It's been four weeks since I moved to London. A city which is rarely asleep. A city which offers a variety of ways to distract myself at night... Ways which I need to distract myself from him.

Troy haunts me in my sleep. Ever since I left him, he didn't leave me. I dream of him. Every night. I dream of our past. Of his smile, his eyes, his wide shoulders, his toned arms... his whole body.

This night, I dreamt of his laugh. His incredible laugh which makes my broken heart sing in my sleep. But that's what I am. Heartbroken.

I lie awake in my bed, watching the sun rising. If only the sun rose faster, maybe my dreams wouldn't be so painfull then.

I sigh as I stare at the sun, unable to stop my mind from wandering back to him. Us. Like it always does when I don't distract myself with work.

Flashback

Rays of light fill the bedroom. The french windows are torn open, letting the window into the room, making the sheer white drapes flow along.

My eyes flutter open slowly, needing to get used to the bright sun. Seconds later a shadow appears above me and I open my eyes completely to find out what causes the shadow.

"Good morning..." he whispers to me before his lips crash softly against mine.

I let myself get lost in his kiss, burrying my hands in his hair. God, how much I love these mornings... Mornings in which we don't have to stress to go to work. Mornings in which we are like regular couple. Mornings which are too rare.

"It really is a good morning." I say, letting go of his lips.

He smiles at me as I brush through his sandy brown hair. His bright blue eyes are sparkling. And I am the reason for his sparkle.

It feels my heart with so much love. He fills my heart with so much love. More love than it is able to contain.

I return his smile. I never want this moment to end.

End of Flashback

I frown at my reflection. My eyes are red and swollen. I must've cried in my sleep again.

I thought the tears have stopped from rolling down my cheeks weeks ago. Seems like they only stopped until now. I cry in my sleep. I've never cried in my sleep before. But now I do.

Because of him.

I walk down the black-wooden stairs of the townhouse in Covent Garden, yawning all the way. I did my best to cover my undereye circles with make up. I think I did just well. After all, I have a couple of meetings with potential investors today. Investors I need if I want Unfaithful records to become a permanent thing.

I hear the television getting switched off just a second before I enter the kitchen.

"Ryan, you didn't have to turn off the television." I say to my blonde step-brother who is drinking coffee and eating an omlete at the kitchen island.

"Morning." he says, smiling, trying to hide the newspaper from me.

"Switch on the television and hand me the newspaper, Ryan." I say to him.

He sighs before he hands me the newspaper. I gasps as I see the headline.

Manhattan record's boss Tanner under arrest! Did they really launder money? Answer on page six!

"I thought they would stop by now." I say, my eyes still focused on the newspaper. The picture of Tanner in handcuffs is a pretty nice picture though.

"Your lawsuit has been in the press for the last four weeks. And now, that you did not win... guess the state wants to have it's own proof."

"I'm just thankfull I got there out before I'd be the one walking with handcuffs through New York." I say, filling a cup with coffee. "The television, Ryan." I remind him.

He sighs, "You really want to see that?"

"Ry, I love you for your protective instict but... I am fine. I can handle it."

"I hear you crying in your sleep, Gabs."

I frown. "I can't control my body when I sleep. But I can controll my feelings now."

He bites on his lips before he switchs on the television.

An image appears which I haven't seen for four weeks. Well, I did see it... in my dreams.

"Bolton leaves Tanner's & Bolton's enterprises! A publicist told BBC exclusive that Troy Bolton is planning to leave his partner, Stephanie Tanner. According to the publicist, this decision has been made before the scandal around Manhattan Record's and it's former owner, Gabriella Montez. Word has it, that Montez and Bolton have been in a relationship, which ended two months ago. Could she be the reason for his actions? Stay tuned!"

I frown at the television, "So Franklin warned his son after all."

Ryan looks at me, "Are you okay?"

"I'm good. I'm glad he's got out there without rarely any damages." I say and take a sip of my coffee, "Anyways, I have to go now."

He nodds, "Gabs, if you need me I'm here for you."

I smile at him, trying to hide the tears in my eyes, "I know... I just wish it would be him instead of you, you know?"

He pulls me in a hugg, "I know... I know."

"And why exactly should I invest into Unfaithful records?" he asks me, his poker face not revealing a single emotion he is feeling.

I lean forward on my ellbows, closing the distance between us a little more. Still, sitting at the other side of the mahogany table which is so huge, my movement doesn't seem to have the effect I wanted it to be. This is my last chance. My last option. The last investor.

He doesn't react to my move and continues speaking although he sees my mouth opening up because I'd like to response. "Miss Montez, of course I have heard of your reputation in New York City, but this is London. It's a whole new game with fresh cards. Your reputation means nothing. You begin at zero and not at one hundret, you need to understand it. Building a new reputation is a must..." the black Armani tuxedo he is wearing fits his muscular body perfectly. It's probably tailored.

I open my mouth to response once more, but he shuts me off without me even starting again.

"I know that you are a star in New York and your work is very... impressive, I must say."

"But?" I raise an eyebrow at him. Without an investor, I am done. All the others didn't want to work with Unfaithful records. He is my last chance.

He rubs his chin a little, as if he is thinking about his options. Then he shakes his head slowly.

Is that a no?

"I don't think we should cooperate. Sadly, Field's Ventures is not interested in an cooperation, Miss Montez."

