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[{&lane jordyn;;]

His eyes scanned over the number on the screen of his laptop a few more times. his heart was still beating so fast from seeing them pictures, them words, from being in contact again. Thinking aobut it, he was only about a mile away from where she lived, and yet he'd not once bumped into her in the last, what five, six years? The last time he'd saw her, was a couple of months after he'd been sent to prison.

He was a trainee teacher see, for college, that happened to have an affair with a younger girl, at the start she was seventeen. Their relationship lasted for a while, sex in stock rooms, rushed orgasms in rooms, even a quick ass slap in the class, it was fun, dangerous, until they were found out, he was sacked instantaneously, in fact, he was smacked by the head teacher. And not lightly either.

He was sent to prison for 5 months, it was hell really, it changed him, he became aggressive in prison, his sentance was almost lengthened for abuse of a prison guard, but, there was no evidence he'd done it, even if he had. So, five months it was.

After that he tried to find her again, but he was on a restraining order from the college, and for an extra year was forced to move to Hawaii, but, as his restraint left him, he moved back to were he loved, with his brothers and sisters, who supported him forever.

Looking around he gripped his cellphone, banged in the number but waited a couple of seconds. He didn't want to sound desperate. God he really wasn't going for that.

Around 10 minutes passed, and Sarah his sister clocked on that he'd found Sienna. She was the clever one of the twins.

He simply turned off his laptop, raised his eyebrows at her, and ran upstairs to his magnificent bedroom.

Pressing the call button he held the phone to his ear, and sighed inpatiently.

Ring Ring. Ring Ring.

Then there it was her voice.

His stomach felt like it had been taken over by butterflies, his heart felt as if any moment it was going to explode, and his head was spinning. He closed his eyes, plopping down onto his bed.

"Hi Sienna."

He said sweetly, in his never changing voice. He grinned to himself, waiting for her reply.

[[xSIENNAbrooke]]

<sub>Sienna watched the screen for a few seconds before pushing her chair away from the desktop, switching it onto standby. She sighed gently, tilting her head back. Truthfully, she'd been waiting for this moment for such a long time, but now it had come, she was sort of scared. So many things could go wrong. If her parents found out, they'd go mental. And little Natasha could never find out about her daddy. And he couldn't find out Natasha was his daughter. The resemblance was striking but she'd just have to assure that whenever he came round Tasha was out of the house or in her room. She heard her daughters yells from the hall way and she stood up, pushing everything to the back of her mind.

"Hey sweetie, how was school?" She asked the youngster, picking her up and resting her on her hip. Natasha explained everything that had happened and then announced that she was hungry. "Lasagne sound good?" Sienna asked, and she was greeted by a vigorous nod of the head for a reply. "Go play for a while then while I get it cooking." Natasha did as she was told and pulled out her dolls house, setting up the furniture and dolls. It'd keep her quiet for hours. Just as she pulled the food out of the refridgerator, her cell began to ring, vibrating in her pocket. She took it out, looking at the unrecognised caller ID, guessing it must be Lane. "Hello?" She spoke into the receiver. Yeah, definitely Lane. She hadn't heard his voice in such a long time but it hadn't changed. "Oh. Hey Lane. How you doin'?" She asked, as casually as she could.

Damn she'd asked that just 20 minutes before on MySpace. Ah well, it was a conversation starter right? color=violet]"Mommy? Who is it?"</sub>

[/color] Natasha asked, coming into the kitchen, doll in hand. "Never you mind cheeky." She replied with a grin, trying the best she could to cover the receiver but missing most of it and covering the buttons instead.
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[{&lane jordyn;;]

He grinned at her voice, so sweet, yet he know what she could really be like. Usually, he wasn't one to, ahem, love, but, he felt something so strong for this girl, it almost brought him to tears when he thought that he'd lost her for good, in fact, a couple of times, it did bring him to tears.

but now look, he was on the phone to her, chatting away like nothing had ever happened. suddenly, he felt sick with nerves. What if she didn't like him anymore. And didn't want anything to do with him. what if ... so many what if's. He gulped and stuttered as he spoke again.

"I-I'm ... good thanks. Um, thought anymore on ... going ... somewhere tonight?"

He asked softly. God, he was nearly what, thirty, he couldn't believe he was being so shy about all of this. He took a deep breath and walked over to his water dispenser, letting some droplets of water fall into a cup.

Taking a sip he cooled himself down and coughed his nerves away, smiling again. He walked over to him wardrobe, and routed through for a decent outfit he could wear if she wanted to go out tonight.

