A/N: I must say, writer's block SUCKS. I wrote and then rewrote this chapter a thousand times before I decided to leave it how it is. After all those reviews I was sooo nervous to not disappoint you with this chapter and I really hope I won't.

I know it's been a while (a very long while) but I'm back with this chapter and hopefully I will update earlier this time. Pray to God I'll keep my word.

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Just once, or not

Last time:

Sasuke nearly had a heart attack. She could be so surprising and hot with every little thing she does. He made him want to go fucking wild.

It hurt, when Sasuke's hand met her ass in a fiercely slap. But surprisingly, it was such a turn-on that she exploded just then, with him whispering her name against her skin; pleasure spreading between her thighs and making her whole body tremble in Sasuke's arms. He pumped into her harder and Sasuke thought right then that her scream was the best melody his ears ever heard.

Sasuke found his release soon after her, and they collapsed on the ground together in a mess of raged breaths and sweaty skin. Sakura rested her head on his chest, his heart beating wild into her ears.

"I think I'll just sleep on the floor, it's cold and perfect," she managed to whisper with a smile on her lips.

Sasuke moved his head to look at her, his dark, lusty eyes penetrating her soul. "It's going to be a while until I'll let you sleep," he said grinning.

Sakura didn't respond, but he saw her smile spreading wild on her face. Just once? Just this time? Hm, I don't think I remember saying such thing.

Chapter 4

"So nothing since then?" Ino asked, before stabbing a small carrot with her fork and pushed it inside her mouth, careful not to ruin her lipstick.

Sakura threw a glance at the salad placed in front of her friend and frowned. Not even a bit of meat or at least some kind of cheese, only vegetables. Disgusting.

"Are you on a diet?" Ignoring Ino's question and glancing at her very delicious spicy chicken with garlic sauce, she shrugged her shoulders and took another bite. Fast metabolism; a blessing from the Gods.

"I feel like I'm getting fat," she answered with a half full mouth, "I need my abs on fleek." The blonde tapped her flat stomach and pushed her salad aside. "We weren't talking about this green shit right here though."

Sakura pushed a wild strand of hair out of her face and shrugged again. "I don't mind," she started before sipping from her glass of water, "and I don't care."

Ino gave her a skeptical look. "Okay bitch, you know I don't like you keeping things from me so I swear I would cut your residency notes you made in the last year in little pieces if you don't stop with this bullshit act."

"You are a horrible person Ino, a horri-"

"Yeah whatever, now spit it out."

"What the hell do you want me to say? It's been almost three weeks since the party so I guess he found some other girl. Who cares, anyway? I have my residency exam in a few months. I don't have time for this." She stabbed her last piece of meat rather hard, slipped it through some sauce and pushed in into her mouth with a moan. "This was delicious," she said pushing the plate away just as a waiter came at the table.

"Did you enjoy your food?" he asked politely, carefully placing the empty plates on his left hands.

"Excellent as always," answered Sakura with a smile. "One day I'll kidnap your chef and keep him hostage in my house to cook for me."

Sakura and the waiter let out a laugh while Ino raised an eyebrow at her friend. The pinkette found amazing dick and now he ghosted her. No man is safe around her, especially in her house.

"I'll let him know that you liked the food," the mid-forties man said after another giggle, "Can I bring you ladies something else?"

"You can bring our bill, card please," Ino answered this time.

"Of course, I'll be right back."

As soon as the waiter left, Ino took her wallet out from her red designer purse and hold a hand up Sakura. "My treat this time. Anyway Sak, we can always find that idiot and-"

"I don't wanna hear it, bitch. I told you I don't care and the waiter is coming back so shut up with your murder plans."

"I have to strongly disagree with you, dad," she snapped back in the phone, feeling a headache making its appearance.

"Don't be rude to your father, young lady." Sakura rolled her eyes. Her stupid family made her rude. "Our family was always present at such events."

"By our family you mean you and mom! I have no interest in buying overly expensive paintings, thank you!"

She had just got home from her lunch with Ino when her dad called her with the idiotic request that, guess what, was more of a 'you-must'. Lucky to be born in a wealthy family, my ass.

"We can't make it. So as a respect for the young artists that will donate money to charity, like we do, you should be there to help out by buying something."

Oh yeah, she would like to buy something; like a big hammer to slam it in her head. Why can't they just buy something online or some shit? Do they really have to be assholes and make her go to some artistic event that she totally hates after she met a very big artistic asshole named Sai?

Hell no! There is no fucking way she would do such thing. She will never take the risk to meet her ex there. No fucking way! She won't do it!

