just really didn't feel up to working right now."  she said, knowing all too well that the problem wasn't the work in general.  It was the piece he wanted to work on.  Being that close to him was the last place she wanted or needed to be.

"Well, I can't work on it myself so I guess you don't have a choice." 

Grabbing her hand, Wade pulled her to the center of the studio and went to start the music.

"Wade, I really don't think this is a good idea."

"Why?"

"I don't know.  I just still feel a little lightheaded."  she said, hoping that if there was anything behind Wade's change of behavior that he would let her off the hook.

"Well, we'll see how much we can get through."

Knowing that he may get upset if she hesitated any more, Michelle nodded her head and prepared for what she was certain to be the most awkward choreography she had ever worked on.

Once the song had started, Wade walked back to the center of the studio and stood behind her.  Knowing that he could see every expression on her face in the mirror, Michelle tried her hardest to keep herself pulled together.  She didn't want him having the power of knowing how uncomfortable she was.

Sliding his hand up the side of her thigh, Wade reached across her stomach and turned her around. With her now facing him, he placed his left hand on her back and right hand on the nape of her neck.  After looking directly in to her eyes, he dipped her backwards and then brought her back up to him closer than he should have.  As Wade went to step toward her, she didn't move, almost as if she was frozen.   For a second she was lost in the moment of being that close to him and she hated herself for it. 

Noticing the state she was in, Wade let go of her and she snapped right back.

"I'm sorry, I forgot the choreography for a second. I just, umm....I just haven't rehearsed this piece in a few weeks. I'm sorry." 

Without saying a word, Wade backed away from her and walked over to the stereo. After starting the music once again, he walked  back behind her and placed his hand back on her thigh. 

"Do you got it now?" he whispered in her ear, causing chills to run down her spine.

Feeling as if her heart was now pounding in her throat, Michelle quickly nodded her head yes and took a deep breath. 

Knowing his plan had already taken affect, he wanted to see how far she could make it through the whole piece without making a mistake or letting her feelings getting involved.  He knew she couldn't make it too far.  It was almost amusing to him.  To see her try and fake her way through the choreography without any emotion was amusing.  He could tell what she was feeling.  He could see it in her eyes.

They started the piece again and made it back to the point where she had come face to face with him again.  As he stepped toward her this time, she stepped back as well keeping the rhythm of the choreography going.  She was trying her hardest to stay focused on the routine, hoping that if they made it through the piece once they would be done.

After taking two more steps back, she quickly turned around and her back was now to him.  Feeling his warm breath on her neck, Michelle shut her eyes and hoped that she wouldn't freeze up again.  She needed to get through this.  She needed to prove to herself that she could take back the power she had given him so long ago.

As Wade continued to dance behind her, Michelle turned to her right and ran her hand along his side, across his lower back and around to the other side where she finally ended up face to face with him once again.  Hesitantly placing her hand on his chest, she walked towards him, forcing him to step backward.   Although when they first developed the routine she couldnt take her eyes off of him, now she couldnt bring herself to even make eye contact with him.  It had become her equivalent of dancing with the devil and she hated this little game he was playing with her.

Although he was impressed that she was able to keep going,  he could still felt the stiffness of her moves and wondered what her reaction was going to be after a few more moves.

She continued to avoid eye contact with him, trying to remain as professional as she could under the circumstances.  Unfortunetly, she knew what was coming and dreaded the mere thought of it. 

Following the beat of the song, Michelle took a deep breath and allowed Wade to release her backwards before pulling her back against him.  Once her body was pressed tightly against his, Michelle began to get worried.  She knew what the look in his eyes meant and there was no way she could keep it together any longer.  This had to stop.

Without giving the consequences of her actions another thought, Michelle placed her hands on his chest and quickly tried to push herself away from him. 

"Wade, please stop."

"Stop what?"  he asked, allowing her to slip from his grasp only momentarily before grabbing the waistband of her jeans and backing her up to the wall behind them. 

"Wade."

"What?"  he asked again, placing his hand against the wall beside her.  As he moved closer, she could feel his heart pounding off of her own chest and the idea of what was about to happen started to sink in and she hated herself for going back down to the studio.

"Look at me."

Although she knew she didn't want to see that lustful look in his eyes anymore, she knew that if he was going to have his way with her it was in her best interest to not piss him off before hand.  Taking a deep breath, Michelle slowly looked up at him and met his gaze. 

After studying her for a few seconds, Wade leaned down and softly touched his lips to hers, causing her legs to almost buckle from underneath her.

"I think we need to work on that piece a little more."  he said, gently biting her bottom lip.

Quickly closing her eyes, Michelle prepared for the worst. She knew what he wanted and there wasn't any way to stop him.  Yet again she was pulled back in to this nightmare that never seemed to end. 

Finally after what seemed like forever, she felt him back away from her and she opened her eyes.  He wasn't going to follow through.  He had grabbed his towel and was heading out of the studio, leaving her completely confused as to what was going on.

Chapter 92

After Wade walked upstairs to get a shower, Michelle slid down the wall of the studio and felt herself break down.  Why was this happening?  Why was he torturing her?  It was too late for them.  Too much had happened between them.  Too much had happened between her and Justin.  There wasn't any going back.  Not anymore.

Resting her head on her knees, Michelle let the tears fall that she had been holding back.  Wade was no longer there to relish in the fact that he was getting to her.  She would never let him know.  She couldn't let him know.  He wasn't what she wanted anymore and she had to convince herself that.  Unsure of what to do with the feelings rushing through her, Michelle stayed in the studio until she heard Wade come back down the hall.

"What are you still doing in here?"  he asked, standing confidently in the doorway with his jeans still unfastened.

"Uh...I um...I don't know."  she said softly, pushing herself up from the floor.

"Why don't you go jump in the shower.  I want to hit the clubs tonight."

"The clubs?"  she asked, clearly worrying about his history and the access he would have to alcohol.

"Yeah.  I want to leave here in about an hour so you should get moving."

