Viva Las Vegas by TheJavaGirls

[JRK Archiver]

Ten

“Are you positive that there isn’t anything I can get for you?” Francis opened the door to her suite, stepping aside and letting Liz pass.

Looking over her shoulder strangely at him, she made a face and stopped. “Francis you’ve asked me that four times now. All I need is a nap, really.” Seeing his look of disbelief, Liz rolled her eyes. “I’m hung over, not dying.”

With a slight nod of his head Francis closed the door behind him, leaving her alone in the blissful silence. Giving the door one last look, she pushed aside the guards strange behavior and walked into the living room. Tossing her purse on one end of the couch, she collapsed on the other side and placed her head into her hands.

How could one night turn her world upside down? What a mess. To top of her nightmare his girlfriend, Carly shows up. How ironic was that?

Standing up wearily she walked over to the large picture window and looked down at the tourists that were scurrying around, looking a lot like ants. What she would do to trade places with anyone of them at that moment, anything to avoid ‘the talk’ Jason kept hounding for.

What was there to talk about really? It seemed that neither one of them remembered much about the previous night. Probably just worried that his sweet tempered girlfriend would find out. Snorting in disgust, Liz pushed herself away from the window and wandered around the room. Typical man. But even as the thought entered her mind she brushed it aside. There definitely wasn’t anything typical about Jason Morgan. Not just his appearance, but the fact that he seemed real. Like his expression when he was trying to calm her when the topic of birth control, or lack of came up. Something in his eyes told her that she could trust him to do the right thing, no matter what.

But then again what kind of man went behind his girlfriend’s back? Something tugged at the back of her mind. Demanding her to remember a conversation she and Emily had no to long ago. She’d been talking about Jason and Carly. The words unholy terror used to describe the blonde and something about Jason’s love for Michael. Had it really been only yesterday that Emily was telling her this?

What did it matter really? Six days from now she and Emily would be heading back to Boulder, leaving Las Vegas and last night behind. This whole mess would become yet another Lizzie story. It seemed that she couldn’t get through a vacation without one.

Sadly it was Webber family tradition to sit around and tell one Lizzie story after another. Each story more embarrassing then the last. Every one of them started the same way. ”Do you remember the time Lizzie... She had learned to hate those words by the time she was ten. Having to sit quietly as her family shared her most humiliating moments with anyone unfortunate enough to be considered friends of the family.

Wouldn’t last night be a great Lizzie story to bring up at the next tea her Mother railroaded her into. Sitting out in the garden, surrounded by her parents snobbish friends and colleague as she told them all about the time Lizzie had her cherry popped by a Mob enforcer. Wouldn’t her parents be so proud?

What she needed was a plan. One that didn’t suck. She had six more days to get through and she wanted to do it with grace. Apparently her pretend it didn’t happen and ignore the handsome guy strategy wasn’t worth beans. The second Jason pinned her with his determined gaze she knew he wasn’t one for letting things go. But that was before the big mouthed harpy had shown up. Perhaps now with his girlfriend in town he’d realize that ignorance could be bliss.

Then there was Emily. No matter what she had said to Jason, she couldn’t keep something this monumental from her best friend. There was no telling how she’d react if she found out from anybody else but her. Emily had the tendency to be a little dramatic at times. No. Liz thought with a shake of her head, Emily was dramatic most of the time.

Perhaps once Emily and got over her inevitable hysterics, she’d have some insight on how to handle her brother and his irritating need to talk things out. Satisfied with her decision, Liz made her way to her room for a long soak in the luxurious tub.

~~~*~~~


“Why can’t you ever listen?” Followed Carly into his suite Jason slammed the door behind him.

“I do.” Carelessly shrugging her shoulders, Carly looked around and wrinkled her nose. “You own part of this place, you’d think you’d get a better room.”

“It’s just a room.”

With a roll of her eyes, Carly sauntered over to the bed, sitting down with practiced ease and crossed one long leg over the other. “You could at least act like you’re happy to see me.”

“Why? I told you not to come.” Rubbing a hand over his face, Jason tried to erase the disgusted expression on Elizabeth’s face out of his mind. Apparently his little sister had filled her in on certain aspects of his life, painting a different picture from the one he actually lived. Who could blame her though? Emily was still young and naive. Thinking he chose to live with Carly because he felt something for the rabid shrew. Not comprehending that it was only for Michael.

By nature Carly was one of the most selfish people he’d ever met. Always looking out for number one. Not even motherhood had softened her rough and poisoned edges. When he’d first met her, she was exactly the type of person he needed in his life. Someone who wasn’t up his ass, wanting him to remember some stranger’s memories. Carly hadn’t even known who in the hell Jason Quartermaine was. But the more he learned about himself, the more it became apparent to him that he definitely didn’t need her in his life. It’d been too late by then, she was pregnant and he’d somehow had become sucked in by her many lies and schemes.

So many times he’d wanted to just walk away, to turn his back and shut her out of his life. How much easier it would have been on everyone involved. His life would’ve been a lot quieter. But that also meant losing Michael and that was absolutely unacceptable.

“What is wrong with you?” Her calm facade finally cracked as her eyes blazed with the fury he knew would come. This was the real Carly. The woman he knew her to be. Her little act lasted for only so long before she grew tired of it. Rising to her feet, she stabbed a sharply manicured finger into his chest, her eyes wild. “You’re the one who asked me to move in with you. I thought you wanted us to be a family. You, Michael and me.”

So this was how it was going to happen, Jason mused for a moment. Dreading this conversation that was going to happen sooner or later. He’d just been hoping it would’ve been a little more later.

“Carly not now. I have a meeting in twenty minutes. If you want to talk tonight we can.”

“No, we’ll talk now. Why did you ask me to move in?”

“I asked you to move in because AJ left you penniless and was threatening to take Michael away.” His voice was quiet, but his gaze never wavered from hers.

“But we slept together.” Carly sputtered as she took a step back.

“Carly it’s been months since we even shared the same room.” He pointed out as he ran a hand through his spiky hair in exasperation.

“You found someone else.” Placing her hands on his chest she tried to shove him. Her eyes glared in hatred. “Haven’t you? That’s the real reason why you didn’t want me to come.”

Seeing that she was about to push at him again, Jason gripped onto her wrists to stop her. “Will you stop it? There was no reason for you to be here. This isn’t about you. I’m here on business and to see my best friend get married.”

“I bet she was that little Pollyanna that was with you at breakfast this morning.” Clearly past listening to him, Jason’s head whipped up. “That skinny little nothing.”

“Carly that’s enough. Leave Emily’s friend out of this. She has nothing to do with you being here when I asked you not to come.” Feeling the palm of her hand connect with the side of his face, Jason’s head snapped to the side. He hadn’t been prepared for that. She usually didn’t get physical until after the first twenty minutes of fighting.

“Deny it.” She screamed, “Tell me that you didn’t sleep with her.”

Blinking a few times, fully knowing that he was at a loss, he said nothing. She knew he couldn’t lie, there was no way to really avoid a straightforward question like that but to not answer it.

Tears fell from her eyes as she angrily swiped at them. “See the brain damage is some use after all. Huh Jase? But you better tell that little piece of fluff that I refuse to lose you to a nothing like her.”

“It’s not what you think Carly.” He could see the wheels turning in her head. Another Carly scheme that was going to have him running in circles if he didn’t stop it now.

“Really?” Sarcasm dripped from her lips. “Would you like another try at my earlier question?” Raising her brows she waited for him to speak. “Let me guess, you’re gonna plead the fifth. Don’t worry, I won’t draw any blood. Well not at first at least.”

“Carly you’re going to leave her alone.” Lowering his voice and taking an intimidating step forward, Jason restrained himself from shaking her senseless. “If I have to lock you in this room until I can get you on the next plane I will.”

“Try it.” Narrowing her eyes, and taking a step so that they stood toe to toe. She tilted her head back and glared up at him. “If you do, you’ll never see Michael again.” Seeing his jaw clench at her threat she knew she’d gotten through to him.

Watching in glee as he spun away from her, Carly threw her head back and laughed.

[JRK Archiver]

Eleven

It took her awhile to grasp onto the fact that she was dreaming. But comprehension bit her in the butt when it finally dawned on her how agreeable Jason Morgan was being. Not just agreeable but sweet, kind, almost oozing with romance. Not the sickening sweet kind, but romantic none the less. From the caring way he held her hand, to the laugh lines around his eyes when she spoke to him.

Oddly enough it felt as though they’d known one another for years, not hours. Through out the dream she felt as though she had a connection to him. Her soul sang when he was around, felt empty when he had to leave her side. The way he looked at her, as though she were some heavenly prize he couldn’t seem to figure out, made her blood pump in a funny sort of way. She couldn’t say it was that bad of a feeling.


All of this should have been enough to alert her that something was off. Not real. No, the Jason Morgan she knew was hardheaded, pushy and definitely didn’t give her the warm fuzzies. Not that he didn’t cause a reaction, she’d be lying if she said he didn’t. But he sure as hell didn’t give the feeling of being complete, of being loved for who she was. Not like in this dream.

The only thing that did make sense to her was that they seemed to be in a casino. Seeing that they were in Las Vegas it fit. What didn’t fit was when the slot machines and craps tables were replaced by a wedding chapel, the elderly man reading to them from a thick black book. That for some weird reason she seemed to be grinning like some simpleton up at Jason who was smiling back down at her.

It was at that exact moment that she realized that her dream went from strange to bizarro. Her subconscious shouted at her to snap to it and back it up a few steps. That this wasn’t something that should be happening. But a voice, somewhere deep inside her, whispered to relax. That this, the chapel. The fake flowers. Even the horrid organ music was right. Liz felt as though she were caught in a tug-a-war between her subconscious and the calm voice that whispered to her.

It was like she had to make a choice. It [i[was[/i] her dream after all. Did she stand back and except what she was seeing? Or did she change the course of the dream? By making herself flee from the chapel and the insanity she was witnessing.

Blame it on all the romance novels that Emily teased her for reading. But even if she wanted to stop what was happening she didn’t think she had the strength to do so. The emotions that she was feeling seemed so real. So she stood back. Watched, as the minister called them man and wife. Felt her blood warm and her breath quicken as Jason leaned forward, cupping her face gently in his large hands and leaned in to kiss her.

One second she was standing out side of her body, watching from a distance as she pledged herself body and soul to her best friend’s brother. Then like some huge vacuum she was sucked inside her body. Finding Jason’s crisp blue eyes gazing down at her, his thumb trace her lower lip before his head inched closer, his eyes on hers...

“Liz.”

Blinking, she tried to block out the voice calling to her. Focusing on how Jason was just a breath away...

“Liz.” The voice was closer now.

Jason’s right hand moved from the side of her face, to the back of her neck. Just the feel of his skin on hers took her breath-

“Liz!”

Bolting up into a sitting position, Liz gasped in alarm. Emily and Brenda jumped back in surprise at Liz’s sudden movement.

“Damn that must have been some dream.” Emily said as she made herself at home on the bed.

Her mind still a little fuzzy, Liz looked around as though she couldn’t figure out how exactly she was. Her gaze darted around the room, frantically searching.

“Liz are you okay?” Brenda asked, leaning over and placing a hand on Liz’s forehead. “You don’t look well.”

“N-No, I’m fine.” Seeing the way that Emily and Brenda looked at one another, Liz ran a hand through her hair. “I was just having a really strange dream.”

“You wanna talk about strange?” A little glimmer sparkled in Emily’s eyes . “Would you like to share with us what my brother was so intently talking to you about? I mean wow, I’ve never seen my brother like that before, and especially with a person he’s never met.”

“Are you kidding me,” Brenda snorted, “I’m in shock that he spoke more than a word or two. Jason’s not really the talkative type.”

It was Liz’s turn to snort, as she tried to swallow down the bubble of laughter in her chest. Not the talkative type, huh? She could only wish. Seemed that all he wanted to do was talk.

“Let me guess, he told you that he figured out we all snuck out last night.” Emily said.

“Oh I think he has a pretty good idea that we did.” Liz mumbled under her breath, ignoring the confused looks Brenda and Emily shared.

Tired of waiting for Liz to continue, Emily sat up from the pillows she was lounged against and stared at Liz. “Well what did he say?”

The worst part about having such pale skin tone was not being able to hide the hideous blush that she was experiencing at that very moment. This was her chance. She could just blurt it out and get it over with. Apparently her intentions and ability to follow through were at odds. She hated not being able to talk to Emily, to share with her what happened last night.

Licking her lips, she found it hard to breathe as the two other females in the room waited for her to answer. “Emily this is so embarrassing.” Covering her face with both of her hands, Liz wished like hell she could just push some fast forward button and fly through this talk.

“What’s so embarrassing?” Puzzled by her friends strange behavior, Emily touched Liz’s arm gently.

“You promise not to hate me?” Liz’s voice was small and unsure.

Brenda’s baffled expression fell from her face, as a knowing glint sparkled in her eyes. “You’re kidding. When? Where?”

Liz groaned and Emily scrunched up her face, wondering if she missed something. “What?”

After a moment of studying Liz, who was still hiding behind her hands, Brenda cleared her throat. “Liz and Jason.” Lifting her brows and widening her eyes a bit, Brenda hoped she didn’t need to spell it out.

Spreading her fingers so she could peek out from behind them, Liz was slightly relived to see that Brenda wasn’t glaring at her in disgust. Was warmed by the compassionate look the older woman gave her. Looking over at Emily, Liz could see that Emily still hadn’t caught up yet.

“I’m lost. What about Jason and Liz-” Seeing the look that Brenda was giving her, Emily’s female intuition kicked in. “Ohhh. OH! No.” Her head whipped to the side and watched as Liz leaned over to bury her face into her lap. “But I thought...That you were waiting. Oh my god you and my brother?” Taking a deep breath, Emily opened her mouth a few times before she could speak again. “How?”

Sitting up, Liz let her hands fall away from her face. “I can’t remember. I just woke up in bed with him.” Emily’s jaw dropped, while Brenda out a hand over her mouth to hide her grin. “At the time I had no idea that he was your brother.”

“But how did you meet him?” Emily asked,

“I don’t know.” Liz answered honestly.

“And when you woke up this morning, where you... I mean did you have.” Emily stammered, her face turning a matching shade of red that Liz wore.

“I think she’s trying to ask if you had any clothes on.” Brenda’s eyes glowed with curiosity.

“Please don’t make me answer that.”

“Wow you and my brother.” Shaking her head, Emily slowly started to smile. “It’s kind of neat in a way.”

Looking over at Emily, Liz couldn’t believe what she was hearing, or seeing. “Are you kidding me? I slept with your brother. Do you know how humiliated I was when I walked into the dinning room to find him sitting there?”

Not being able to help herself Brenda started to giggle. Her eyes watered as she held onto her sides. “I’m sorry, I know that this isn’t funny. But I just can’t stop picturing Jason’s face when he found out that you were Emily’s friend. Jason is always on top of everything. He has this irritating way of knowing everything and being in complete control. This must have just floored him.”

Emily tried to keep a straight face, but to no avail. Brenda was right. Jason’s expression must have been priceless.

Ignoring them, Liz rolled her eyes. “He wants us to sit down and talk.”

“Let me guess, you were going with your usual plan A tactic.” Emily shook her head, giving Liz a knowing look.

“Plan A?” Brenda’s brows drew together.

“Act as though nothing happened. Liz’s specialty.”

“It’s a good and sensible plan. One that I wish your brother could have accepted.” Liz defended herself. “He’s one of the most hardheaded, irritating and irrational men I have ever met.”

“You forgot good-looking.” Brenda grinned.

Ignoring Brenda’s teasing, Liz shrugged. “It really doesn’t matter anymore. His girlfriend is here now.”

Brenda and Emily chocked at the same time. “Who? Carly?”

“I know I didn’t imagine that blond ray of sunshine.” Biting down hard on her bottom lip, she wished like hell the aching feeling in her stomach would just go away. “I’m sure he has other things on his mind now.”

“Yeah like where the nearest clinic is so he can catch up on his rabies shots.” Practically snarling, Emily tiny hands formed into fists. “Trust me, there’s nothing going on between them expect Michael. No matter how badly Carly wants to trap Jason in her web it aint gonna happen.”

“Emily’s right. They might have had something a long time ago, but Jason isn’t stupid. He can hardly stand sharing the same air with her. But he loves Michael, and would sacrifice anything to make sure that little boy is happy.”

Looking down at her hands that were folded in her lap, Liz listened as Brenda and Emily went on and on about what a great guy Jason was. The more she heard the more she started to wonder where exactly was this guy the other two kept raving about. Because so far, the Jason she knew was nothing like the guy she was hearing about.