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she sighed to herself, after she entered the big hall of the museum that served as an exposition for the night. She swiftly took a glass of champagne from a waiter's trail and tried to stop herself from gulping it all down her throat.

The whole place was full of rich people, everyone dressed like they came to show how much money they own and looking around like they give a shit about art. Ha! Those assholes couldn't even recognize Mona Lisa if it was in front of their eyes.

When she got tired of pacing around trying her best to not bore herself to death, she found some seats placed in front of a big wall with painting. As she sat down, happy to give her feet a rest, she took an unimpressed glance at the wall. Wait a second.. this style..

"Admiring my art, cherry pie?"

Oh hell no!

There was only one person who ever called her that hideous nickname and also only one person who would have such a psychopath-awakening-inside-her-body voice.

"Sai," she spat between gritting teeth, her head turning to look up at the asshole, the killer intent present in her emerald orbs.

"I don't remember you being a fan of art, but I guess you missed me so much, you had to make this sacrifice," he smiled at her with that cretin face expression of his and Sakura was this close to shove one of his painting up his ass.

"Oh yes Sai, I miss you just as much as I miss your small dick," she glared at him, already on her feet and ready to go as far as possible from the imbecile.

"Now, now, cherry pie," he sweetly purred, grabbing her hand and making her stop in her tracks. "This is not how you should treat-"

"A two-faced, short-dicked, cheater asshole?" Sakura continued, trying to escape his grasp.

If this fucker doesn't let me go, he'll leave this place in pieces with a fucking ambulance.

"That hurt," he responded with a fake pout, making the pinkette's glare intensify.

"Oh this is nothing to what I would like to do to you."

"Really now?" he took a step closer to her, his stupid height shadowing her small frame –even with high heels- and touched his lips to her ear. "I would love to see this kinky side of you, my dear-"

Just as Sakura was about to shut that motherfucker down with her foot, uninterested of the scene she would make, a familiar hand landed on her back.

"You might want to give her some space."

Sakura looked at Sai, who took a step back to look at the new arrived, then at the person who talked behind her and her breath caught in her throat.

"Sasuke?"

"Hmm, some fuck friend of yours? Because, we both know you can't keep a boyfriend happy for too long huh."

"Excuse me?" It was her turn to step forward, her fists clenched at her sides, ready to punch the shit out of him. "Care to say that again, you dipshit?" she whispered-yelled at him.

I will throw this idiot straight to hell myself if I nee-

"Actually," Sasuke started, placing a hand between the ex-couple and one on Sakura's upper back, "she makes me quite happy. The problem is you." His voice was calm but strong, his touch sending chills down her spine but.. What the hell is this idiot talking about?

"Really?" Sai asked curiously, "maybe she's been practicing. We could have a threeso-"

"Listen here creep, stay away from her or I'll make sure you won't be able to paint ever again," he threatened, his tone cold as ice and eyes narrowed dangerously.

He didn't wait for an answer, grabbing Sakura's hand and dragging her away from a stunned but curious Sai.

"What the hell was that?" Sakura asked fuming, as soon as they stopped in another room.

He shrugged his broad shoulders and smirked. "You're welcome"

She glared, punching his chest as hard as she could. He didn't even flinch, rolled his dark orbs and gently pushed her hand down. "Act like a lady, not a fucking beast."

"Why youuu.. How dare you come out of nowhere and think you are some fucking hero? I didn't need your help, okay? I can handle that piece of shit."

Black thin brows arched, his expression serious now. "You were visibly shaking and almost making an idiot out of yourself in front of many important people,"

"I was not!" she huffed, hands coming up to cross under her chest. Sasuke's eyes drew to her assets before going back to her face.

"You were. Accept it and shut up," he looked her up and down and leaned his body into the wall. She looked so damn good. He wanted to take her right there in front of everyone.

"Excuse me, I can see you ogling like a pervert, you know?" she complained, her rosy cheeks moving to her left, curly strands of pink flowing over her face. She was gorgeous. Fuck.

"You're mad I ghosted you," he claimed out of nowhere.

"Wha- no! I don't care about you and your dick," she pushed her cheeks out like a child and Sasuke chuckled.

"I was on a business trip."

"I didn't ask."

"But you wanted to."

"No, I didn't."

"Sakura, you don't have to hide things from me."

"I can do whatever I want, Sasuke."

"Then fuck me," he pushed himself off the wall, getting so close to Sakura that she couldn't breathe right.

"W-what? Are you insane?" She looked around panicked that someone might have heard them. "Shut your mouth."

"You want me," he whispered with a smirk on his face, loving how she reacts to him.

"I like the sex with you. I just want you for that."

Sasuke's brows went up then his grin grew. "Good, then let's make a deal."