He didn't really have anything to say other than organize aday where they could catch up, maybe ... no, he had to stop thinking like that she wouldn't be interested anymore, he just knew it.

He was thinking aobut her daughter too, he hadn't realised that the last time he'd slept with her fell right into the time where the girl was concieved, but as he thought about it, it sort of made sense.

And ... she said she didn't have a bloke. ... and surely a bloke would stay with such a gorgeous girl if she had their child.

Oh dear.

[[xSIENNAbrooke]]

<sub>She held the received between her shoulder and the side of her head as she slipped the lasagne she'd made earlier into the oven, switching it on and setting the timer. She stalled a little in reply, almost dropping the phone as she reached up to grab it again. "Um well, I still need to find someone to mind Natasha but I'm sure my Mom could do it if I run her down there. I'll have to get back to you though." She replied, glaring at Natasha in a way that made her turn and head back into the lounge, a cute little pout on her face.

She leant back against the kitchen worktop, examining her nails, deciding they needed repainting if she was going anywhere with him. God, what was she doing? She never thought about anything like that. She wasn't a girl who thought about changing her nail polish or doing her hair. She had more important things to worry about, although she did take pride in her appearance, don't get me wrong. She wasn't a slob who just threw on any old thing and walked out with her hair a mess, but she didn't go to huge lengths just to drop her daughter to school or just to do the grocery shopping. Her good looks were natural, and that was the face she'd been blessed with so why mess it up with all kinds of cosmetics and creams?

"So, where are you taking me if I say yes?" She asked, smiling into the phone, her arm returning to her side. She made her way into her bedroom. It was gorgeous, decorated all shades of purple with a huge four poster bed with voils all around it. She began searching through her closet, deciding what to wear. Of course, she was going but she didn't want to seem too eager. That definitely wouldn't be a good start, and it wasn't really her style either. She just played it cool, acted casual and it'd worked on him before...</sub>

[{&lane jordyn;;]

He shook it off. No, she couldn't possibly have a daughter with him, she would have told him straight off. He knew it. So, his mind was settled a little, not overly, but enough so's that he started acting more confident. He pulled out his best jeans, they were a darker pair, but had a worn look too them, they were smart, yet casual, and after laying them on his bed he looked in his shirt collection, picking out a black one, with a small motif on the bottom which was basically just a tribal pattern.

Walking to the mirror, he look at his face and ran his hands over his stubble. Very nice. Sienna did really did it, so he could remember anyway. He also moved over to his chest of drawers, opened the middle drawer and admired his ties for different occasionas, smiling he picked up a black one, silk aswell, this was his casual, evening tie. He smiled and pt that onto the pile, walking back over to the wardrobe he looked at the shoe shelves, picking his black shoes, and placing them at the foot of his bed.

Hearing her question, he grinned. But then thought, and furrowed his brow. Where was he going to take her? The poshest restaurant out there for sure, but he really didn't know what she'd like.

"I don't know. MacDonalds?"

He said laughing slightly. She knew he wasn't really going to take her there, in fact, he may as well splash out completely and go to The Emerald, which was where a lot of celebrities got dressed up for, and had beautiful food, the restaurant is one of the most high ranking in the World. Closely followed by The Shipwreck, which made a speciality of sushi and seafood, as well as multi cultural.

"I was thinking The Emerald. Or, The Shipwreck. Whichever. It's up to you."

He smiled and looked up into the mirroronce more. He couldn't believe still, that he was talking to Sienna McKenzie.

[[xSIENNAbrooke]]

<sub>She sifted through the huge amount of clothes she had hanging up in the large walk-in closet. It was stupid really, she had so many clothes but she didn't wear many of them. Most of them just hung there day-in day-out, barely ever being taken off the hanger. She couldn't decide what to wear though. Should she go for sofisticated? Maybe a black dress and stilettos. Or perhaps a black and white corset with a skirt. It all suited her. But she just couldn't choose.

"McDonalds? I wouldn't be seen dead in there!" She replied, laughing quietly. "Maybe I'll just stay home, lasagne sounds much more appealing than hamburgers." She shook her head. She should have known he'd be sarcastic. He always was. Then he changed his mind, switching to the more high-class restaurants. Well, she could go there if he was taking her. "Hmm, The Emerald's meant to be nice. Maybe we could go there." She said, pulling back the voils on her bed and falling back, laying on the brilliant white sheets. "Why don't you pick me up at 7, we can have a few drinks here, get talking a little then we can go to the restaurant. Sound good?" She asked, fiddling with the bangs of dark wavey hair that framed her face, trying to decide how she should have her hair. Damn, why was she thinking all these things? It wasn't like her to change anything to try and impress a man. So why was she trying to impress Lane?