Knowing she really wasn't in any position to call the shots or veto any plans he may have, Michelle slowly headed towards the door.

"I'll bring your bag upstairs as soon as I make a phone call."

"It's alright.  I'll grab it."

"No, go get in the shower.  You're not the fastest person when it comes to getting ready.  I don't want to have to sit around all night." 

Although hesitant about his motive for wanting to bring the bag up, Michelle could tell by the look in his eyes that she wasn't going to win the arguement and backed off.  She just hoped it wasn't what she thought.  Especially after he had walked away earlier when he had the chance to have her.  Maybe he was simply waiting for a better time.

Feeling her stomach knot up, she cautiously walked past him and he followed her back in to the livingroom.  Once she had reached the top of the stairs and disappeared, Wade walked over to the door and grabbed her bag.  He knew that Michelle was more than likely expecting him to try something with her when he brought the bag up, but unfortunelty for him he couldn't give in to temptation. 

After Wade got to the top of the stairs, he carried her bag to his bedroom and placed it on the bed.  Taking a deep breath, he walked over to the closet and grabbed a shirt.  He knew he couldn't stay in the room for too long.  Just knowing what was on the other side of the bathroom door was driving him nuts.  He wanted her.  He needed her.

Walking across the room, Wade tapped gently on the door.

"Your bag is out here on the bed.  How long do you think it's going to be until you're ready?"

"I don't know.  I'll try to hurry up." 

Feeling his heart begin to race, Wade unconsciously reached for the door handle.  He didn't expect to feel as strongly as he was and it caught him by surprise.  He knew from day one that he was physically drawn to her, but for some reason, it was now ten fold.  Every part of him longed to be near her.  Touching her.  Consuming her.  It was beginning to be more than he could handle and he started to wonder if his plan was really worth the effort it was taking to restrain himself.

Slowly pulling his hand away from the door, Wade tilted his head back and stared at the ceiling for a second.

"Pull yourself together man.  Don't ruin it.  You have to wait."  he softly said to himself, running his fingers through his hair. 

After taking a deep breath, Wade lowered his head back down and walked over to his dresser.  He couldn't believe he was able to walk away from her like that.  He was never one for controlling himself, but the fact that he did only told him that deep down he knew that the end result of waiting would be worth it.

After buttoning his shirt, Wade slid on his ring and fastened his bracelet.  He needed to grab a few more things and then he had to get out of there...fast.  Walking back over to his closet, Wade grabbed his shoes and sat down on the edge of the bed.  As he slid them on, the fact that she had turned the water off went completely unnoticed and just as he was about to stand up and walk out, he heard the door open.

"Oh, I thought you were downstairs."

Quickly turning around, Wade looked over his shoulder and saw her standing there with the towel wrapped loosely around her body.  Her long dark hair, dripping wet, clung to her shoulders and Wade immeadiately got excited. He wanted to walk over there and rip the towel away from her so that he could have the one thing that had been on his mind since they got back to his house, but knew it wasn't an option.

"I..uh...I just needed to grab my shoes.  I'm going downstairs right now."  he said, standing up.

As Michelle held tightly to the towel, she realized that Wade's "going right now" wasn't so "right now".  Brushing a piece of hair away from her face, Michelle looked at him with an uneasy look.  Was he really going to leave or was this just another game he was playing with her.

"Oh, I'm sorry.  I'm going."  he said, turning around and walking out the door.  Once he was out of the bedroom, he pulled the door shut and leaned against the wall.  This was killing him.

Shaking his head, Wade pushed himself away from the wall and headed downstairs to wait for her.  He knew that tonight was going to be a night she would never forget.  He just hoped it would go the way he wanted it too.  He couldn't afford to have it messed up.

Once he reached the bottom of the stairs, Wade walked down the hall and in to his office.  Deep down, he knew that he shouldn't have left New York to come back to LA.  Regardless of his reasons, it wasn't like him to pass his job off on someone else and that was exactly what he did.

Sitting down at his desk, Wade picked up the phone and dialed the number to Kevin's cell phone.  After a few rings, he picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hey man, it's Wade.  I just wanted to call and see how things went today?  Any problems?"

"Oh, hey man.  No, it's going pretty smoothly.  I mean you had everything taken care of before hand.  Basically all I am doing is babysitting, if you catch my drift."

"Yeah, I do."  Wade laughed. "Well, I just wanted to tell you again that I really appreciate you doing this for me.  I owe you one man."

"Hey, no problem. You've had my back enough times.  We'll just call it even."

"Ok.  Well I just wanted to make sure everything was alright.  You know how to get in touch with me if anything comes up."

"I do.  Well, I better get my ass back to work.  Take it easy man."

"You too.  Later."

After Wade sat the phone back down, he began to nervously tap the tip of his pen off the desk.  He couldn't stand the waiting.  He wanted to get the night over with so he could finally have what he wanted. 

As he continued to tap the pen, Wade realized that in order for his plan to go off without a hitch, he needed to monitor his drinking.  Although he didn't see any problem with it, it was the one thing that would surely have her guard up and the one thing he needed to make sure didn't happen.

Pushing his chair back, Wade stood up and walked back in to the livingrom.  He knew there was still something he needed to do before things could get underway.  Walking over to the sofa, Wade grabbed her purse and pulled out her cell phone.

"Michelle?"

"Yeah?"

"How much longer?" 

"Ummm.  I'm almost done with my makeup, but I really didn't bring anything to wear to go out."

"Well, just throw anything on.  I want to get going."  he said, dialing the number to her voice mail as he walked out on his balcony.  After he went through about seven calls, none of which was the one he was waiting for, Wade flipped the phone shut.

"Fuck.  Now what."  he said, walking back in to the livingroom to put her phone back.  Knowing that he needed that one final thing to put his plan in effect, Wade realized that although his answer wasn't in her cell, it might be elsewhere.

Walking back around the sofa, Wade headed back upstairs and in to his bedroom.