~~~*~~~

It had taken ten flights of stairs and a painful punch in a cement wall, before he was able to get control of his emotions. He was sick and tired of Carly using Michael like a pawn in her sick and twisted games. For too long now he had allowed her to manipulate him through his love for the little guy. He needed to end it somehow, in a way that would get Carly out of his life but without having to lose Michael.

Heading back up the stairs to the tenth floor, Jason tried to empty his head. He had to get through another meeting with the Gianni family. The gatherings were a waste of time. Nothing really was ever accomplished, but a bunch of small talk. He and Sonny were one contract away from partnership, but for some reason Hector Gianni, the acting head of his family was stalling.

Jason wasn’t sure why, since it was the old man that sought them out. Asking them if they were interested in the partnership. Now that they were here, the old man seemed to be more interested in small talk than in business.

Opening the door of the stairwell, Jason gave a short nod at one of Gianni’s men who stood guard in the hallway. The man quickly opened the door to the conference room and before he even entered he knew something was off. The tension in the room was sky high.

Meeting Sonny’s eyes, Jason’s feeling of uncertainty was confirmed. Looking to his right, to where Johnny and Max stood at attention, he frowned slightly at the uneasiness the two other men returned his gaze.

“Mr. Morgan.” John Gianni stood up, his deep brown eyes shining. Steeping out from his spot at the head of the table, the graying older man walked across the room and extended his hand. “I hear congratulations are in order.”

Jason stiffened, for only a millisecond before grasping the other man’s hand into his. “Thanks.”

“Mr. Gianni was just inviting us to a private dinner tonight.” Sonny scratched the side of his head, tilted his head slightly to the right. “In honor of your recent marriage.”

Max and Johnny coughed in the corner, and when Jason looked their way the two grown men seemed unable to meet his eyes. Turning his attention back to Gianni, Jason forced himself to smile. “You really don’t have to.”

“No trouble at all.” Letting go of his hand, Gianni slapped him warmly on the back. “I insist.”

“Yeah Jason.” Sonny drawled, his tone light. “He insists.”

“I hear the young woman is a beauty.” Jason brain kicked into overdrive. This wasn’t good. If John Gianni knew already, there was no telling who else heard the news.

Sonny’s shifted in his chair, that damn smile glued to his face. “She sure is.”

“My men tell me that she sure is a spitfire.” Gianni mouth twitched. “Did you know that my Mother’s name was Elizabeth? It’s such a lovely name. If I had been blessed with a daughter I would’ve named her after my mother.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Jason could see Sonny’s head snap up. “E-Elizabeth?”

If the older man heard the question in Sonny’s tone he didn’t show it. His wise eyes seemed almost wistful. “I can still remember the day my Maureen agree to marry me.” With a shake of his head, he laughed. “Enough about me. Tonight is about you and your new wife. Perhaps after dinner we can get that last contract out of the way.”

Jason stood like a deer caught in the headlights of an on coming semi. He was damned if he did, and damned if he didn’t. How in the hell was he supposed to tell Elizabeth that they were married? The girl looked ready to pass out when he wanted to talk about what had happened last night. She only thought they had slept together. He could see her face now. Her eyes wide, her lips trembling as he tried to explain to her that she was a married woman. One that had a dinner in her honor being thrown by one of the most powerful bosses in Las Vegas.

Then there was Carly to contend with. She was probably sharpening her claws at that very moment. Ready to pounce on him the moment he stepped through the door.

So he did the only thing he could think of. “I’m sure Elizabeth will be...thrilled.” Smiling back before taking his seat next to Sonny, Jason pinched the bridge of his nose before sparing a glance at his friend.

Sonny’s face was void of any expression, not that it surprised him. But his friend’s eyes sparkled in amusement. Making Jason wish he could just haul off and nail his good friend, just once in the face. With a deep sigh, Jason slouched back and waited for yet another useless meeting to take place.

~~~*~~~

“So.” His hands shoved deep into his pockets, Sonny rocked on the balls of his feet. Jason was grateful that Sonny had waited until the elevator doors shut before asking the inevitable. “Wanna tell me how it came about that you and little Miss Webber tied the knot?”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Jason rolled his neck to the side to relieve the tension. “I don’t exactly remember.”

“Uh-huh.” Nodding his head like he understood, Sonny dimpled.

“All I know is that when I woke up this morning, there she was.” Shifting from foot to foot, Jason cleared his throat. “She doesn’t know that we’re married.”

The amusement in Sonny’s eyes vanished. “Say that again?”

“She bolted from the room before I found the certificate.”

Letting out a relieved sigh, Sonny wiped at his forehead. “Then have it annulled.”

“On what grounds?” Cocking his brow, Jason waited for Sonny to answer.

“I guess its too much to ask that you two didn’t...”

“Oh we did.” Some of the previous night had slowly started to trickle into his foggy brain. “Four times from what I remember.”

“This is going to be a problem, you know that right?” Swearing under his breath, Sonny turned his back on Jason. Rubbing the back of his neck, he turned back around. “The only thing I can think of is playing this out.”

“That’s fine in theory Sonny. But I have a feeling that Elizabeth isn’t going to be very co-operative. She’s still not handling us sleeping together all that well.” He couldn’t believe he was having this conversation with Sonny, in an elevator for Christ sake.

“Maybe Brenda can talk to her.”

“And say what? No Sonny this is my mess, let me deal with it.”

“What about Carly?” Sonny watched Jason’s jaw clench.

“What about her? You know that no matter what I tell her to do, she does the opposite. If I could somehow get custody of Michael, I could get rid of her once and for all.”

Sonny nodded and remained quiet.

~~~*~~~

Walking up to the door, Jason felt his stomach tighten. He had to tell her. There was no getting out of it, not now that word had gotten out. Giving a nod at Francis, Jason let out a long breath before opening the door.

Emily and Brenda’s laughter could be heard coming from the bedroom. Shortly followed by the sweetest sound Jason had ever heard. Elizabeth’s laughter was a low rich sound, almost like smooth honey. It didn’t grate on his nerves like Carly’s did, but brought a smile to his lips.

Too bad she wasn’t going to have much to laugh about in a few minutes, he thought glumly. Shoving his hands into the front of his pockets, he shook his head and walked slowly to her bedroom door.