I frown at him. He wants to play dirty? Alright, I can play dirty... I can play even dirtier.

His eyes follow me as I rise from the chair and walk around the table until I reach him. From such a close distance, his body is even more present. I let my eyes dance up and down his body, fully aware that he is doing the same although he's still wearing his poker face.

For minutes, neither of us says anything. I let the atmosphere load up slowly. Aware that this sexual desire is dancing inside of me and him.

"Miss Montez, I think you should leave. I have an appointment very shortly." he says to me, his dark brown eyes rested on the door behind me.

I turn my head around and look at the massiv glass door, which is not transparent right now. "Oh I will... I will." I ensure him, moving my head to him again. "I will leave once I got what I wanted." I say into his eyes, seeing a sparkle inside of them.

"I'm sorry, but Field's Ventures is not able to give you what you want." he says in a cool voice to me.

I smirk at him before I lean forward. His breath sharpens immediately, "I believe Field's Ventures will give me what I want in the end anyways, Mr. Fields." I whisper into his eyes.

"Miss Montez, I-" he voice shuts off as soon as I hear the door getting torn open behind me.

I sigh. Damn it, I was this close!

"Derek, what about-" the very deep male voice shuts off as his eyes see me leaning against the table. "I wasn't aware that you still have company. I'm sorry for the interuption."

"No, we're done." the man in the tuxedo says to me. "I'm sorry, but Field's Ventures is unable to help you, Miss Montez."

I nodd, giving in. I've lost this war. Damn it! Why the hell does this man have to appear right now?! Couldn't he wait another minute?! "Of course. Thanks for your time, Mr. Fields." I say, lifting myself from the table and turning around. My breath gets stuck as my eyes recognize the second male figure in the room. I would never be able to forget him. Ever.

My eyes stare shocked at him. They eyeball him as I'm reminding myself to breath. That body...

Those eyes.

The man clears his throat, still wearing his pokerface. He has amazing cheekbones... everything about him is amazing. I'm not sure if he recognizes me. Well, actually I'm pretty sure that he has forgotten me by now... I mean, it's been months since we last each other... Yet it feels like it was yesterday I kissed him. Felt him...

And I was sure we would never see each other again.

"Derek, go to the meeting. I have something to discuss with Miss Montez here." The man says in a neutral voice. Those soft lips...

Mr. Fields gets up and nodds, "Okay... It was nice meeting you." he says, offering me his hand.

I shake it and fake a smile. "Likewise."

My eyes watch Mr. Fields leaving the room with long, fast steps. But I am only watching Fields leaving in the cornor of my eyes. My main focus is standing across me. And he is taking my breath away.

His black tuxedo fits his body perfectly. As he turns around and walks after Fields, I can see his back. His wide muscular shoulders which are hidden behind the black tuxedo.

Fields talks to him for a quick minute, mumbles something I don't understand. Both men nodd before the doors gets closed by him. Then he turns around and I get to stare into his emerald colored orbs again.

His eyes rest on mine before they dance down my body. Does he recognize me?

The blood freezes as my eyes watch him moving, walking over to me in fast steps. He doesn't recognize me, does he? What is he going to do? My brain doesn't function right. Never would I have thought that he would be here. Work here. Be in London. Be him.

He doesn't give my brain any more time to think. His lips crash against mine. It's an intensive, longing kiss. A kiss I return without me really wanting it. God, he is such a good kisser. Such an amazing man... Such a dominant man.

"What are you doing here?" I ask him breathlessly after I pulled away.

"Shh..." he says grinning, before he kisses me again. Within seconds I feel my desire building for him. A desire I have felt before. I have allayed before. For one night.

I let go again, "Why didn't you tell me your name? Who you are?"

He brushs through my dark brown locks, "Would it have changed anything?"

I frown. Would it?

He doesn't give me time to response. He kisses my neck, creating a fire inside of me, "Oh God..." I whisper aroused already before I feel his hands around my hips, lifting me up and placing me on the table again.

Maybe I would have chosen Lucas over Troy then.

Troy... My heart is about to clench, but his kiss stops it. He doesn't give me time to think about anything else. Anything else but him.

He posses me. Just like he did before.

He lets got of my lips and stares intensivly long into my eyes. My lips are dry. My breath gets stuck. It feels like he is staring right into my soul. Into my broken soul. Into the soul that his bro- his lips crash against mine.

I think, he doesn't believe it either. He doesn't believe what is happening is really happening right now. It feels surreal.

He lets go again, giving me time to catch my breath. I can't help but reflect the smile which starts to form on his lips.

"Do you know how much I've longed for you since that event three months ago? Do you know how much I wanted you to come to the other parties? How I went there to especially search for you and leave with empty hands?" he asks, giving me no time to response, "If only I knew who you were... I wouldn't have let you go." he whispers into my ear, making me lose my breath.

I am unable to process this information correctly. I am too aroused to think about anything but him and his body... and what he could do with me.

"He has hurt you, hasn't he? That's the reason why you're here..." he says into my eyes. His eyes are filled with anger. Anger mixed with jealously... Anger, jealously and a big amount of protective instinct.

I shake my head, "No talking." I say before I kiss him softly, "Instead fuck me."

His eyes change, while his lips form a dirty grin. Has he missed me saying this? Missed that dirty language coming out of my mouth?

Did I miss him?

First chapter! Ahhhh, I'm so excited! I hope you like it.

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