"Michelle, just throw something on.  We'll stop back at your place and you can change."

"Are you sure?"  she asked, looking over her shoulder.  "I can just throw my jeans on."

"No, come on.  Let's go.  We'll just stop real quick." 

After turning off the light, Michelle walked back in to the bedroom and stopped a few feet from Wade.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Then what are you looking at me like that for?" Wade asked, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"I....I don't know.  I'm sorry."  she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Come here."

Feeling her heart start to race, Michelle stood frozen in place.  She didn't want to move, let alone over to him.

"Michelle.  Come here."

Worried that something bad was going to happen, Michelle looked away from him and began to cry.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Wade walked over and stood face to face with her.  He knew he was going to have his work cut out for him and figured it couldn't hurt to get a jump start on the evening.  Even though he didn't want to have to go through all this. 

"Look, you need to relax.  All I said was 'come here' and you're a nervous wreck.  Have I said anything to you since we got here?  Have I done anything to you since we've been here?"

"No."  she said softly, and he wiped a tear from her cheek.

"Then calm down. Alright?"

After nodding her head, Michelle looked up at him.  Hearing his soft words, she expected to see something in his eyes.  Something different, yet familiar.  A look of sincerety or concern maybe.  Surprisingly though, she saw the opposite.  His eyes were dark and cold and even though the words he spoke had the potential to hold emotion, there wasn't any to witness and she looked away.

Sensing that she was picking up on something, Wade placed his finger under her chin and forced her to look at him.  Without wasting another second, Wade went against his better judgement and leaned down to kiss her.  Placing his lips to hers, he softly kissed her.  When she didn't pull away, he moved his hand to rest gently along side of her jaw.

"Are you going to be this way all night?"  he asked, again placing a kiss to her lips hoping that she would respond.

"No."

"I hope not.  Just relax." 

Closing her eyes, Michelle took a deep breath.  She had to admit that she was only doing more damage to herself by acting this way.  He hadn't given her any reason to be on edge since they got back to his place and it honestly took more effort to be on guard than it did to be herself. 

"Now come on.  Let's get out of here."  he said, extending his hand to her.

Although still hesitant, Michelle took a hold of his hand and he led her down the stairs and over to the front door.

"Wait, I need to grab my purse."

Letting go of his hand, Michelle walked over to the sofa and grabbed her purse.  After sliding it up on her forearm, Wade grabbed his keys from the table and opened the door.  Once she walked out, Wade shut the door and they headed out to the driveway.  He still couldn't believe she was being this resistant to his advances.  Sure, things had been rough between them, but if she really loved him like she once claimed, he knew it would be going a lot smoother.  That only further led him to believe that Justin had more of an effect on her than originally thought and it pissed him off.

As they drove to Michelle's apartment, they were both completely silent.  Both had a lot on their mind and neither one wanted the other to find out exactly what it was.

Once they finally pulled up to her place, Wade parked his truck and they got out.

"Try to make it quick alright."

"Yeah."

After unlocking the door, Michelle headed upstairs to her bedroom and Wade immeadiately headed over to her phone, which, if truth be told, was the only reason he came back to her apartment.

After turning down the volume, Wade played the messages and finally found what he was looking for.  It was the final thing he needed to make sure that tonight would be a night Michelle would never forget. Relieved that he was able to go ahead with his plan, Wade erased the message and waited for her to come back down so they could leave.

Chapter 93

Completely satisfied, Wade sat down on the sofa. He was glad that everything had fallen in to place and couldn't wait to see it all unfold in front of him.

"Ok, I'm ready."  Michelle said as she came walking down the stairs.

Looking over his shoulder at her, Wade was pleasantly surprised with what she had slipped on.  She hadn't dressed that provocatively around him since early on in the relationship and he couldn't help but think that maybe she was letting her guard down.

"You look....amazing."  he said, getting off of the sofa.

"Thanks." she replied, although emotionless.

"Alright, let's go."

Grabbing his keys, Wade walked back over to the door and opened it up.  Without even looking at him, Michelle walked past him and out the door.  Had she even momentarily glanced up at him, she would have clearly saw the lustful look in his eyes as he looked her over.  Something that would have certainly thrown up a red flag.

"So where are we going?"

"I thought we might head down to Chaos for a while."

The second she heard him say where they were going, her heart broke.  She went there to meet Justin after Wade had left for New York.  She didn't think she would be able to loosen up and have fun, but he proved her wrong.  She had enjoyed every minute she spent with him that night.  Not to mention and every minute of the time they spent together last night.

Letting out a soft sigh, Michelle wondered where Justin was at and if he tried to call her.  She knew that they were susposed to meet up after he finished at the studio and started to worry that he might think she was blowing him off. She didn't want to ruin the one thing that was finally starting to go right in her life. 

"Why so quiet all of a sudden?"  Wade asked, lowering the volume on the radio.

Turning to face him, Michelle finally built up the courage to ask the one thing that had been on her mind since they left his house.

"Wade.  What's going on?  What are you trying to accomplish tonight?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, do you really think anything is going to happen between us?  Do you really think this sudden change of character is all I need to let you back inside my life?"

"Let me back in?  I never left."  Wade snapped back.  "Let me ask you a question.  Did you really think I was going to sit back and let you play the little whore with Timberlake?"

Shaking her head, Michelle turned and looked out the window.  She knew deep down that his behavior change had to be a front.  She just really wanted to believe that somewhere inside him, the Wade she fell in love with would somehow find a way back. 

"Well?  Did you?  You want me to just forget what we had so you can go be a little slut?"

Quickly turning back to face him, Michelle gave him an icy glare.

"Forget what we had?!  What did we have Wade?!   The majority of our relationship was spent with me on the receiving end of your abuse!  Why on earth would I want to hold on to that?!"

"Did you ever stop to think you got what you deserved?!"

"How can you even say that?!  What the hell did I ever do to deserve the shit you did to me?!"  she said, as tears began to well up in her eyes.