God, but she really did want to impress him...</sub>

[{&lane jordyn;;]

He grinned, and laughed at her answer to the suggestion of McDonalds. God, he hated McDonalds so much, it was overrated, and shockingly over a quarter of the population are actually allergic to all the trash they but in their so called burgers.

Oh, the Emerald was a lace for him, and expecially with a gorgeous girl on his arms. Sienna was a stunner, and a lot of guys when they were having their forbidden affair were after her. She wasn't exactly girly, but she wasn't a frump, she was sexy, gorgeous, herself.

They were both bpretty genuine people when they wanted to be, that's what made them connect inthe first place, they genuinely liked each other, and from day one, they were completely honest to one another, even if it was 'wrong' it felt so right. To them.

When he got fired, and sent to prison, he felt his world had ended, he knew he wasn't going to see her again, after telling her everything about his abusive childhood, in which his father tried to kill him three times, and how his mother got completely drunk, high, and hung herself right infront of him when he was 12 years old. In fact, that was the ignition for his father's mental illness. Before he'd been aggressive, but after Lane's mom died, he went really psycho, tried to stab his kids, and the postman, he got locked in a cell, and by cell, the term refers to a white, padded, security cell.

It was all so retarded when the four kids, Lane [now 14], Cade [10], Sarah [4], Sofia [4] and Jake [3] where all shipped over to London, where the were told their father had died, before returning to Tennessee, where they grew up. Two years had passed since their mom died, and now, they were all alone. No parents, just each other. At first it was sad, but, ... but their pain had ended. They weren't to be abused for any longer. They moved to LA, where they stayed. And still are.

"See you then, then."

Lane smiled, before hanging up the reciever, he really couldn't wait now. Excitement filled his body. He quickly got changed, and waited until it got time for him to go.

He left the house, money in his wallet, in his pocket, car keys in hand, his beautiful black bentley looking very prestige in the front driveway. He grinned, climbing in and belting up, switly zooming to her penthouse suite.

He rang the door bell, and waited, his heart in his mouth.

[[xSIENNAbrooke]]

_{She hung up, keeping her cell in her hand as she spread herself out on the bed, her feet only just touching the floor and her arms above her head. This had all moved so fast. An hour ago, she hadn't spoken to him for just over 5 years, now they were meeting up and going on a 'date'. She lay on her bed for a few minutes, just day dreaming until she heard Natasha's voice, bringing her back down to earth. "Mommy, the ovens smoking."}

[/color] The youngster called. "Shit! Fuck, fuck fuck!" She yelled scrambling to her feet and running to the kitchen, where believe it or not, thick grey smoke was coming from the oven. She opened it up, taking out the burnt lasagne and rolling her eyes. "Maybe I'll just get some pizza. Is that okay?" She asked Natasha who nodded, smiling as she skipped off to play. Well she wasn't eating and she needed something quick. She ordered a pizza and headed into the bathroom, switching on the shower.

She took her time getting ready, trying on different things and eventually deciding on a white strappy top with no back and diamantes on the front with a smart denim skirt that reached her mid thigh. She took the front bits of her hair back and added some random curls to her already wavey locks and started on her make up. She'd already called up her mom who'd agreed to look after Natasha if Sienna could take her over. She just had to travel to Malibu Beach to drop her off and her parents were going to have her over night. When she was ready, she piled Natasha into the car along with her little overnight suitcase and drove her to Malibu Beach. She'd told her mom she was going out on a date, luckily she hadn't asked who with. She arrived back just in time, rushing upstairs as she heard a car pulling into the parking lot. About 10 seconds after she'd shut the door, the bell rung. She opened the door, a grin appearing on her face as she caught sight of him. "Well hey you, long time no see." She said, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek and hug him. "Come on in." She said, opening the door further so he could enter.[/sub][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[{&lane jordyn;;]

He grinned as she opened the door, wow, she'd grew up. Well, not that she wasn't grown up when he last saw her, but things had changed, boobs, hair, the way she looked mature and sensible now, yet still owned that sexyness. Oh she was gorgeous still, that was for sure. He grinned and kissed her cheek as she kissed his, his hand on her bare back.