All three females were piled into Elizabeth’s bed. Brenda stretched out across the bottom, while Emily and Elizabeth sat propped up against the mound of pillows at the head of the bed. They were all still laughing until Elizabeth looked up, her eyes locked with his.

The smile on her face vanished, making Jason wince slightly at the nervous way she regarded him. Emily was the second to see him. Her smile wobbled a little, but seeing the uncomfortable way he stood there gave him an encouraging grin. Brenda though looked over her shoulder, her eyes narrowing slightly before she pushed herself into a sitting position.

They knew. Damn. Not that it was going to be possible to keep anything from them. But he’d hoped to talk to Elizabeth before anyone else found out.

Clearing his throat, Jason silently told himself to stop stalling. “I need to talk to Elizabeth.” He hated the way her eyes bulged with panic, her hand sought out the comfort of Emily’s grasp. “Alone.”

Looking at her older brother, and seeing the pain in his eyes, Emily squeezed Liz’s hand with encouragement before letting go and scooting off the bed. Brenda was a little harder to reason with. He saw the furry in her eyes. The way she was silently calling him a bastard.

“Brenda, please?” Never one for civilities, he watched as Brenda sized him up before getting off the bed. Without a word the two girls left the room, Emily closing the door quietly behind them.

Them room was deadly quiet. He watched as Elizabeth tried to find something to rest her eyes on, anything other than him.

“We need to-”

“If you tell me one more time that we need to talk I’ll scream.” Her voice was strong, but didn’t fool Jason.

“Fine.” He agreed, “There’s something about last night that you don’t know about.”

“Funny. Here I thought there was a lot about last night I didn’t know about.” Clearly impressed with her fire, the side of Jason’s mouth ticked. “Please don’t drag it out. Tell me.” Though her words may have been spirited, her eyes spoke volumes. She was scared and unsure.

Here went nothing. “Seems that we were married last night.”

Liz blinked a few times. He teeth gnawed on her lower lip as she thought. He stood waiting for her reaction, and when there wasn’t any he reached for the large envelope in his back pocket. Pulling it out and walking closer to the bed, he handed it out to her.

He watched as she gripped onto it with shaky hands. Open it and read it twice before she lowered the pages to her lap. The tension in the room was making it hard for him to breathe. When finally she reacted he never in his life expected to see the scene before him.

Elizabeth Imogene Webber Morgan, tilted her head back and laughed.

[JRK Archiver]

Twelve

Jason liked to think that he was perceptive. Reading people with just a glance, knowing exactly how they would react if put into a certain situation. It was just one of his many talents. So when he had prepared himself for tears, trembling lips, and anger, he was momentarily sideswiped when his new wife titled her head back and laughed.

She just didn’t laugh a little, she laughed hard enough that tears fell from her eyes. When she’d finally calm down enough to start taking deeps breaths she’d look at him only to erupt again. After a few minutes passed he became concerned that she was going to make herself sick. “Elizabeth, this isn’t funny.”

“Oh, but it is.” She barely chocked out between gasps for breath and hiccups. “This,” Holding up the marriage certificate in the air. “It’s the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.”

With an irritated shake of his head, he stepped forward and snatched the document from her tiny hand. Folding it back up, he shoved it back into his pocket before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. “It’s for real.”

Wiping away the tears that rimmed her eyes, another round of laughter bubbled from her chest. “Of course it is.”

Narrowing his, Jason leaned forward until their faces were only separated by a few inches. “And you find this humorous-why?”

“Because this is the best Lizzie story yet.” That’s when he saw it, just briefly, a sudden flash in her eyes that told him that she really didn’t find any of this funny. “My family is going to just get a kick out of this one. I mean who wouldn’t-right?”

“Why would your family enjoy this?”

“Because. For some strange unexplainable reason my misfortunes always amuse them. Whether it was the time I was five and puked all over Mickey Mouse, or the time I was sixteen and tripped into the Carlson’s Olympic size pool during their thirtieth anniversary party. My family gets off on reliving my past humiliations over a nice dry wine and Brie. ”

“They actually get a kick out of that?” She gave a little shrug before tossing back the covers and slipping out of bed. “So my drunken marriage should really entertain them.” She remarked bitterly.

He barely registered her words. How could he? when she stood just feet away, clothed only in a silky baby doll camisole and matching short set. The midnight blue color only accented her creamy skin, her firm sleek muscles. Apparently she wasn’t quiet as aware of the temptation she created as she started to pace.

Her mind was in a scramble. Where just seconds before she’d found it rather amusing to find herself in yet another Lizzie situation, the seriousness of it was rapidly becoming clear to her. Married. As in man and wife? To death do you part and all that crap? What idiot would marry two extremely intoxicated strangers? God she wasn’t even out of her junior year of college and was married. .

She shouldn’t have come. Should have hopped on the plane to Ft Lauderdale as planned. Right now she would be out on some beach, soaking in the sun. Instead of here, ruining this poor man’s life with her incredibly bad luck.

Poor Jason. The guy really had the screws put to him this time. He must have been sick when he’d found the marriage certificate. No wonder he wanted to talk. Who wouldn’t?

“So I guess I’ll be the first person in my class to be divorced.” Her lame attempt at a joke feel short, making her even wince. “I’m sure there’s got to be well over a hundred divorce lawyers in Las Vegas. I mean if they have drive through chapels, maybe there’s drive through quickie divorces.”

The room stayed silent as Liz waited for Jason to respond. Taking a look over her shoulder she frowned a little when he sat motionless, staring back at her. His face unreadable. Soon her own breathing began to sound like thunder to her own ears.

“You know you could say something.”

“We can’t get divorced.” His jaw was tight as he stood. Liz blinked, waited for him to explain.

“Perhaps the drinking and my slight case insanity have impaired my hearing-- but did you just say that we couldn’t get divorced? Because if you did I have several reasons as to why we can...and should.” Liz snapped back, her cheeks becoming flushed with every word.

Jason stood like a stone statue, not quiet looking at her, and not really ignoring her either. It was as though she were watching someone in a deep meditative state. Something was going on in that head of his and she had a sick feeling it wasn’t good.

~~~*~~~

“You know it’d be a hell of a lot easier if you two just put your ears to the door.” Francis remarked dryly as he flipped the page of the magazine he was reading.

“Shh.” Brenda waved her hand at him from her spot on the couch. When no sound came from the room she turned back to the bodyguard. “We tried that remember. Seeing that you took it upon yourself to become the ethics police and banished us to the couch.”

“You used to be fun Francis.” Emily grumbled. Her eyes darting to the door anytime she thought she’d heard something.

“I’m sorry.” Francis flushed. “But if Jason ever found out...”

“Wait.” Brenda was hanging over the back of the couch, her hand flying up to cease any more talking. Laughter erupted from the bedroom. Brenda and Emily shared a frown, both dying to jump off the couch for a better position to hear what was happening in the other room.

“Christ she’s laughing.” Francis groaned under his breath. This wasn’t good. Nope not at all. Jason was probably being all serious, pulling his face of stone act, and here was this young woman laughing at him. He could see Jason’s stunned expression, not to be confused with his agitated expression. Francis had learned long ago it was the tightness in the jaw that really determined Jason’s moods when he got into his Borg mode.

“What could she be laughing about?” Brenda whispered as though the two people in the next room could hear her. “We all know that Jason doesn’t have a sense of humor.”

“Yeah he does.” Emily argued.

“Name one time.” Brenda countered back. “Just one.”

“I don’t have them all memorized, but he’s been funny before.”

Francis cleared his throat. “He’s not the joke telling kind of funny, but Jason’s got a good sense of humor.”

Emily grinned over at the guard before turning her attention back to Brenda. “See.”

“Well point it out next time cause I sure as hell haven’t seen it.” Brenda grumbled.

~~~*~~~

Still waiting for Jason to respond, Liz lost the slight grasp on her patience and stomped over to stand in front of him. Lifting her slender hand she snapped her fingers in front of his face. “Hello? You there? Because I’m still waiting to hear the wondrous wisdom behind your thinking of why we should stay married.”

Jerking his head back, Jason gave his head a slight shake before grasping her hand and pulling it away from his face. “We’re not going to stay married.”

Her dark blue eyes grew darker. She let out a growl and pulled at her hand. “But you just said--”

“We can’t get divorced here.” He hated having to say the words to her at all. For some reason they left a bad taste in his mouth. “Word of our marriage has already leaked. The people that Sonny and I are here doing business with found out. They’re giving us a dinner tonight.”

“Well I sure hope you told them no.” She said with a snort.

Rubbing a hand over his face, he let out a long sigh. “I couldn’t do that.” He knew it was a lame excuse, but he really couldn’t tell her the truth. That he needed her to come to seal a business deal. There it was. The entire reason he was feeling like a rotten creep. It wasn’t just sleeping with her and getting married, but the fact that he was using her unfairly.

Her eyes narrowed, as though she could almost read his mind. “Couldn’t or wouldn't?”

“Does it matter?” Seeing the storm brewing in her eyes, he took her hands into his. “Listen I’m sorry about all of this. About this morning, breakfast, the marriage. I wish I knew a better way to explain this to you. One dinner that’s all I ask.”

“What about that blonde Amazon from this morning?” Trying to keep the contempt out of her voice, Liz tried to pull away from him again. It was too much having him this close. It felt that the closer he got the harder was to operate her brain.

“Carly?” Noticing the way she practically snarled, Jason could barley control his smug smile. “She’ll be returning home tomorrow.”

“Then why don’t you take her? Tell everyone that she’s me.” It sounded sensible, well at least in her head it had.

“They already know who you are.” He watched as she gnawed on her lower lip in frustration. “It’s just one dinner. What could go wrong?”

“Would you like to hear about the time I accidentally knocked down the Hamilton’s Christmas tree?” She asked. Returning to the bed she flopped down, putting her hands over her face. “Or the time I kinda set fire to the Strong’s patio?”

“Elizabeth we’re going to have dinner. That’s all I promise. No fires, no locusts nothing but some Prime Rib, perhaps a potato.” A smile tugged at her lips. “I don’t suppose you have anything to wear to a formal dinner.”

“I have a pair of hot pink leather pants--no?” Rolling her eyes at the unamused expression on his face, she made a face at him. “I have a dress I was going to wear to Sonny and Brenda’s wedding.”

Without thinking twice he reached into his pocket and grabbed a wad of bills, shoving them in her direction. “You’ll need something to wear.” He could see the protest forming on her lips. “It’s either this or I’ll send Johnny out to buy you something.”

Snatching the money from his hand, Liz looked down at the wad of cash. “Are you aware how unhealthy it is to be walking around with this kind of money?”

“I don’t believe in banks.” He watched her closely, liking the way her face lit up when she found something that entertained her.

“I guess it also helps that you carry a gun.” Tossing the money onto the nightstand, Jason realized that she hadn’t even counted it. Something that Carly would have done. Then she would’ve held out her hand expecting more. But Elizabeth acted as though the handful of hundred dollar bills meant nothing to her.

“I carry a gun for safety.” Folding his arms over his wide chest, his face became blank again. “If somebody needed the money bad enough to mug me then they can have it. There’s more where that came from.”

Her eyes snapped up, taking in his intimidating stance. Sure some mugger would chose this guy as a target. He was as big as a mountain, and perhaps just as hard. His eyes had the capability of turning as cold as steel. The air around him screamed danger.