Knowing that this arguement wasn't helping the events that he had planned for tonight, Wade just shook his head and turned the radio back up.  He needed to get emotions from her, but these weren't the ones he was looking for.  All this was doing was rebuilding the wall he was trying hard to break down.  Not to mention the fact that it was pissing him off.

As soon as he turned it up, she surprisingly reached over and turned it back down. 

"Why can't you answer me Wade?!  Huh? What did I do that was so wrong? All I ever did was love you!" she yelled. 

"I'm not getting in to this right now.  If you want to talk about, we'll talk about it back at my place.  I came out to have a good time and that's exactly what I'm going to do."  he said, as he pulled in to the parking lot of the club. "Now fix yourself up and let's go."

"Why?  Because you said?"

Clenching the steering wheel, Wade took a deep breath and tried to keep himself together.  He couldn't believe she was using that tone of voice with him and it was killing him that he had to allow it to go without any consequences.

"Are you done?"

"Yeah, whatever."  she mumbled.

Flipping the mirror down in the visor, Michelle pulled out her compact and quickly touched up her makeup.  Once she was done, She flipped it back up and looked at him.

"What now?"  he asked.

"Nothing."  she said softly before opening the door.  She knew that she was walking on thin ice, but she couldn't help herself.

Taking a deep breath, Wade got out of his truck and shut the door.  One way or another, Michelle was going to loosen up tonight.  She had to.

After activating the alarm on his truck, Wade walked to the front of the truck to where she was standing.  He knew he wasn't going to give her the opportunity to turn his hand down so he just reached out and took a hold of hers.  This night was going to be for him and he wasn't about to let her ruin this.

Once they made their way inside, Wade headed over to a table along side the wall.  He wanted to have a clear view of the door so he knew when to put his plan in to effect.

"Can I get you something to drink?"  the waitress asked, as she walked over to the table.

Nervously looking over at Wade, Michelle prayed that he wouldn't order anything containing alcohol.  Unfortunetly, she should have known better and he did exactly that.

"Yeah, I'll take a vodka on the rocks."

"And you?"  the waitress asked, turning towards Michelle.

"Nothing yet.  Thanks."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm good."

"Ok.  I'll be right back."

After the waitress walked away, Wade leaned forward on the table towards her.

"Nothing?  Do you think if you don't drink, I won't either?"

"No.  I just don't want anything."  she said, turning away from him and looking out to the dance floor.

Throwing himself back in his chair, Wade quickly began to get annoyed.  This wasn't anything like he planned.  If tonight didn't go off without a hitch, she was certainly going to pay for it when they got back home.

"Here you go."  the waitress said, sitting the drink down in front of him.

Without wasting a second, Wade pounded down the drink and looked at Michelle.

"You know what, I'm going to have another one.  This time make it a double." 

Quickly turning back around to face him, Michelle gave him a questioning look.

"What?  If you're not going to drink. I'll drink for you."

"Wade, please don't do this."

"Do what?"

"This."  she said, picking up the empty glass from the table. 

She knew exactly where this kinda of behavior was going to lead. It was also the last thing she wanted to deal with.  She just wasn't physically or emotional able to handle it anymore.

When the waitress got back to the table, she sat the drink down in front of Wade and walked away.  Almost as if in a staring contest, they both kept their eyes focused on each other waiting to see who would make the first move.

Finally shaking his head in disbelief at her, Wade reached forward and took the drink.  It was almost as if he was toying with her as he swirled it in his glass.  He knew she didn't him to drink it, but it wasn't about what she wanted.  It was about what he wanted and right now it was an easy way of reminding her that he was in charge.  After letting out a slight snicker, Wade finished off that drink as well and slid the glass across the table at her, hitting her arm.

"Well, either I'm drinking the next one or you are."

"Wade, please.  Just stop.  Why are we even here?  Can't we just leave?"

"No.  Do you want a drink?"

"Wade."

"Is that a yes?"

"No!  I don't want a drink.  I want to leave!"

"Ok, so...that's a no.  More for me then."  he said, pushing his chair away from the table so he could head over to the bar.

As Michelle rested her head on her hand, she knew that tonight was going to turn out in to a full blown battle between them.  It was inevitable.  If he was going to continue to drink, she was going to be in for the fight of her life....yet again.

"Are you sure you don't want one?'  Wade asked, as he walked back from the bar and sat the drink down on the table.

Ignoring his comment, Michelle watched as a guy walked up behind Wade.

"Wade.  I didn't know you were gonna be here."  Chris said, extending his hand.

"Oh hey man.  Yeah.  I needed to get out and clear my head. You know how it is."

"Yeah, that I do."

As the two continued to talk, Michelle reached forward and took Wade's drink.  Without giving it another thought, she finished it off and sat the glass back down.  If there was any chance that he wouldn't drink as much if she had a few drinks with him, then that was what she was going to do.  At this point, anything was worth a try.

Letting out a slight cough from drinking it so fast, Wade turned around and looked at her.

"I thought you didn't want anything?"

"Well I changed my mind."

Offering her an icy glare, Wade grabbed the glass back off the table.

"Can I get you a drink man?" 

"Yeah, thanks."  Chris replied and followed Wade back to the bar.

"So, that's Michelle huh?" seductively eyeing her up and down.

"Yep, that's her." Wade said, looking back over his shoulder at her. 

Just then, it hit Wade.  He knew exactly how to get her to loosen up and Chris was going to help.  After telling the bartender what he wanted, Wade leaned in towards Chris.

"Hey man.  Do you have any X on you?"

Laughing, Chris looked at Michelle and then back at Wade.

"For her?"

"Yeah."

"She takes that shit?"  he asked, slightly in shock.

"No, but she will tonight.  She just won't know it."

"I don't have any on me, but I can get you some."  he said, waving a friend of his over from the other side of the bar. 

Just then, the bartender sat the drinks down in front of them and Wade handed him a few bills.

"Let me take these back to the table and I'll be right back."