"A deal? We are not business partners," she gave him a weird glance.

"I like fucking you. You like fucking me. I don't have time for relationships and since you said you don't want more from me either.. it's a deal."

Sakura looked incredulously at him. At the expectant glance he gave her, she sighed defeated. "Sounds good to me, but-"

"But?"

She raised a perfect manicured finger. "Deals have rules and also deal-breakers."

Sasuke raised an eyebrow, amused, "Thought you didn't like all these business things."

"I don't, but dad made sure to push things in my head without my consent sometimes. So, we'll talk about everything tomorrow evening at my place. I'll send you my address."

Sasuke snorted at her business-like tone. "I can't tomorrow."

"Too bad," she smiled playfully. "Might find someone else then." Sasuke narrowed his dark orbs. "Oh well, later Sasuke. I have a painting to buy then get the hell out of this hell hole." She winked over her naked shoulder and moved her hips seductively before disappearing after a corner.

Sasuke remained stoned in placed, still looking towards the place she was a moment before. What the hell is with this woman?

The next day in the evening, Sakura had just pulled a white crop top over her head when there was a knock on the door. She smiled to herself, taking her time from her room to the door. When she opened it, there he was. Dressed in a pair of fitting jeans and a simple shirt, he leaned in her door frame giving her his Uchiha renowned smirk.

"Thought you couldn't make it, huh," she countered with her own grin.

He pushed his body past her, dragging the door after him and pushed her against it as soon as it closed. His raven bangs fell on his face as he tilted his head to his side, a naughty glance into his dark orbs. He placed a hand near her head and grinned. "Even so, you still waited for me."

"Cocky as usual, I see," she said with a roll of her eyes. Sakura placed a hand on his chest and looked up at him. "Stay back with your naughty hands, you have a contract to sign."

He watched her go further into the living room and he followed her after a moment. Contract?

As he sat down near her on the couch he gave her a questioning gaze.

"Want something to drink?"

"Ah yeah, a glass of what the fuck are you talking about." He side-glanced at the papers on the coffee table. "You are really nuts."

"Suit yourself," she shrugged her shoulders then took the papers she prepared and threw them in his hands.

"Fuck friends contract?"

"Mhm..", she hummed.

"This is ridiculous." He looked at her for any visible injury at the head. Nope, it seems she's just special like that.

"Come on business guy, this is your thing right?"

He rolled his eyes and began reading the stupid contract. "No feelings, cool, fair enough. Sex at least a few times per month," he glanced at her. "At least a few times. Each one has to be understanding," he nodded. "Both sides are allowed to have sex with somebody else as long as the we are the first option, always?" He glared at her. "Hell no."

"Excuse me? You don't want to fuck other girls?" she questioned.

"This isn't about me. It's about you."

"Ha!" she faked laughed at him, "So you are allowed to do it with whomever but I don't?"

"Duh! You're a woman."

"And you're a sexist asshole."

"Fine!"

"Fine."

He snatched the pen from Sakura's hand, ignoring her glare, and signed the paper with a fast movement. When he finished, he threw them on the table and turned around to look at Sakura.

"You didn't even finish-"

"I really don't give a fuck," he interrupted her, grabbing the hem on her crop top and pulling on it until their faces were inches apart. "I'm sick of paper," he whispered.

Just as their lips were about touch, Sakura's phone started to ring. She pulled her head away, leaning over the coffee table to look at the screen. An exasperated sigh left her mouth. "It's my father, I have to take this."

"No you don't," he contradicted her, pulling on her arm until she fell on his lap. Unfortunately, her finger already touched the screen on the answer button.

"Dad," she greeted, throwing daggers with her eyes at Sasuke who started to kiss her neck.

"What? Mmh.. I'm fine, had something stuck in my throat. No, I'm fine, I'm fine." She pulled on Sasuke's hair until his face came up from her neck and in front of her vision. Her eyes gleamed dangerously and the corner of her mouth twitched. He grinned in response.

"Tonight? But that's like in one hour and a hal- I can't-.. Fine! Bye!" she threw her phone over her shoulder on the other corner of the couch and growled, hitting her head in Sasuke's chest.

"What was that about?" he asked tilting his head to have a better look at the mess of pink locks.

"Diner tonight," she murmured with her head still buried in Sasuke's shirt.

Dark orbs rolled, "Don't go," he ordered.

"Can't. And you can't either."

"What?"

She raised her head to look at his confused expression. "Family diner with my family.. and yours," she muttered.

It was Sasuke's time to throw his head back and growl. "Fuck this." After a moment of silence, he looked at her under his lashes and smirked. "Do you think we have time for a round though?"

"No, you sex addict! Move yours ass!"

TBC

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