He stepped into the house, a faint smell of burning in the air, but it had been masked by a sweet smell of perfume. The penthouse had a lovely feel to it, so homely and warm, and looking into the lounge he coud see a dolls house and some pink cars, barbie dolls, bratz and miniatures. They were Natasha's.

He let himself walk into their and sat down on the sofa, looking up at Sienna and grinning

"Can I have a drink?"

He said cheekily. He was always like that. Looking at them now, you'd have never've know one had got the other banged up, and they hadn't seen each other for 5 years.

He felt something strong towards this girl, and not just friendship, he'd always felt something ... like love, for her. He looked around her apartment, stood up and wandered into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of spirits and pouring it into a glass which he grabbed from a cupboard. Nothing like making yourself at home. He grabbed another glass, and topped it up for Sienna.

"You still wanna go to the Emerald? Truth is we could have a much better time here than at some fancy restaurant."

[[xSIENNAbrooke]]

<sub>Sienna let him come in and then closed the door behind him, following him to the lounge. She stood opposite him, sitting on the arm of the sofa after a few moments, running a her fingers through the bottom of her hair. "Yeah, help yourself." She replied, looking to the floor. As he moved into the kitchen, she stood, quickly hiding a photo on top of the TV of her and Natasha. She couldn't have him find them, she was sure he'd see some kind of resemblence between them. After hiding another one, she entered the kitchen to find him pouring some knd of drink into a glass, and then another for her. There was still another photo on top of the microwave. She subtly moved across, standing with her back to it and laying it, face down. She felt mean but she had to be sure of this guy first. Yeah, she'd known him 5 years ago, but not anymore. He couldbe completely different. She definitely was.

She took the drink, agreeing with him. "Sure, we could watch a movie if you like. Just please, don't choose the Bratz movie, I've seen it too many times already." She said with a smile as she turned again, reaching to the wine rack above the fridge and grabbing a bottle of white wine. "This okay?" She asked, grabbing two wine glasses and heading into the lounge. She sat down on the sofa, unbuckling her dainty stilletto shoes and chucking them in the corner. "They were killing me already." She explained, shrugging her shoulders. She never had been one for really high shoes. She could cope with high, just not really high. "So anything in particular you wanna watch?" She asked, pulling her feet up and patting the sofa next to her for him to sit down.</sub>

[{&lane jordyn;;]

He smiled at her approval, and shuffled into the lounge, after leaving his glass in the kitchen, he looked around at the film collection, and decided upon a romantic comedy rated NC-17. He smiled and pushed it into the DVD player, pressng play and sitting on the sofa. Hopefully she'd be able to suss that he'd changed, but for the better.

He knew he had to be 'good' now, and that he couldn't afford to go to prison again. No way. He looked at her sat next to him, and grabbed the bottle of wine, pouring himself a glass and taking a sip. He nodded, in approval of the wine.

Slipping an arm around her he smirked and played with her hair.

"Come on then, tell me about yourself now."

He removed his arm and wrapped both hands around the glass, his eyes focused on Sienna's face, watching every part of it. Noticing the movement of it all. It was all so perfect, so delicate, so wonderful.

[[xSIENNAbrooke]]

Sienna smiled at the film choice, it was a good movie, just the one she'd expected him to pick. She wasn't sure when he slipped his arm around her and began messing with her hair. She was still trying to suss him out, not that he was a bad guy or anything. But she just wanted to be careful, make sure he was what she wanted before she got too far in that she couldn't get back out. She felt more comfortable when he moved his arm, but just thinking these things were making her feel guilty. He obviously had one thing in mind, them making it work again, but she wasn't completely sure that was what she wanted.

Sounds stupid. The fact that she'd been searching for him for a while, even if it was just over the internet, and now she had what she wanted, she was thinking about giving it all away again. It was just strange how fast the day had gone.

She poured herself a glass of wine too, sitting back and thinking of a decent reply to his question. Should she really tell him what she did for a living? "I'm a dancer at a guys club." She replied, blushing a little. "But its just to raise a little extra cash as well as studying for a degree in fitness." She added. Lies. But ah well. She didn't want him to think she was just some sluttly little girl. What the hell would she do if they did get together? She'd have to explain alot to him, about Natasha, about her job. And she'd have a hell of a lot more to explain to her mom and dad. And Destiny. "How about you?" She asked, trying to take the focus off herself. She more or less downed the rest of the wine in a few gulps, pouring another glass for herself and topping up Lane's.