"No, hold on for second.  Give me her drink."

After sitting the drinks back down on the bar, Chris took one and slid it down in front of his friend. Grabbing the glass, the guy walked behind Chris and sat it back down in front of Wade.  Confused, Wade looked at him like he was out of his mind.

"It's already in dude."

Glancing down at the bottom of the glass, Wade saw that in was in fact in the glass dissolving and smiled.

"That was easy enough." he snickered, grabbing a bill from the bar and handing it to Chris's friend. "Thanks man."

"Anytime."  the guy replied and headed back across to the other side of the bar.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"  Chris asked, glancing over Wade's shoulder at her once again.

"Absolutely." Wade laughed, grabbing the glasses from the bar and slightly swirling hers to dislove the last traces of it.

"Well....have fun."  Chris said, patting Wade on the back.

"Don't worry, I will.  You should stick around.  It should get quite interesting."

"I don't even want to know."  Chris replied, and watched as Wade headed back to the table to join Michelle.

After sitting her glass down in front of her, Wade pulled his chair from the other side of the table and sat down next to her.  Growing uncomfortable, Michelle tried to move her chair away from him but he grabbed the back of it and held it in place.

"Going somewhere?" 

Completely annoyed, Michelle grabbed her drink and pounded it down.  This time coughing a little more and she looked down at the glass.

"What the hell is this?"  she said, wiping off her lips and pushing the glass away.

"Just a little something I like to call sweet revenge. I never would have thought you were the kind of girl that did drugs."  he sarcastically whispered in her ear.

Although completely confused at first, Michelle began to put two and two together and grabbed the glass from the table.  Lifting it up, she noticed that a few tiny fragments of something had settled in to the bottom of it and began to panic.

"What was in this?!  What the hell did you put in my drink Wade?!"  she yelled and attempted to stand up.

Grabbing a hold of her arm, he pulled her back down on the chair and looked to see if anyone had heard her.

"You better watch your step."

"What did you put in it?!" she asked again, as her heart began to race with the sheer fear of what he had just done.

"Relax.  You'll be fine." 

"That's not what I asked you."

"Well, that's my answer." he said lustfully, leaning in to try and kiss her neck.

"Wade stop!  I can't believe you did this to me!" she yelled, and forcefully pushed herself away from him. 

Noticing that this time her voice caught a few people's attention, he let her get up from her chair. He didn't want any unnecessary attention brought to them tonight but she wasn't exactly making things easy for him.

"You're causing a scene.  Knock it off and sit the hell down."  he said through gritted teeth as he looked up at her.

Completely distraught and overwhelmed with what was going on, Michelle finally sunk back down in her chair beside Wade and tried to pull herself together.

"You're in good hands, don't worry."  he said arrogantly as he slid his hand up her thigh.  "Just Relax."

Knowing that Wade's advances were the least of her problems now, she rested her head in her hands and just prayed to god that whatever he gave her wouldn't put her in the emergency room. 

Chapter 94

As Michelle sat at the table, she could feel her heart begin to race and her tempertaure rise.  It was as if she was undergoing a physcial transformation that she couldn't control or stop and it scared her. 

"I'm just going to go get a drink and I'll be right back."

"Wade, don't leave me.  Please." she begged, reaching out for him.

"You'll be fine."

Pushing her hand away from him, Wade continued to walk towards the bar and wondered how long it was going to take for Justin to show up.  Little did Michelle know that, that was his sole reason for coming to the club tonight.  It didn't have anything to do with him having a good time, but it did have everything to do with Justin seeing them together. 

Once Wade got to the bar, he ordered his drink and glanced towards the front door.  He anxiously wanted to put his plan in effect and prayed that Justin would get there soon.  He was tired of waiting and wanted to go home so he could spend some 'quality' time with Michelle in the aftermath of everything he had planned for her.

"Do you ever leave the bar?"

Looking over his shoulder, Wade saw Chris walking up behind him with a smirk on his face.

"Only when I have to man."

"I hear you there."

Laughing, Wade slid over slightly so that Chris could move closer to the bar.

"Can I get another beer?"  Chris called down to the bartender.

"Beer?"  Wade laughed.  "Man, you're into the hard stuff aren't you?"

"Yeah well, I tend to steer clear of the good stuff while I'm into some other things if you get my drift."

"I got ya.  I wish I could say the same right about now."  Wade said, reaching in to his wallet to pull out enough to cover both drinks.  "This one's on me man."

"Thanks."

"No problem." 

"So, why aren't you out there enjoying all the fun?"  Chris said, taking a sip of his beer.

"What fun?"

"Michelle.  Looks like everyone but you is enjoying her company."

Turning around, Wade noticed that Michelle wasn't at the table and he quickly began to scan the bar.

"Right there buddy."  Chris laughed, as he pointed towards the dance floor.

"You have to be fuckin kidding me!"  Wade said, sitting his glass back down on the bar.

Laughing, Chris watched as Wade quickly headed towards the dance floor obviously determined to reclaim Michelle from the two guys she was dancing between.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"  Wade yelled, as he walked over towards her.

"I just got up to go get some fresh air and they wanted me to dance with them."  she said, nervously looking around with a confused look on her face.

Furious with the fact that she was caught up between the two guys, Wade grabbed a hold of her arm and pulled her over to him. 

"Man, why don't you go find your own girl to dance with."  the guy quickly replied and attempted to reach back over to grab Michelle. 

"THIS IS MY GIRL!"  Wade yelled, pushing Michelle behind him and forcefully shoving the guy backwards. "KEEP YOUR DAMN HANDS OFF OF HER!"

"Hey man, she looked like she needed somone to show her a good time.  I think you need to back off."  the other guy quickly chimed in, as he got up in Wade's face.

"AND MAYBE YOU'RE DUMBER THAN YOU LOOK.  YOU WANT TO TAKE THIS OUTSIDE MOTHER FUCKER?!"  Wade yelled over the music, as he moved closer to the guy anticipating a confrontation.