“Fine I’ll buy a dress. Anything else?” Their gazes connected. That look was back on his face from when he’d zoned out before. But there was also a touch of indecision. His eyes snapped, as he pinched the bridge of his nose. Something was going on in that head of his, and she was afraid she was about to find out.

[JRK Archiver]

Thirteen

Isabelle Gianni wasn’t known as the Queen Mother for nothing. She’d earned that right through thousands of silent tears she had shed alone, hundreds of funerals she had been forced to witness. Countless widows and fatherless children she had to pick up and put back together again. Her life had been anything but easy and she was amazingly aware that in any given second everything she held near and dear could be taken away.

Wife of John Gianni for nearly forty years now, she had long ago learned what it took to be married to the mob. She was a woman who not only understood the meaning of loyalty, but demanded it in return as well. Years of hard lessons, bloodshed and death had taught her what the lack of loyalty could cost a person.

A passionate woman by nature, Belle’s biggest passion was family. Whether family by blood, or by business. Once she welcomed a person into her home she considered them hers. She’d protect them like a mother bear, all teeth and claws when one of her babies was in danger. It didn’t matter if it were in the middle of the afternoon, or the dead of the night, if she were needed she’d be there.

Though many viewed her as a cold hearted bitch. Those close to her would swear to their dying day that they’d never met a woman with a bigger heart. She had no problem admitting that she could hold a grudge with the best of them. Once on her bad side, it took an act of God to have her change her mind. Where some may think of her unbending will as a flaw, she saw it as a gift. Belle truly believed that anyone willing to cross you deserved to be treated with contempt. She didn’t have time to play nice with those who didn’t matter.

Long ago she had come to the conclusion that dwelling on the darkness that hung over her family and friends, only drove a person to insanity. Instead she held those who were special to her closer. Celebrated the good around her flash and flare. Life was precious, and in a world that the life expectancy was sometimes shorter than that of gallon of milk in her fridge, she had put it upon herself to make sure the people around her always had something special to live for.

That’s why when she heard about Mr. Morgan’s unexpected marriage that morning, she had put it upon herself to be the welcome wagon. She had like Jason Morgan at first sight. Everything the man was could be seen through his eyes. Though he tried hard to erase all emotions from his features the first few times Sonny Corinthos had dragged him to Las Vegas, Belle had seen the mask a hundred times. She knew where to look to find the real man who was hiding.

Loyalty. Pride. Compassion. Determination. The best quality’s any man could possess were shinning brightly in his eyes. It also didn’t hurt that he was one handsome devil. She’d been half hoping to introduce him to her niece later on in the week. But who was she to argue with true love?

Since the two families would be related soon, she felt that it was a great opportunity to get everyone together and celebrate. There of course would be a larger party for Sonny and Brenda at the end of the week. Tonight would be more of an intimate affair.

So now she was heading to Mr. Morgan’s room. Not only was she a little curious to meet the new Mrs. Morgan, but she also wanted to extend an invitation to go shopping that afternoon for a dress. So far no real information could be found on Elizabeth I. Webber. About her family, their connections, ect. Though just the girls police record was enough to let Belle know she already liked the young woman.

Stepping out of the elevator, she signaled to her guard Rico to stay at the end of the hall. Without having to look at the room numbers to find the room she was looking for, she smiled at Max who stood at his vigilant post outside Jason’s room.

~~~*~~~

“That does it. I’m going in there.” Emily stood from the couch. After more than twenty minutes from the time they’d heard Liz’s laughter. What in the heck did the two have to talk about? Unless, of course, Jason was making her pack so he could put her on the next plane. He did warn them that if they didn’t behave they’d be sent home.

Francis darted to his feet and blocked her path. “Emily leave them alone. They have things they need to discuss.”

“Francis, I love you dearly. But get out of my way.” Stepping to the right, Francis moved again to block her path to Elizabeth’s room. “I’m going in there.” Her brows gathered together as she took a step to the right looking for a way to get around Francis.

“I really hate to do this to you Em. And I know I promised never to breathe a single word about it to anyone... but if you don’t go sit your butt down over there on the couch.” Crossing his beefy arms across his massive chest, he gave her a look that meant business. “I will personally tell Jason that I caught you and Johnny making out...on Jason’s couch last Fourth of July.” Emily gasped, taking a step back.

“You promised!” Sputtering in outrage, Emily shot a look over at Brenda who only shrugged. “Like no one could see that happening from a hundred feet away.”

Francis glared once over at Brenda, then placed a hand on Emily‘s shoulder in a brotherly way. “I‘m sorry. But I’m not going to back down on this.” His voice low, Francis stabbed a finger toward the couch. With a huff and a silent curse Emily spun on her heel and plopped down on the cushion.

Brenda studied him for a moment, her eyes narrowing. “You know something don’t you?”

“I know lots of things.” Francis commented dryly, as he made his way back to his chair and picked up his magazine.

Not one to be put off by his nonchalant attitude, Brenda leaned forward. She could almost smell it. Something was up, and not just the earth shattering announcement that Jason and Elizabeth had spent the night together. There was something even bigger going on and Francis that big lout knew.

“Francis--.”

“I’m not telling you Brenda so don’t even try to pull the Sugar Princess act with me. You’re good, but not that good.” Licking his thumb and turning the page, he pretended like he was the only one in the room.

“You know you’re not the only one who knows how to blackmail.” Emily smirked.

“I think you two are forgetting that I have little sisters and I know how to play this game.”

Both girls shared a look. What ever he knew it was good. “You know we’re going to find out sooner or later.”

“Good. But it won’t be from me.” Chuckling at the not so lady like language coming from the couch, Francis was true to his word and kept his mouth shut.

~~~*~~~

Was there anything else? Now there was an open ended question he’d rather not have to answer at that very moment. Where would he start? The biggest thought bouncing around his brain at that moment was her question earlier that morning. Did they use protection? Damn if he knew. It had taken him finding a marriage certificate to know that he was a married man. How in the hell was he supposed to know whether or not he used a condom?

Then that brought up another question. What were they going to do if she was pregnant? It was like a never-ending domino effect that made him dizzy just thinking about. Which was exactly the reason he never saw the point in worrying over the what ifs. It got too confusing. It was better to just stick to the here and now's of the matter.

Blowing out a sharp breath, Jason shook his head. “Nothing that we need to talk about now.”

“But there’s something isn’t there?” She didn’t need for him to answer. It was written all over his face.

“Not now. There’s already enough for us to concentrate on.”

“So I guess hoping that we could keep our mar- you know a secret?” The thought of having to tell Emily and Brenda the newest twist to the plot made her stomach ache.

“We have to tell them the truth.” He answered without a second thought. “Sonny already knows. Same with the Gianni’s. ”

“Here’s an idea. You go and tell them. I’ll stay in here.” Her eyes large and hopeful, Jason smirked at her mock innocence.

“How about we both go out there and tell them.” Offering her his hand, Jason waited for her to accept it.

“I like my idea better.” Grumbling under her breath she hesitated before taking his hand.

“I bet you do.” Giving her a squeeze of reassurance, Jason nearly had to pull her to the door.

~~~*~~~

Belle stopped right outside the Morgan’s room and smiled warmly at Max. “It’s good to see you again Max.”

The large man seemed to squirm a little, but returned the welcome. “I’ve been meaning to drop by. I’ve missed your homemade pies.”

“I bet you did.” Laughing at the memory of Max, Johnny and Francis nearly growling at one another like wild dogs over one of her pies the last time they were in town. “I’m here to congratulate Jason and invite the new Mrs. Morgan out for a little shopping.”

Beads of sweat appeared along the guard’s brow. “I’m sure she would’ve appreciated the gesture Mrs. G. But they aren’t in right now.”

Lifting a brow at him, Belle gave him a jesting smile. “Sure they aren’t. That’s why you’re camped out in the hallway? Max you need to remember that I’m not some brainless newbie.”

“I’d never think that you were brainless.” Max defended himself, wiping at the sweat with the back of his hand. The last thing he wanted to do was lie to the woman. He’d heard the stories. She could be as revengeful as Sonny could be. But it also wasn’t in his best health interests to go blurting out the truth.

That Carly Benson was behind the door.

“That’s good to hear.” Unclipping her pocketbook, she pulled out a hankie and dabbed the soft white material across Max’s forehead. “So are they in there and just don’t want to be disturbed?”

“Uh yeah.” Mumbling at his feet, Max was beginning to feel queasy. He had thought when he’d been assigned his post he’d have trouble. He just thought it would come in the form of a blonde banshee.

One second he was lying to the most intimidating female he’d ever met. The next moment his worst nightmare came true. The door to the suite swung open and Carly stepped out. If his hands weren’t shaking so damn bad he’d pull his own gun out and aim it at his head.

Carly stopped short, her bright eyes dimming slightly when she took a look at the two people standing in the hall. She pointedly sized up the old hag and discarded the woman. “I thought Jason was back.”

As much as he liked to believe he was a gentleman, Max wanted to shove the witch back in the room and slam the door. “Not yet.”

Belle watched the interaction with curiosity. “Max aren’t you going to introduce me to Elizabeth?”

“Wasn’t really thinking about it.” The dark man muttered under his breath, bringing a hand to cover his face.

“Who’s Elizabeth?” Carly’s painted mouth snarled. Her eyes pinned Max in place.

“I-ahh. I’m just gonna go stand over there.” Jerking his thumb over his shoulder, Max retreated a few steps. The damage was done and there was no going back. He wished like hell Jason would’ve listened to him earlier when he suggested that they handcuff Carly to the bed and gagged her.

Belle studied the woman in front of her. There was nothing special or extraordinary about her. Sure she may be pretty, with a slender build and a big chest. But there were no becoming traits in her lifeless eyes. The woman didn’t possess one ounce of human compassion. Belle had met more than she fair share of woman like the one standing in front of her. They were commonly called whores in most social circles.

“If you’re looking for Jason, he’s not here.” Looking down her nose at the older woman, Carly wrinkled her nose.

A little more than curious as to who the blonde was, Belle couldn’t help herself but play the female along. Extending out her hand, she locked gazes with her victim. “I’m Isabelle Gianni. I can’t say I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you yet.”

Clearly hesitating, Carly finally shook hands with the woman. “Carly Benson.”

“A friend of Mr. Morgan?” Max’s whimpering could be heard from his spot down the hall.

“His fiance.” Carly smirked.

Belle didn’t blink at the startling news. This woman Carly was good, and apparently Mr. Morgan’s girlfriend on the side. A little shocked and more than a tad dismayed that he’d do this to a new bride, Belle knew that such arrangements weren’t unheard of in the world. John infact had tried to carry on such dalliances their first few years of marriage. Fortunately for her he learned his lesson early on, and hadn’t made that mistake again.

Contempt and total disrespect flooded through her veins for the blonde. She felt sorry for Elizabeth and prayed the young woman didn’t know of her husband’s bad taste in bringing his whore with him. Making up her mind with any regrets, Belle decided that it was up to her to teach the new Mrs. Morgan on how to train a new husband.

Even with his bad choice in judgment, Belle still liked Jason. He was only a man and until trained properly didn’t know better. Men had a nasty habit of thinking with their lower regions then the brains God gave them. No it was her duty to take Elizabeth Morgan under her wings. To help the two young people achieve the total bliss that she and John now shared.

~~~*~~~

“Francis has anyone ever told you that you’re the biggest pain in the ass known to mankind?” Brenda demanded after being forced to watch him read that damn magazine for the last five minutes. She wanted to rip the thing from his hands. Roll it up and beat him senseless with it.

“Brenda compliments will get you no where.” He chuckled.