[{&lane jordyn;;]

He furrowed his brow. Ace? She was a dancer at Ace? Wow. He was just going to take over that joint. Nothing had been settled as of yet, but, after owning another Fella's club, he was rolling in money, so much so that he bought a mansion on Brooke Hollow. Brooke. Haha. That was Sienna's surname too. He let out a slight sigh and then smiled. Should he mention anything? He decided for now, to just mention he was buying a ... place. A business.

"Me? I'm just going through the paperwork of buying a business in the city. It's using a lot of my time up. Word's on the street that this guy who's selling me his joint's wife has died. Killed herself supposedly."

She may not have knew the story of the guy who owned Ace. Apparently he decided to sell after his pregnant wife shot herself twice, once in the stomach, once in the head. Guess she couldn't cope.

The film began to start on the screen, but still he chatted away. He wasn't too fond of the start of films, and maybe it'd be better if they got to know each other. Just a little. Before he told her he wanted them to make a relationship again. It's all he could think about these days. He wasn't really one anymore for flings. Of course, he'd HAD them, but, he was the kinda guy who now wanted to settle down, have kids, a wife, a dog and a cat, maybe a couple of fish in a pond in the garden. I know it sounds completely retarded for him, but seriouly, he's really gentle. Of course he was still into sex, but now he was a lot more cautious about it, planning it, making the most of it. He'd only had one proper girlfriend in the time since Sienna, a lady called Lucy, who seemed to be just ripping him off anyway. Using him for his money. Because let's face it, he was a multimillionaire. and after doing a photoshoot a couple of months back with a famous actress for her new fragrance, he'd earned a little bit.

"I didn't see you as a stripper, Sienna. Maybe I got my priorities wrong."

He raised his eyebrows taking another swig of the wine, letting the cool liquid fall down his throat like the most beautiful waterfall, a it tumbled upon a clear depth, creating a luxury shower for thousands of fish and creatures that lived within. This wine really was heaven.

[[xSIENNAbrooke]]

Sienna listened as he told her about the business and about the lady. "Oh, I heard about that somewhere. Can't remember where though." She said with a shrug. Must have been the news or a paper or something or it could have been one of the girls at work. She looked down thinking about the story, her life must have been awful for her to have done that, and to kill the baby too, her husband must have been devastated. It wasn't her problem though, although she really did feel for the family.

She listened subconciously, other things on her mind as he chattered away. She glanced at him every now and then, smiling and nodding. She didn't mean to be rude, but all this seemed so surreal. It was just a bit too strange. Probably for the both of them. She sipped her wine, slowly this time, she didn't want to be out of her head in the first 10 minutes now did she? But to be honest, she could handle alcohol pretty well, all except liquors. They just went straight to her head. She could already feel the shot they'd had earlier getting to work on her.

"I'm not a stripper." She replied defensively. She despised when people called her that. It made her sound sleazy and much too slutty. She was just a dancer, who didn't really cover up that well while dancing. Sure, she'd filled in some spots occasionally when some girls were away, given a few lapdances. But she most definitely was not a stripper. "I just dance, I don't strip." She added, putting her glass on the coffee table. So maybe she'd been a little harsh with him, but she just couldn't let him get the wrong idea of her. She didn't think he'd be the sort of guy to take advantage, what with their history. But she didn't know him properly yet, he could just change. She watched the film for a few minutes, sulking a little, feeling just a bit angry at what he'd said. She'd snap out of it soon, surely...

[{&lane jordyn;;]

He grinned at her defensive snap. Not a stripper. Had she never heard of a joke? He laughed a little and slipped his glass onto the coffee table, and let his hands rest on his knees, before looking at the screen for a while.

Well, by while, pretty much the whole film. By now they'd polished off two and a half bottles of wine, and had started on vodka. God, they were going to be so sick tomorrow. One because they'd drank so much wine, a big causer of hangovers, and two because they were now mixing drinks. He laughed, his head banging a little, but still, he could focus, and talk, or at least, he thought he could.

He stood up, slightly stumbling fromthe speed he stood and then switched off the tv at the socket. He grinned and sat back down next to Sienna. Thousands of thoughts were going through his head at that moment. About what? Sienna. Obviously. About Natasha too, just a slight niggle at the back of his mind. I mean, what if she was his? He'd have a daughter, something he'd always wanted. I mean, a son he'd wanted so so much, but a daughter to spoil, to buy a wedding dress for when she's older. God it'd be his dream come true.

Yet, he couldn't bring it up now, it'd spoil the moment. They'd gotten closer over the past hour and a half, and had just divulged into their personal life a little. He edged closer to her and kissed her softly once, and then again, deeper, his lips parted.