"Wade, come on.  Just let it go."   Chris said, as he ran up from behind them.

"NO, FUCK THIS PRICK!  HE WANTS TO RUN HIS MOUTH, LET'S SEE IF HE CAN BACK IT UP!"

"I think we both know how this will turn out.  Do you really want to spend the night in jail?  Besides, this isn't about them.  You wanted Michelle back and there she is.  Forget them and go take care of her."  Chris said, quickly pointing out that Michelle was now fully feeling the effects of the drug as she began to stagger.

After momentarily glancing over at Michelle, Wade turned his attention back to the two guys in front of him.

"Yeah, why don't you listen to your little friend here.  I mean unless you're not really that worried about her.  Then, in that case, I'll go take care of her for you." he said, hungrily eyeing Michelle up and down.

Then before Chris even knew what was happening, Wade had the guy by his throat. 

"YOU GO ANYWHERE NEAR HER AND I GUARANTEE YOU THAT YOU'LL NEED CARRIED OUT OF HERE!  YOU GOT ME!"

"God damn it Wade!  Knock it off!"  Chris yelled, trying his hardest to pull Wade off of the guy. "Michelle doesn't look too good man.  You need to go get her!"

Hoping he got his point across, Wade hesitantly let the guy go.

"Don't think for a second that I didn't mean what I said." Wade growled, adjusting his shirt.

Rubbing his neck, the guy mumbled a few quick words at Wade and then slowly walked around him, never breaking eye contact.

"Do you believe the nerve of that asshole?!" 

"Well, what do you expect.  I mean.....don't kill the messenger, but if she wasn't yours, wouldn't you want a piece of that?" 

"Chris."

"I'm just saying."  Chris said, defensively putting his hands up. 

"Whatever."

Turning his attention back to Michelle, Wade watched as she fumbled her way over to a table beside the dance floor.

"Something is wrong with her Wade.  That isn't typical of someone on X."

"Yeah, no shit!  What the fuck did he put in her drink Chris?!"

"I don't know!  I told him what you wanted."

"Well go double check."  Wade said, shoving Chris.

After Wade watched Chris head back over to the other side of the bar, he shook his head and went over to get Michelle.

"Hey, come on.  Let's go sit down."

"Wade?"  Michelle said, looking over her shoulder trying to clear her vison.

"Yeah, it's me."  he replied, turning her around.  "Are you alright?"

"No."  she answered through short panting breaths.

Grabbing her chin, Wade tilted her face up to him and saw that her pupils were dilated and her face was pale. Something he wasn't expecting to see. 

Even though he knew that giving her any drug was a risk and was alright with it at first, he couldn't help but be worried by the quick deteriation of her condition.  This wasn't what he had in mind when he asked Chris to help him out. 

"Alright, let's go back over to the table and sit down for a few minutes.  I'll get you a glass of water."

Nodding her head, she allowed Wade to wrap his arm around her waist and guide her back over to the table.  Once there, Wade helped her sit down and then proceeded to head back to the bar to get a glass of water.

After signalling the bartender down, Wade noticed Chris heading towards him.

"Well?"  Wade asked, turning around.

"Well......." Chris hesitantly began to say when the bartender stopped in front of Wade.

"Oh, yeah...can I get a glass of water."

"Yeah, no problem."  The bartender replied, heading over to the other side of the bar.

"Ok, what the hell is going on?"  Wade asked, growing more annoyed.

"Well......the pill he gave you was X, but it came from a new distributor."

"And?"

"And, he can't really say if it was pure or not."

"What?!  Why the hell does he sell shit he isn't familiar with?"

"Do you really need to ask that?"

"Jesus christ Chris!  Then why the hell would you let me buy the shit?!  Do you know how many things could be mixed with that shit!"

"I've bought from him before and never had a problem.  I really didn't think there was any reason to worry."

"Well, there is one good reason to worry right there!"  Wade said, pointing over at Michelle.  "What the fuck am I susposed to do?"

"I don't know." 

Shaking his head, Wade wondered why in the hell the night was turning out the way it was.

"Well, thanks for your help!"  Wade said sarcastically, grabbing the glass of water off of the bar and heading back over to Michelle.

Once he sat down, he handed her the glass of water and moved closer to her.  He hated the fact that the night was a complete mess.  Nothing had gone right from the moment they left and now things were more than likely only going to go down hill from here.

"Wade, I'm cold."  she whispered, barely audible. 

Pulling her towards him to keep her warm, Wade went back in forth in his mind on what to do now.  He knew she didn't look well, but wasn't sure if it was all due to the effects of the drug.  He thought that maybe he could just take her home and let her sleep it off, but the fact remained that he didn't know what she even had in her system and if it was possible to sleep off.

As she rested her head against his shoulder, Wade watched Justin and Trace stroll in the bar and cringed.  Why couldn't he have come in only thirty minutes earlier.  When he could have put his plan in to effect before this nightmare revealed itself.

Knowing that the night was now a lost cause, he leaned down to look at her

"Hey, do you want to head home?" 

"Yeah, please."  she said, and sat up slightly.

"Ok, I'm just going to tell Chris I'm taking off and then we'll leave."

"I'm going to go to the bathroom before we leave."

Wade was hesitant on letting her go, but knew that he certainly couldn't accompany her in there.

"Ok, then come right back to the table."

Nodding her head, Michelle got up from the table and headed towards the back of the club.  Unfortunetly, Justin had saw her with Wade when he walked in the club and he wanted answers.    Answers he was determined to get right now and got up from the bar and went after her.

"Man, Justin don't do it.  This is not the time or the place for this."  Trace said, getting up and following after him. 

He knew by the look on Justin's face when he saw Michelle with Wade what was going through his head. 

"Oh, this is the perfect time."

Walking up behind Michelle, Justin grabbed her by her wrist and spun her around to face him, practically knocking her off balance.