“I think Brenda is on to something here.” Emily leaned her head back to stare at the ceiling. “I remembered you being a whole lot cooler.”

“Will you two leave Francis alone?” Jason’s voice came out of no where, startling the two girls on the couch. Francis rolled his eyes to the heavens, silently thanking whoever decided to step in and intervene.

Emily and Brenda twisted around on the couch and stared at the couple standing in the doorway of Elizabeth’s suite. Jason put his hand on the small of Elizabeth’s back and nearly had to push her to make her move from the spot she seemed comfortable rooted to. She shot him a pleading glance that he artfully ignored. Instead he nodded to the overstuffed side chair. Clearly dragging her feet, Elizabeth refused to meet anyone’s eyes as she took her seat.

“Jason, what’s going on?” Emily didn’t like how pale her friend was and blamed her brother for it.

“There’s some things you all need to know about.” Clearing his throat he took sat down on the armrest next to Elizabeth.

“You’re not sending her home are you?” Her brow creased in worry, Emily wrung her hands together in her lap.

“I could only wish.” Muttering under her breath, Elizabeth ignored the irritated look that Jason gave her.

“I asked you two to stay in last night so that nothing would happen.” Catching the guilty look that crossed his little sisters face Jason knew that he didn’t need to go any further.

“It’s not all their fault Jason.” Brenda cut in. “I’m the only that got them out in the first place.”

Turning his head he locked his eyes with hers. “I’m also aware of that. But there’s no going back and undoing anything.”

The two women facing him on the couch gave a short nod.

“Because of what happened last night there’s been a little more that I found out this morning.” Scratching the side of his head, he tried to find the words that would cause Elizabeth the least amount of embarrassment.

“Oh would you just spit it out? You’re killing me here.” Covering her face with both her tiny hands, Elizabeth took a deep breath and blurted out the first thing that came to her. “We got married.”

The room grew silent, no one spoke as they exchanged flabbergasted looks.

“Come again?” Emily finally spoke up. “Because from all the way over here it sounded a lot like I have a new sister-in-law.”

Reaching into his back pocket Jason pulled the certificate out and handed it to his little sister. Brenda looked over the other brunette’s shoulder as she slowly unfolded the paper. “Oh my god.” They said in unison. “This is for real isn’t it?” Emily’s eyes were owlish as she looked up.

With a nod of his head, he looked down to see how his new wife was holding up. Her hands were still covering her face, as she prepared for the storm. Prying her left hand away, he held it securely in his hand and absently caressed his callused thumb across her delicate skin.

“She can’t be married. We have two more years of college left.” Emily stood, the marriage certificate fell to the floor. “We were going to hitchhike across Europe after graduation.”

Jason felt a shiver go down his spine as the thought of the two trouble makers being on their own in a foreign land. “She still has two years left of college. What you two do after graduation is up to you.”

Emily paused in her pacing her gaze cut to him. “Are you telling me that you two are getting divorced?”

“We can’t stay married.” Elizabeth cut Jason off before he could respond. “I mean how stupid would we be to not get divorced.” Jason’s face darkened, and he remained silent.

“You two sleeping together was a lot to take.” Brenda started out slowly. “But married? Wow. I bet Carly was thrilled with the news.”

“She doesn’t know.” His tone was low, and he sounded a little irritated.

“Can I make my request now to be present when you do?” Emily stopped pacing long enough to find some amusement in the entire fiasco.

“I’m not going to tell her...yet.” Letting go of Elizabeth’s hand he stood and shoved both his hands into his front pocket. His stance ridged as he waited for the next round of questions.

“So I take it this isn’t going to be the shortest marriage in history?” Brenda laughed nervously. She wasn’t blind, she saw the change in Jason’s eyes the second Elizabeth spoke up about not staying married.

Shaking his head, Jason said. “Some how the Gianni’s found out. They’re throwing Elizabeth and I a party tonight.”

“That should be fun.” Snorting at the way things were turning out for Jason and Elizabeth, Brenda paused. “Oh crap Sonny and I are going to have to go aren’t we?”

“It’d look weird if you two didn’t. Same with Emily since she’s my sister and Elizabeth’s roommate.”

“So the two of you are going to pretend to be some happily married couple?” Both Elizabeth and Jason winced at Emily’s question. Pretending to be a married couple was one thing. But happily? “You two don’t even know one another.”

“I’ve met the Gianni’s, Jason. They aren’t stupid.” Shaking her head at the hopeless situation, Brenda rubbed her hands nervously. “You’re never going to pull this off.”

He hadn’t thought of that. It was one thing to just go along with the popular belief that he and his new wife were blissfully in love. Another to actually prove it to the world. Looking down at the young woman who was gnawing at her lower lip, Jason silently cursed.

[JRK Archiver]

Fourteen

“I’ve met the Gianni’s, Jason. They aren’t stupid.” Shaking her head at the hopeless situation, Brenda rubbed her hands nervously. “You’re never going to pull this off.”

“What’s there to pull off?” Elizabeth asked. “We go to the party and act like we just got married.”

“We are married.” Jason’s gruff voice made Elizabeth frown.

“It’s not just a piece of paper that makes you a married couple .” Catching the scowl on Jason’s face, Brenda groaned and looked at Emily for help. “Will you back me up here?”

“What I think Brenda is saying, is that it’s not just enough to go around and tell people you just got married. You have to look it. There are so many holes that would lead anyone to believe that you two barely know one another. Just off the top of my head don’t you think it‘s a little weird that you’re not sharing a room?” Looking over at the nervous brunette, Emily watched as Brenda nodded. “Exactly. I can’t even begin to tell you how badly this is going to backfire.”

Still not seeing what the big deal was, Jason’s frustration mounted. “What choice do we have right now?”

“We could always just back out. Tell them that I’m not feeling well.” Her stomach in knots and her head still killing her, Elizabeth didn’t think her idea would be much of a stretch.

“You can’t do that either.” Brenda spoke quickly, her head shot up frantically. “We’re here for another six days. One way or another they’re going to want to extend their congratulations. Whether they postpone the party, or wait until Sonny and I get married. With the up coming partnership, like it or not the Gianni’s become our extended family.”

“So what do we do?” Feeling the room closing in on her, Elizabeth was finding a little hard to breath. She was starting to feel as though she’d just walked away from one car wreck smack dab into another.

The room grew quiet. “We could turn you into a happily married couple.” Francis suggested, letting Jason’s dark look roll off him. “Don’t look at me like that Morgan. This is your mess. I’m just trying to help you fix it.”

“You’re making too much of this.” Jason argued.

“Really?” Arching a brow at him in challenge, Brenda turned her attention to Elizabeth. “Here’s a test. If you pass this I’ll leave the two of you alone and let you foul this up on your own--.”

“Instead of having your help messing things up?” Jason muttered, glaring over at his best friend’s fiance.

Clearing her throat, Brenda leaned forward, her attention glued on Elizabeth. “Pretend that I’m Mrs. Gianni.”

“Okay.” Not sure where Brenda was going with this, Elizabeth nodded.

“So tell me Elizabeth, how exactly did you meet your lovely new husband?” It was an easy enough question. One that was usually asked of most newlyweds. But her brain shut down as she tried to come up with a reasonable answer. Somehow she was certain telling her host that she’d just met her husband that morning as she fell out of his bed in a poorly executed escape attempt wouldn’t count.

Jason groaned at Elizabeth’s delay. Brenda gave him a sharp look to silence him. “Okay that was little unfair. We can come up with a great story you can feed anyone who should ask. Try this one on. Mr. Gianni has just made a toast to your bright future. Wishing you two hoards of children, the white picket fence and dog. Everyone starts tapping their glasses and expects the two of you to kiss.” A diabetic smile brightened up her face as Elizabeth turned ghostly white. “Bzzz you fail.”

“Oh God this is hopeless.” Leaning her head back against her chair, Elizabeth stared up at the ceiling. Jason wanted to comfort her, but felt awkward.

“Stupid yes, hopeless no.” The glint in Emily’s eyes turned devilish. “Francis had a valid point, we can make the two of you into the perfectly married couple.”

“How can you do that?” Not sure that he like the idea of pulling his sister into this, Jason narrowed his eyes in her direction.

“We can quiz the two of you on each other. Tell you one another’s likes and dislikes.” Brenda’s eyes lost some of her nervousness as her brain wrapped around what Emily was suggesting. “Yes! Arrange everything to make it appear like you’re in love and that your marriage was the most natural thing in the world.”

“You two are having way too much fun with this.” Elizabeth grumbled.

“Think of this as an adventure.” Emily grin stretched across her face. “Fact number one about Elizabeth, she’s always up for an adventure.”

“And they always turn out so well.” Elizabeth countered back dryly.

“Jason hates to not having control over every situation. Drives him up the wall when his life is chaotic.” Francis volunteered.

“Francis you’re not helping.” Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jason tried to find holes in his sisters plan. But their choices were slim and they were already running out of time.

“See what I mean.” Francis teased.

“This is going to be great.” Clearly enjoying herself at Jason’s expense, Brenda started to search for pad of paper and something to write with. Pulling her purse onto her lap, she cried out in triumph. “We need to make a list. Number one we need to get them a separate room. Can’t have the newlyweds shaking up on different floors.”

Jason and Elizabeth both started to argue, but Emily’s excited voice cut them off. “Oh and a wedding rings.”

“That’s good!” Scribbling down the second item the two girls turned their attention over to Francis.

“If Elizabeth is going to play the part of Mrs. Morgan she’s gonna need a new wardrobe.” A little hesitant on his answer, Francis looked at the girls for their approval.

“For crying out loud Francis, don’t help them.” Giving his guard a betrayed look, Jason threw his hands in the air and gave up. Nothing was going the way he wanted it to, so who the hell was he to fight this.

“I suggest that we split up.” Pushing her hair out of her face, Brenda wrote down a few more things and ripped the page from her notepad. Folding the paper up she hurried over to Francis and gave slipped it into his hand. “Can you get these things done in a few hours?”

Francis wavered for a moment, stealing a glance over to where Jason was sulking. Opening it up he scanned the list quickly. “Yeah shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Great.” Turning around, she took control of the situation in a way that would make even Sonny proud. “Elizabeth and I will go shopping for dresses. Emily you and Jason go and look for a ring and you’ll also need something to wear. Francis knows what he needs to do.” Looking down at her watch, she looked thoughtful for a moment. “Two hours should do it. When we’re done we’ll meet back at Sonny’s and my room.”

Emily was the only one to move. Jumping up off the couch she wasted no time getting to her room. Brenda’s eyes narrowed in on Elizabeth as she sat motionless, her expression dazed. “Chop, chop. You have twenty minutes to get ready. I’ll drag you out of here naked if I have to.” Blushing a deep crimson color, Elizabeth glanced over at Jason. Not really sure this was something he was wanting to get involved with. “Sweetheart you’ve only been married a few hours and you’re already looking at him for his approval?” Teasing, Brenda laughed at the uncomfortable looks on their faces.

Sliding out of her chair, and without another look in Jason’s direction, Elizabeth excused herself to get ready.

~~~*~~~

“This is stupid.” Jason muttered to himself for the hundredth time in little less than an hour. He and Emily were standing in front of a large display case with every shaped and sized wedding and engagement ring known to man kind.

Her eyes scanning the rows of rings, Emily snorted. “No what was stupid was you marrying my best friend.”

Shoving his hands into his pockets he pouted. Shaking his head at a ring Emily pointed to he took his time defending himself. “I already told you that we were drunk. I can’t even remember meeting her.”

“There’s a romantic story I hope you don’t share with your grandkids someday.” Letting out an excited yelp she pointed to another ring.

“Too big.”

“Are you kidding me. There’s no such thing as a diamond being too big.” Her face twisted in distaste at him even suggesting it.

“Her hands are too small and that would look ridicules on her. Besides since we’re not staying married there’s no grandchild to worry about. ” Pausing he scanned another row.

“I was joking. Like Elizabeth would ruin her life by staying married to a stranger. Even if he is my handsome older brother.” Rolling her eyes at him she walked away to another glass case and searched. “She really has a chance to make something of herself in the art world. You should really see some of her stuff...I’m sorry I forgot.”

Waving off her apology Jason followed her. “She can’t be married and be an artist at the same time?” Not really sure why he was asking his sister this, Jason half hoped she’d let his question drop.

“I don’t know, I guess she could be.” Frowning a little, Emily looked sideways at her brother who was pretending to look for a ring. “I guess she could do both. I just always pictured her having a few art shows, selling a couple of paintings, perhaps travel some before she was sucked into the married life.”

Giving her a disbelieving look, Jason laughed. “I thought all woman dreamed about finding the right man and getting married.”

“What time period are you living in Jason?” Disgusted with her brother, Emily stepped around him and traveled further down the row of display cases. “Not all woman want to be shackled into some life sucking commitment. We kind of like our independence now a days.”

Turning to his sister Jason studied her as if he’d never met her before. “I didn’t know that you never wanted to get married.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“Maybe not, but it sure sounded that way from where I’m standing.”

Letting out a long sigh, Emily shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know, maybe after growing up with the Quartermaine's my views on matrimony have been slightly tainted.”

Nodding his head in understanding, Jason reached the end of the last display case. “Just pick a ring Emily so that we can go.”

“Nu-huh. Getting your wife a ring is your problem. I’m just here to help.” Emily said. “Besides actually looking at them might help.”

Giving her a glare he stalked back over to the first case they had looked at. His eyes narrowed in on the wedding set that had caught his eye earlier. “Hey can we get some help here?”

~~~*~~~

“It’s a dinner to celebrate your wedding.” Yanking the black dress from Elizabeth’s hands, Brenda shoved it back on the wrack with a weary smile. “Not your funeral.”

“From where I’m standing I don’t see much of a difference.” Muttering loud enough under her breath for her new friend to hear, Elizabeth picked out a cream colored dress and turned to where Francis was busy talking on the phone. At his blatant grimace, she sighed and placed it back.

“Come on I know that Jase is a little rough around the edges but he’s really not that bad of a guy once you get to know him.” Wishing she had watched what she’d been previously been saying about her fiance’s best friend, Brenda sometimes forgot that not everyone knew about hers and Jason’s rocky start.

“Name three endearing qualities he has.” Clearly throwing down the challenge, Elizabeth crossed her arms in front of her and waited for Brenda’s response.

“He’s loyal.” Stammering just after the first one, Brenda looked over Elizabeth’s shoulder at Francis for some help.

“He’s got one hell of a shot.” Both females tensed and looked around to see if anyone else had heard him.

“Francis?” Brenda smiled.

“Yeah?”

“Shut up.” Running a hand through her hair Brenda closed her eyes and thought real hard. “Fine you want to know about Jason. He’s hard to get along with. Stubborn. And basically can be the biggest pain in the ass you’ll ever meet. But he’s also one of the most caring people I have ever met. He protects what he considers. He doesn’t lie, doesn’t see the use, though isn’t above misleading a person down the wrong path. Plus he isn’t all that bad on the eyes.”

Elizabeth’s face flamed at Brenda’s last comment. Like anyone had to tell her that Jason was a good looking man. She had gotten more than an eyeful that morning as he stood practically naked. bed sheet wrapped low around his waist as he tried to make her talk to him. “Fine I’ll give him a chance.”

[JRK Archiver]

Fifteen


Sonny Corinthos sat back on his couch, one hand covering his mouth as he watched Jason pace the length of the living room. He knew he shouldn’t be getting any form of enjoyment from Jason’s uncommon restlessness, but it did his heart some good to see Jason squirm. It was irritating the way Jason was always so damn calm and in control. Sonny had started to wonder if his friend had forgotten what it was like to feel anything other than lukewarm.

“Will you tell him to stop pacing?” Brenda growled under her breath. “He’s going to make me sick just watching him.”

Chuckling, Sonny took her hand into his and gave her a small squeeze. “Hey Jase, she’s right you need to calm down.”

With an irritated grunt, he glared at the couple and headed to the window. His mind was on automatic repeat. He was a colossal jackass. The situation had gone from mind numbing bad, to down right gut wrenching heinous, just by a few very simple words from his darling little sister. Who at this moment was ready to tar and feather him.

He could tell just by the way she looked at him through the day that she wasn’t happy with him. Not that he blamed her. But it wasn’t until they were in some ridiculously over priced dress shop that she had finally snapped. Turning on him with rage in her eyes.

“I just want to know one thing Jason. Then I’ll leave it alone.”

“What?

“How is it that you can be so damn calm and cold hearted about this. Knowing that you were Liz’s first?”

One simple conversation had put a whole new spin on things. What made it worse was that he hadn’t known. Perhaps because he’d been in such a rush to find Elizabeth before breakfast. That when he’d flung the sheet from around his waist, onto the bed, he’d missed the evidence.

“Emily called a few minutes ago saying that she and Elizabeth were just about ready.” Brenda interrupted the silence, her voice bringing Jason out of his trance.

Sonny cleared his throat. “So have you talked to Alexis about drawing up the divorce papers?”

Cursing under his breath, Jason hung his head low. “There won’t be a divorce.”

The room went silent. The antique clock on the mantel above the fireplace practically boomed as the second hand ticked away. “Excuse me?” Brenda’s choked. Her tone for once not amused. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am.” The two words were spoken with such conviction, that both Sonny and Brenda set back against the couch. Their eyes slightly wide.

“Does she know this yet?” Sonny asked. His face twisted in confusion.

Shaking his head, Jason pinched the bridge of his nose and stumbled to the nearest chair. Looking over at his two friends, his eyes filled with trepidation. “I don’t think she’s going to be happy about it either.”

“You think?” Brenda’s smirked, as she looked over to Sonny. “He can’t do this. Tell him he can’t do this.”

Jason’s brows bunched. “Why not?”

Brenda’s head snapped around over to where Jason was sitting, her eyes blinked a few times before her jaw dropped. “Sonny!” Jumping up from the couch, she spread out her arms frantically.

Shifting uncomfortably under his fiance’s gaze, Sonny scratched the side of his head. “Jase she’s right. You can’t just make that decision on your own. Elizabeth might have something to say about it. Why the sudden change of heart?”

Letting out a long breath, Jason leaned forward in his chair and rested his elbows on his knees. His black Armani stretched slightly across his broad shoulders as he thought of what he was going to say. Never one who understood the inner workings of the female mind. Jason had a pretty good feeling that Elizabeth wouldn’t want her sexual status broadcasted to people she hardly knew.

“I’d rather not say.”

“Really?” Brenda started to pace, talking to herself under her breath.

“Fine.” Understanding the expression on Jason’s face, Sonny knew whatever was bouncing around in Jason’s head had to be big. Something private. “Tell me this. Are you in love with her?”

“No.” His answer came easy, honestly.

“Oh this is the most romantic moment I’ve ever witnessed.” Brenda’s shrill voice hitched up a notch. “You don’t love her but you’re going to stay married to her.” Heading over to the wet bar she picked up the decanter of brown liquid and poured it into a glass, almost to the rim.

“What happens if she doesn’t want to stay married?” His words were spoken slowly, as Sonny watched Jason with intense eyes. When it came down to it, he would always back up his friend. Jason wasn’t one to make a rash decision without some solid reason to back them up. If his friend wanted to stay married to a woman he didn’t know, then Sonny would move heaven and hell to make it happen.

“Then I’ll explain to her all the reasons we should.”

Holding the glass up to her lips, Brenda looked back and forth at the two men. Had seen the look that passed between them and made a silent prayer for Elizabeth. The poor girl didn’t stand a chance.

~~~*~~~

“Francis we’ll be ready in five minutes.” Emily stuck her head out of the suite door and flashed the guard a huge smile.

Francis lowered the phone from his ear and smiled back. The young woman disappeared and his smile slipped off his face. They were so damn screwed. Placing the phone against his ear again, Francis spoke. “You couldn’t have called and warned me earlier?”

“Bite me Francis. I tried, but someone’s freaking phone was busy all afternoon.” Max’s voice snapped back. Pounding could be heard in the background.

“What in the hell is that?” Francis groaned at the faint sound of Carly’s voice. “Christ, shut her up or security is going to be up there.”

“Too late. They’ve been her twice.” Mumbling under his breath, he took a deep breath. “Remember how bad that Ramón job was?”

“Yeah that bastard escaped into the sewers and we had to follow him. I ruined those brown leather shoes I picked up in Italy.”

“This is worse. I’m telling you if Jason doesn’t do something about her soon I might just shoot her.”

Hearing movement on the other side of the door, Francis cleared his throat. “So you were telling me about Mrs. G.”

“Yeah she showed up here to take Mrs. Corinthos shopping.”

“But she didn’t see Carly right?” There was a long pause. “Right Max?”

“It wasn’t my freaking fault. I told Jason we should’ve at least tied her up.”

“We are so screwed. You know that right?”

“Well someone needs to tell Jason and Sonny. Give them a heads up.”

“You goddamned wimp.” The line went dead just as the door opened and the two young women stepped into the hall. Snapping the phone shut, Francis looked up and felt as though he’d been punched in the gut.

~~~*~~~

Well into her second glass of Cognac, Brenda let out a small giggle. “So what do you want for a wedding present Jase?” Reaching over to take the glass from her, Sonny’s lips tugged as he fought a smile. “A restraining order from Carly. Cause when she finds out there’s gonna be fireworks.”

Jason let out a low moan. Carly. How in the world could he have forgotten about her? It was like forgetting about a leaking gas leak near a burning flame. “I’ll deal with her.”

“You’re going to lose Michael you know.” Knowing that he didn’t need to point this out, Sonny saw the pain in Jason’s eyes. “Maybe we can buy her off.”

Jason face was filled with disgust. “I’m not going to treat him like he’s some kind of object that can be sold.”

“Well you need to think of something.” Brenda stood from the couch and swayed on her feet. “Because we all know she’s a crappy mother.” Walking back over to the wet bar, she picked up the decanter again. This time ignoring the clean empty glasses sitting to the side.

Bowing his head into his hands, Jason tried to blank his mind. There was too much to think about. What he needed was to find some small bar. With a pool table and be left alone until he had everything sorted out.

“Miss Quartermaine and Miss err Mrs. Morgan are here.” Francis muttered the last part and stepped aside to let the two young women pass through. Shutting the door quickly behind them.

Emily looked around the silent room. Sonny sprung to his feet and walked toward them in greeting. Brenda was standing at the other end, tilting what seemed to be a half-empty decanter of liquor to her lips. Her brother barely blinked as his eyes zeroed in on Elizabeth who was trying to disappear behind her.

“Okay what happened?”

[JRK Archiver]

Sixteen

Having grown up in the Quartermaine household, Emily could sense tension at a hundred yards. It was like some twisted survival skill she had inherited growing up. Where the army gives bad hair cuts and butt ugly uniforms the Quartermaine’s handed out ‘Dysfunctional Families for Dummies’ at the front door.