"What the hell is going on?  I left you several message on your machine, none of which you returned.  I decided to hit the club and hope that you show up and what do I find?  You and Wade all cuddled up together at the table?!  I thought it was over between you two?  Was I just someone to pass the time with?!"  he asked, growing more upset.

"Justin....It's not what it looks like.  I mean....No, you weren't...."  she tried to say,  but stumbled through her words.

"It's not what it looks like?  Do you think I'm a complete idiot?!  I've been down this road before!"

"Hey man, come on.  Why don't you have this conversation some other time."  Trace said, clearly noticing that they had all but become the center of attention in the club. "Besides, I don't think your capable of making any good judgement calls right now."

"Trace don't tell me what to do." Justin said firmly.

"J, come on man.  Don't do this."

"Justin, I would never do anything to hurt you.  You have to believe me."  Michelle said, reaching out to him as tears began to stream down her cheeks.

"I don't want to hear it.  I just can't believe I fell for a game I all but invented."  he said taking a step away from her.  "I knew I should've never let my feelings get involved with you.  I should have just used you for the piece of ass you were susposed to be and moved on.  That's all I had planned anyway.  I just wanted to fuck you.  Hell, I did that anyway so why don't you just go.  Go back to Wade." Justin yelled as he pushed past her,  almost knocking her down.

Caught by complete surpise with the revelation Justin just threw at her, Trace watched as Michelle fell apart in front of his very eyes.  Hearing Justin say that he just wanted to have sex with her completely crushed her. 

"Michelle...."

"Just leave me alone Trace."  she sobbed and ran in to the bathroom.

As Trace watched the two go in opposite directions, he knew that he couldn't go after Michelle even though deep down he knew she needed it most.  He could however go after Justin and that was exactly what he was going to do.

"JUSTIN!  WAIT!"  Trace yelled, heading after his best friend.

"I don't want to hear it Trace.  Save for someone else."

"Well, you're gonna hear it.  Why in the hell did you say that to her?  That all you wanted to do was fuck her?"

"Why not tell her?  It's the truth!" 

"It may have been at one point, but you and I both know that, that hasn't been the case for sometime.  That's not why you had sex with her and you know it!"  he yelled, grabbing a hold of Justin's arm.  "Did you even see the look on her face?   You completely destroyed her with that bullshit.  How could you let her believe that was the case?"

"Whatever man.  I don't need this shit right now.  She can go back to Wade."  Justin said, pulling his arm away from Trace and heading out the front door of the club.  "I'm going home."

Chapter 95

As Wade stood along the other side of the bar talking to Chris, he couldn't help but take notice of the exchange between Michelle and Justin.  It wasn't exactly what he had in mind when he came to the club, but the end result was good enough.  Justin now believed that Michelle was simply playing with him and he wanted nothing else to do with her.  Goal achieved.

"See, sometimes things do go my way."  Wade laughed, pointing at Justin as he furiously exited the club.

"I don't even want to know." 

"Yeah, probably not.  Either way, he had it coming.  Fuckin prick."

Laughing, Chris looked over towards the table where Wade and Michelle had been sitting.

"Looks like you're leaving." he said as he motioned towards Michelle.  "I hope everything is alright with her.  Again, I'm sorry man.  I had no idea this was new shit."

"It's alright.  Things happen. Well, I'll talk to you later man.  Take it easy."  Wade said, extending his hand to Chris.

"You too."

After sitting his glass back down on the bar, Wade headed over to the table where Michelle was waiting.

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, I'm ready."  she said, trying to hide the fact that she had been crying.  She didn't want Wade to know that she had seen Justin.  If he knew they had talked, there was no telling what his reaction would be and she didn't want to find out.

Once she was standing, Wade wrapped his arm around her waist and led her out to his truck.  He knew this wasn't how he envisioned the evening ending, but he couldn't help but think that he still had a chance with her tonight.  He needed that release.  Too much time had gone by without feeling himself inside her.

"Do you feel any better?" 

"No, not really."  she said watching him open the passenger door.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Wade knew that he had his work cut out for him if he was going to get her in his bed tonight.  A challenge he willingly accepted though.

After a quiet drive home, Wade realized that whatever chemical was mixed with the drug, it wasn't life threatening.  Slowly her color was coming back and she seemed to be relaxing some. 

Looking out the window, bits and pieces of her conversation with Justin were flashing through her mind and breaking her heart all over again.  How could he think she was just toying with him or that what they shared last night was nothing more than a an act of lust meant to satisfy an urge.  Even though that hurt her more than he would ever know, what broke her beyond repair was the revelation that she was nothing more to him than sex.  He openly admitted it to her.

"Michelle?  Hello?"

"Huh?"  Michelle asked as she slowly looked over at Wade with a confused look on her face.

"I said we're home."

Glancing around at her surroundings, Michelle realized that they were back at Wade's.  However, it was far from what she would call "home".

Turning off his truck, Wade opened his door and walked around to the passenger side.  Once he got there, she was just beginning to open the door to get out.  After taking a good look at her, Wade was beginning to see signs of something familiar.  Symptoms of a drug once used at a party in NY with Cameran were beginning to surface within Michelle.

Taking a step back, he attentively watched as she began to exit his truck.  Unfortunetly, the second her feet hit the driveway, her legs almost buckled from underneath her and he had to catch her.

"Are you alright?"  he asked, looking directly in to her eyes.

Staring at him blankly, Wade awaited a response that he never received.  It was at that point that he knew more than likely what else had been present in the drug that was slipped in her drink at the club. GHB.

Although he was relieved it wasn't something more serious, he was rather annoyed with the fact that now his night of physcial enjoyment would have to be put on hold.  Granted most people used the drug to render their victim from fighting back during a sexual conquest, but that wasn't Wade's style.  He enjoyed her resistance and it just wouldn't be the same with her laying motionless in his bed.  He would just have to wait.

After grabbing his keys from his pocket, Wade scooped her up in his arms and carried her up to the front door.  Gently placing her feet down on the top step, Wade kept her limp body balanced against him as he unlocked the door.  Once it was open, he picked her back up and carried her inside, kicking the door shut behind him.