Though she was a little rusty, having been blessed by attending a college several states away, she couldn’t miss the tell-tale signs even if she were to grow a tail and become one of the three blind mice. From Sonny’s overly eager greeting, to Jason’s tense and frosty gaze. But the topper was Brenda off in the corner nursing what looked to be a decanter.

“What did we miss?” Directing her question at the lush, Emily wasn’t a fool. She knew she’d get to the bottom of whatever was going on by questioning the most defenseless. Another talent she had picked up.

“Nothing but a huge sickening step back for woman’s liberation.” Giggling at her own joke, Brenda teetered to the right, barely grasping onto the wet bar before finding herself on the floor.

Cutting his fiance a less than thrilled glance, Sonny cleared his throat before turning his attention to the two young females. “You two look enchanting.”

He wasn’t lying. He’d watched Emily grow up. From a cute girl, to a breathtaking young woman. But never had he seen her like this. She looked elegant. From her crimson dress and matching choker, to her stylish twist. It wasn’t just her clothing, but Emily’s very aura. She had definitely made that huge leap from adolescent to adulthood.

It wasn’t until Emily stepped aside that he got a good look at the woman hiding behind her. His jaw nearly dropped as he tried to find the words to express himself. The woman meekly glancing back at him was going to turn more than a few heads tonight. “Elizabeth...” Shaking his head slightly, Sonny looked over his shoulder to see the effect her appearance had on Jason. If they wanted to talk him out of marriage this wasn’t going to help.

Jason stood frozen in place, his eyes skimming Elizabeth’s slender body. From her open toed heeled shoes that strapped around her cute little ankles, up the iridescent pearl gown that hugged her small hips, waist and molded almost sinfully to her pert young breasts. His blatant glace ended when his eyes connected with hers. They stood staring at one another, the rest of the rooms occupants momentarily forgotten.

The temperature in the room seemed to have rocketed. His crisp white shirt and tux jacket seemed to have shrunk, leaving him more uncomfortable than usual. Something flickered in the back of his brain. Tequila shots. They had been standing next to the bar, sprinkling salt on some very interesting places.

His eyes flickered down to the hollow of her throat. A silent groan stuck in his throat as the vision of Elizabeth, her head thrown back-

“Wow do I have great fashion sense or what?” Brenda slurred. Snapping Jason back to the present. “I told you that dress was to die for.”

Welcoming the reprieve from the sensations Jason’s glance was giving her, Elizabeth broke eye contact first. “Thanks. I still think the black one would’ve looked better.”

Snorting, Brenda lifted the decanter to her lips again. “I almost feel bad that I talked you out of it. It certainly would’ve been the correct color.” A look of puzzlement washed over Elizabeth’s face, feeling that she had missed something.

“I thought you said black was more for a funeral.”

“Yup.” An amused slur answered. “You might want to sit down and drink something yourself before you hear.”

“Hear what?” Emily asked to no one in particular.

“Brenda stop.” Clearly not amused by Brenda’s antics, Jason strode across the room and nearly ripped the glass container from her hands. “Don’t do this.”

“What?” Blinking her eyes innocently at him, she made a sloppy grab for the object. “You know what? You were a lot more fun when you were single.”

Holding the decanter high above his head, Jason glowered over at Sonny. “Will you do something?”

“What do you want me to do? Hogtie her and make her behave?” Sonny said, the right side of his mouth curling slightly. He might as well have announced from the rooftops that Jason had created the mess and it was his job to clean it up. “I’m not the one who drove her to drink.”

“I didn’t force her to do anything.” Jason snapped.

A loud whistle stopped everyone in their tracks. All heads turning to where Emily was standing, two fingers still in her mouth. Seeing that she had all of their attention, Emily dropped her hands to her sides. “I don’t know what happened before we got here. But I didn’t spend all afternoon shopping with my brother so I could miss this dinner.” Turning to Sonny, Emily’s face expressed that she was all business. “Do something with Brenda. I don’t care how she got this way, just fix it.” Turning to her brother, she scolded. “And you have the manners of a pig. You haven’t even told Liz how pretty she looks.”

Scowling back at her, Jason waited until Sonny had a hold of Brenda and started leading her to their bedroom. Placing the decanter back on the wet bar, he stole a glance over to where Elizabeth was standing. Her cheeks were stained red at Emily’s remark. “You look beautiful.”

Emily snorted. “That’s the best you can do after three hours of-.”

“Do you mind?” His tone exasperated, Jason glared in Emily’s direction. “Maybe you should go help Sonny.”

“No I’m enjoying this... Fine. But be nice.” With her last warning, Emily quietly slipped into Sonny’s and Brenda’s bedroom.

“You really don’t have to say anything.” Biting down on her lip nervously, she all of a sudden felt like a little girl dressing up in her mother’s clothing. She never had been one for elegant gowns that could be found only on beauty pageant contestants or anorexic models. She also wasn’t too fond of hairdo’s that pulled at her hair, took hours to do, and left her with a headache. Her make up itched, and her delicate heels were already killing her feet. She usually dressed for comfort. Pants, jeans, comfortable tops. Sure she’d occasionally put on a dress or skirt from time to time and all of her clothing did tend to run on the wild side. But her clothes were always comfortable.

Putting his hands into his pant pockets, his right hand brushed up against the velvet box. “I know I don’t. But you do look beautiful.”

Just the way he looked at her when he spoke to her made the already restless butterflies in her stomach start to flutter. Dear lord was it even legal for a man to look like that, to sound like that? “You look very nice too.” He looked nice? What kind of crap was that? Had aliens landed and taken away her vocabulary skills? Next thing she knew she’d be telling him that she was having a swell time, then start giggling like some annoying little twit.

Sensing her discomfort, Jason sighed and took a step back. Where was the woman that was doing tequila shots from the night before? “So are you ready for this?”

Licking her lips, she made the huge mistake of looking up into his eyes. It was like some freaky magnetic pull that sucked her in and held her captive. First her vocabulary skills, now her damn motor functions. One thing was clear. Jason Morgan just wasn’t good for her health. “Elizabeth?”

Shaking her head, she tried to smile. Really when had smiling become such a hard task to accomplish?Do not stutter. Do not stutter. “R-Ready?” The dinner, stupid. “Oh, yeah. Brenda quizzed me all afternoon.”

That wasn’t exactly what he’d meant. He was more concerned about how she was feeling. Not whether or not she knew how he took his coffee. But seeing that the direction she’d chosen relaxed her some, he sighed and went along with it. “So we met?”

“When you came out to visit Emily last year. Our first date?”

“A ride up to Red Rocks, then we ate at a small Mexican restaurant in Evergreen.” Jason had been to both spots, years ago while driving cross-country on his motorcycle. “Siblings?”

“AJ with the sweaty hands and a nasty habit of puking on people and of course Emily. Plus there’s Skye, who I don’t know much about. Me?”

“Steven and Sarah. What do you mean sweaty hands?”

Elizabeth grimaced. “It’s nothing. How do I take my coffee?”

“You don’t, you like hot chocolate. Is there something I should know about you and my brother?” Reaching out and taking her elbow, Jason didn’t know why, but the answer was very important to him.

“Eww. No!” The look of disgust had Jason relaxing again.

“What hand do I eat with?”

“What? Are you kidding me?” Taken aback slightly, Elizabeth racked her mind. “I don’t know.”

“Right. Okay so that was a little unfair. Where did I propose?”

“Near the craps tables.” Her eyes flared as she slapped a hand over her mouth. How did she know that? She had meant to say in Aspen during Christmas break. Her brows knotted as she struggled to remember something, anything.

“Do you remember something?” His hand moved down from her elbow to her hand, he waited.

“No. I’ve been trying.” Placing her free hand against her forehead, Elizabeth let out a frustrated groan.

“I’m sure if you don’t push yourself you’ll start to remember more.” Gently squeezing her hand, Jason looked down at their entwined fingers. He needed to give her the rings. But for the life of him he didn’t know how to go about it. He couldn’t just shove the box into her hands and tell her to put them on. He also had no idea how to bring up the subject, or to give them to her without it making him sound pathetic.

He was acting like an idiot. Like she might not except the rings or something. “I have one last thing.”

“Your favorite mode of transportation is your motorcycle.” An impish smile touched her lips, creating a smile dimple on her cheek. Her eyes twinkled slightly. He was blindsided. “You don’t know how to cook. You’ve been caught more than once dealing from the bottom of the deck when you play poker. You drink too much coffee. Have terrible taste in woman. And you’re bossy.”

“I think you’re spending too much time with Brenda.” Jason grunted, not too sure he liked what he was hearing.

“You also love children. You hate your family as much as I dislike mine. You’re loyal and committed once you give your word.” She had no idea where she found the strength to say so much. But her mouth just seemed to have a mind of it’s own.

Feeling the tops of his ears burning, Jason cleared his throat. “Well I don’t know about all that. But what I was going to say is that I have this for you.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the box and slowly opened the lid. He heard he deep intake of breath and chanced a look in her direction.

Slipping her hand out of his, Elizabeth’s hands were shaking. The rings were perfect. There were three of them. An engagement ring and wedding band for her, and a larger band for him. The bands were white gold, but more importantly the diamond was set in the band. “No prongs.”

“I didn’t think someone who painted everyday would want to clean paint out of the prongs all the time.” Taking the two rings out of the box, he lifted her left hand and slipped them on her ring finger. “Emily said your hands were the same size, so they should fit.”

They were the exact rings she had always dreamed of. Not big and flashy, just the right size. The metal glimmered, the diamond sparkled. “Jason this is too much.”

“You’re the wife of a very successful coffee importer. I really don’t think-.”

“No.” Shaking her head and lifting out her hand to look. “I mean, this should be a ring that you buy someone you love. I just don’t feel right wearing it. Just a gold band would’ve been good enough.” With a sad sigh she started to twist off the bands, stopping when Jason covered her hands with his.

“I want you to have them.” His voice was sincere. “Besides they match mine.” Taking the last ring out, he quickly slipped it on and held it up for her to see.

“Fine. But I can’t keep them.”

Jason took a looked away, unable to look at her in the face. Taking a deep breath, he was about to talk when the bedroom door slammed open and Brenda came teetering out. “Let’s get this show on the road.” Tripping over the long hem of her dress she crumbled into a pathetic pile on the floor. “I’m okay.”

[JRK Archiver]

Seventeen


Riding up the elevator, to the top floor of the Casino, Elizabeth came to a startling conclusion. She was being a nitwit. A complete and total brainless flake. The epiphany had come crashing in on her when she had caught Sonny watching before they left his suite. His chocolate brown eyes were a mixture between pity and concern. Making her all of a sudden feel like some weak defenseless scatterbrain that couldn’t figure out how to twist the cap off a toothpaste tube without assistance. The feeling wasn’t one she was used to, or one that she liked all that much.

Where in the hell was her spunk? Her sense of adventure? She’d always been known as the wild child. The one who jumped in with two feet without looking? Did it somehow vanish with her virginity? Her cherry got popped and so did her personality? Perhaps Emily was right, she was reading way too many sappy romance novels.

Okay so there were a few bumps in the road that had thrown her. Leaving her on her ass, slightly dazed and out of focus. But it was to be expected... right? Overnight she’d become a married woman to a complete stranger. She really couldn’t say that she remembered her wedding, or her wedding night. But under the circumstances things could have been worse. She could’ve found herself married to some insurance agent from Toledo, who was in town for some kind of seminar and the all-you-can-eat buffet.