"Well, I guess tonight's a waste."  he mumbled as he headed up the stairs to his bedroom.

Although wanting desperately to say something in response, Michelle was completely helpless.  She couldn't talk or move and it scared her to death.  She knew Wade could do anything he wanted to her and she wouldn't be able to defend herself.  She was, for the first time, absolutley and completely at his mercy.

Once he laid her down on his bed, Wade reached over and turned on the small lamp on his dresser.  Looking down at her, he could tell she was still aware of what was going on, even though she couldn't say or do anything.  He could tell by the look in her eyes.  It was the same look of fear he had seen so many times before.  A look he fed off of.

Even though he knew he wasn't going to do anything to her in her current state, he couldn't help but get a kick out of making her at least suffer some with the thought of what could happen.  She at least deserved that for all she put him through concerning Justin.

After quickly disposing of her heels, Wade slid his hand up her thigh and over to the zipper of her skirt along side of her hip.  As he slowly pulled it down, he lustfully looked into her eyes.

"Relax.  I'm just going to get you out of these clothes."  he said, knowing damn well that she wasn't capable of being anything but relaxed.  "You trust me don't you?" he snickered as he proceeded to remove her skirt.

After depositing it on the floor with her shoes, Wade reached up and untied the thin straps that held her almost sheer top in place.  Once he tossed it on the bed next to her, Wade slowly slid his finger down the center of her chest, moaning softly.

Keeping his gaze locked on hers, Wade once again ran his hand up her thigh, this time coming dangerously close to the lace thong that was so seductively decorating her body.

Biting his bottom lip, Wade momentarily lowered his gaze and began to have second thoughts about waiting to be with her. The sight before him was just more than he was prepared to deal with.  Just the mere thought of it was getting him excited and he began to ache to be inside her.

Finally after what seemed liked forever, Michelle watched as he brought his gaze back up to hers.  Once he did though, his mood quickly changed.  Seeing the single tear run down her cheek, Wade knew he had gone too far.  He wasn't one for letting her emotions get to him, but for some reason this did. 

Taking a step backwards, Wade looked down at her and felt something deep inside him.  Almost as if he was seacrhing within himself for the answer to why he did what he did or even more so, why he now felt the way he did.  Unfortunately, after a few moments of confusion, Wade shook it off and headed over to the other side of the room. 

After placing his jewerly and wallet on top of his dresser, Wade began to unbutton his shirt, occasionally glancing up at her reflection in the mirror.

Once he was done, he laid the shirt over the arm of the chair and headed in to the bathroom. Moments later, Wade came back out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a silk pair of pajama pants and headed over to her side of the bed.

"I'm just going to put you in bed."  he said matter of factly, trying not to make eye contact with her. 

After picking her up, Wade quickly pulled the covers down and placed her gently back on to the bed.  Grabbing the edge of the comforter, Wade pulled it back up over her and felt her hand try to grab his as it rested on the bed.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Wade stood there for a second and then slowly looked up at her.

Opening her mouth slightly, Wade knew that the drug was beginning to wear off and that she wanted to speak.  Unfortunetly, he knew it would be atleast a few more hours until she was back to normal. A side effect he was thankful for.

"It's alright.  I'm not going to do anything to you."  he said, trying to walk away from her.  Surprisingly though, she held on to him.  Squeezing his eyes shut, Wade silently wished she would just pass out.  He couldn't take this right now.  Too many things were going through his mind that he didn't understand.  He just wanted to go to bed. 

"Look, this will wear off.  I promise."  he said, quickly pulling his hand away from hers.  Reaching over to the dresser, Wade turned off the small lamp and headed back to his side of the bed.  After adjusting his pillow, Wade collapsed down on the the bed beside her and just prayed to god that he would fall asleep before the drug wore off.
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"Justin. Stop!  Don't leave her like that!  Don't let her believe that she was just sex to you!  You're going to regret this tomorrow.  I know you!"  Trace shouted as he headed out in to the parking lot after Justin.  "JUSTIN!"

"God damn it Trace!  WHAT?!"

"You know what!  Go back in there."

"For what?  To see Wade with his hands all over her?  No thanks, I'll pass."  Justin said sarcastically, as he unlocked the door of his escalade.

"I saw the look on her face man.  Something wasn't right."

"Yeah, the something being the fact that she was caught."

"You are so damn stubborn, you know that?"  Trace said, walking around to the drivers side door as Justin got inside.

"Look, at least I found out before I got in any further.  I'm just chalking it up to a lesson learned.  Now as I said before, I'm heading home."

Once Justin started the ignition, Trace stepped back and allowed him to shut the door of his truck. He knew that Justin was making a mistake by leaving, but he also knew that when Justin had his mind made up, there was no changing it.

After he watched Justin drive away, Trace headed back in to the club to get a drink.  He just couldn't understand how thing had gone they way they did.  Something was missing and he was determined to find out exactly what it was.  Especially when only hours earlier, the two had been intimate. It just didn't make sense. 

The second Trace walked back inside, he spotted Wade and Michelle walking towards the door.  Quickly stepping over to the bar, Trace got a clear view of the two of them as they left and was shocked with what he saw.  He really didn't a chance to get a look at Michelle as she was walking away from Justin, but now that he had, she clearly didn't look right.  Not only did she have a confused look on her face, but her skin looked pale.  Now he couldn't help but wonder if Justin had noticed the same thing when they had argued earlier, and if so, why he didn't ask her what was wrong.

Grabbing his phone, Trace flipped it open and dialed the number to Justin's cell.  After several rings, Justin's phone finally kicked in to voicemail.  Shaking his head at Justin's unyielding determination to have the last word, Trace flipped the phone shut and knew that if he was going to try and put the pieces of this puzzle together, he would need to drive to Justin's.  Pulling his keys from his pocket, Trace headed out to the parking lot and hoped that whatever it was that caused the mess between them could be fixed.