Instead her current husband was the walking meaning of sin. Everything about Jason Morgan was intense. From his ruggedly handsome facial features, to the air of power that just oozed from him. Most men with these qualities generally ended up being jerks. High on themselves and the authority they had over others. But not Jason, he had been gentle with her, actually concerned how she was holding up under the circumstances.

So this was how she saw it. She needed to stop thinking of this as the end of the world. She hadn’t been a victim, but a participant. It was Spring Break, in a week this would all be over. She and Emily would be back in Boulder counting the days until summer vacation. Stuck with Frat parties and trying to sneak into Smitty’s bar to shoot some pool. All of this would be a memory. So why not live it up a little?

“Well thank God.” Emily grumbled under her breath bringing Elizabeth out of her thoughts. “Welcome back to earth.” Jason watched the shared look between the two females and felt that he’d missed something. Emily seemed to relax some, as a sly grin spread across her face. “So are you all done now with your Southern Belle act? Or do I need to stock up on the smelling salts.”

“All better now.” Grinning back at her friend, Elizabeth pulled herself up a little taller.

“It’s about time. You‘re usually the mastermind behind all our plans. I never realized how tiring it could be.” Both young women ignored the strange stares they were getting from the three other occupants in the elevator. “It’s good to see the Webber spirit is alive and well.”

“Morgan.” Elizabeth corrected her friend with ease.

“What?”

“You need to remember that my last name is Morgan.” Straightening her dress, Elizabeth looked back up Emily. “That’s the whole reason for doing this right?”

Emily opened her mouth to reply, but the look on her brother’s face made her pause. She could’ve sworn he looked slightly pleased with himself that Elizabeth had just admitted she was a Morgan and no longer a Webber.

Brenda moaned and pressed her face against Sonny’s shoulder. “I can’t watch. It’s almost like seeing a car wreck before it happens.” Sonny hushed his fiance and sent Jason an apologetic smile.

Elizabeth and Emily’s heads turned toward Brenda at the same time, and then they looked at one another and shrugged.

Jason scrutinized the beautiful woman standing in front of him. Something significant had just happened. He couldn’t tell what, since no one had said a word up until this point. It just seemed as though she’d snapped out of whatever trance she’d been in. She was standing a little taller, energy seemed to buzz off her.

Whatever had happened, it seemed to put Emily at ease some. Both girls were grinning at one another as if they knew a secret no one else knew. His sister reached out and fixed one of Elizabeth’s stray curls, patting it into place.

The elevator stopped and the doors slid open. To his utter shock, Elizabeth grabbed his much larger hand with her smaller one. Looking down at her, his puzzlement apparent, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

“Are you ready?” Her voice was strong, not awkward like it had been. He found himself at a loss of words. This wasn’t the mortified woman that had run from his room this morning. Or the one that looked like she was ready to burst into tears back at her suite. This Elizabeth looked capable of handling anything thrown her way and then some.

Her eyes practically glowed, her skin slightly flushed. It had him wondering which one of her personalities he had met last night and married. He’d put all the money he had in his off shore accounts that this was the woman that had caught his attention the night before. The woman that would let him take body shots off her without giving it a second thought.

He let her pull him out into the hallway, and his heart nearly stopped when she dropped his hand and fixed his lopsided tie. The diamond on her left hand sparkled brightly as she smoothed down his jacket. Okay who was this woman and where did the shy, bashful one he’d met that morning go?

They were standing outside the entrance of the large ballroom, waiting while Francis went inside to announce them. It was apparent that Brenda was having some difficulty standing on her own, even with Sonny’s arm around her tiny waist for support. Emily watched in amusement as Elizabeth fussed over Jason, shaking her head at her friends over the top antics.

It was weird watching her best friend with her brother. Even stranger, it was almost frightening how right the two looked together. Now that Elizabeth was done with her mini meltdown and had returned to her former glory, Emily couldn’t help but look at them in a different light.

Jason still hadn’t said a word, but his eyes gave him away. He was interested. Not just a little intrigued, like he wanted to get to know her better. But interested like he really wanted to get to know her better. His clear blue eyes practically drank in every movement she made every smile that curved on her lips. Emily could feel her own cheeks flaming when her brother’s gaze dropped to Elizabeth’s chest and lingered there. Oh yeah, her brother was extremely interested in getting to know his new wife. The thought would’ve bothered her some, if Elizabeth hadn’t shown signs of interest herself.

They were flirting and she was going to lose her lunch. It was one thing to watch your best friend flirt. Had in fact been a witness to Elizabeth’s flirting a time or two. But to be forced to witness her older brother, flirt with said best friend. Eww.

Francis stepped into the hallway and cleared his throat to gain everyone’s attention. Opening the door for his employers, he held his breath. Several times he’d tried to get Jason’s attention in the elevator. He needed to warn him about Mrs. G having met Carly. But every time he’d tried to make eye contact, Jason’s eyes were glued on the new Mrs. Morgan.

Before Jason could enter the room, Francis stepped forward. “Jase I need to talk to you... It’s important.”

Jason looked down at Elizabeth, then back at his guard. Looking into the other man’s eyes, Jason nodded. “Can you wait here for a moment?” Before she could answer he dropped her hand and walked away a few steps. Francis close behind.

“What is it?” Looking over to where Elizabeth was standing, Jason let out a long sigh and turned his attention back to Francis.

“There was a slight problem this afternoon.”

“What problem?” He didn’t like the way Francis was stalling.

“Well Mrs. G came by your room this afternoon to invite the new Mrs. Morgan out for some shopping.” Placing a meaty finger in his collar, he pulled at it.

“And?”

“Well Max tried telling her that the two of you were out...but then Carly-”

“Please don’t tell me Carly met Mrs. Gianni.“ Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jason squeezed his eyes shut.

“I...Well...Christ Jason it wasn’t like Max introduced the two of them. Carly came barging into the hall thinking that it was you.”

“So she thinks that Carly is Elizabeth?”

“No she thinks Carly is your little side dish you invited on your honeymoon.”

Jason eyes darkened. “Why would she think that?”

“Because she introduced herself as your fiance.” This time the guard gulped and took a step back. His boss looked ready to plummet something and it was never a healthy thing to be in his way.

Carly. He’d forgotten about her. After shopping with Emily he’d gotten ready in Sonny’s suite. Christ how could he have forgotten about the toxic blonde in his room? That was like a General forgetting that they had Napalm stored near a high flame.

His fiance? They barely could live together, how did she come to the conclusion that he’d ever marry her? Now he had to go and introduce his wife to a woman who thought he had his whore in town with him.

“Did Max get her on a flight tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Ten o’clock.”

That meant he had to talk to her after the dinner party. Make her understand that what ever she thought was going on between the two of them definitely didn’t include a short trip down the aisle anytime soon. He’d hoped for a little more time. So he could figure out a way so he wouldn’t lose Michael.

“Thanks.” Slapping Francis on the back, Jason walked pass him.

“Hey Jase what are you gonna do about Mrs. G?”

“I have no idea.” Muttering under his breath, me met Elizabeth’s concerned eyes and gave her a small smile. When he reached her side he took her small hand into his. “So are you ready Mrs. Morgan?”

Elizabeth’s heart fluttered and she gave a quick nod. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

[JRK Archiver]

Eighteen

Elizabeth stood wide-eyed at the entrance of the ballroom, her tiny hand firmly encased in Jason’s strong one. Up until a few years ago her parents had forced her to accompany them to several dinner parties thrown by collogues and acquaintances. Formal ones dinners, elegant balls, and the occasional smaller personal gatherings. But this? Never in a million years would she see something like this thrown by one of her parent’s politically correct and perpetually annual friends.

It wasn’t the size or the way the grand room was decorated. Nor were the dinner settings that sparkled and shined on the twenty some tables different from what she expected. She'd seen hundreds of chandeliers like the one hanging from the ceiling. It was wide assortment of people that filled the room. On the most part, they looked happy to be there. Laughs rang out around the room over the loud murmur. To say that she wasn’t used to this was an understatement.

What she was accustomed to was polite, softly spoken greetings that left a person frostbitten. Tension radiating from the overly wound-up, self-centered, self-absorbed power-hungry cynics, her parents called friends. Conversations were only initiated to pimp ones political or professional careers. No one asked or cared about one another’s families or personal lives. Unless of course it was lowered whispers about ones cheating spouse or so and so’s children in drug rehab.

But here? It was like stepping into a huge family reunion. Animated faces joked and laughed. People hugged with gusto. Cheeks were kissed in warmth. The entire room reeked of happiness.

She could get used to this.

“Wow.” Her voice below a whisper, Elizabeth wasn’t surprised that Jason had heard her.

“I know.” He muttered, his collar already feeling as though it were two sizes smaller than it had been in Sonny’s suite. “These things can be a little overwhelming.”

Giving a very unlady like grunt, one that would send her mother into one of her famous snits, Elizabeth looked around the room. “Are you kidding? Compared to what I’ve been subjected to, this is heaven.”

“What do you mean?” Pulling her further into the room, he looked around for Sonny and the others.

“To start with, I don’t have this overwhelming desire to slice my wrists open with a dull butter knife before the first course.” Jason looked over to her sharply, his brows drawn together. Elizabeth instantly remembered what Emily had once told her about Jason taking things very literally. “It’s an expression. There’s no need to worry. I want throw myself off the roof until after dessert.” He didn’t look too convinced, and she told herself it was wrong to be amused by his behavior.

“Well Mr. Morgan you’re a hard man to track down.” An older woman stepped away from a large group and approached them.

Jason tensed immediately.

“You must be Elizabeth.” The large friendly smile the other woman offered reached her chocolate colored eyes. “I’m Isabelle Gianni.”

Elizabeth liked the woman immediately. She glowed of honesty and kindness. “It’s nice to meet you Mrs. Gianni.” Years of social training and lessons in etiquette had her putting out her hand without thought.

Bella looked at the petite hand and laughed. Instead she gathered Elizabeth into a warm embrace and kissed her on the cheek. “None of that. We’re family here. Call me Bella.”

Not wanting to tell the older woman that in her family hugging wasn’t something that happened, Elizabeth threw caution to the wind and hugged back. “Thank you so much for throwing us this party at such short notice.”

Bella’s elegant eyebrow arched, as she looked over at Jason. “I’m impressed Jason. I never imagined you could get such a well-mannered and polite woman to marry you. I pictured you more the blonde rabid type who were more interested in your checking account and shopping.” The words weren’t lost on him, as he leaned in and kissed the woman on her soft cheek.

“I’m lucky that way I guess.” Their eyes met briefly. He could sense her displeasure and knew that she had a few words for him when she could talk to him privately. It made him uncomfortable. Almost as though his mother had caught him doing something naughty and was waiting for the right time to lay into him.

“So Elizabeth how long will you be here?”

“Until the end of the week. I go back to Boulder...” Her face flushed immediately. Good God, I’m not here more than two minutes and I’m already messing up. “To pack up my things. There’s so much I need to get done before I move to Port Charles.”

“I see.” Bella nodded slowly. “I hear that you’re an art student. I sure hope you don’t throw away your education so early in your life.”

“Bella leave the poor kids alone.” Hector Gianni joined the small group, kissing his wife on the cheek. “Elizabeth when my brother John told me that Mr. Morgan had married this morning I thought I hadn’t heard him correctly. I guess I never saw him as the marrying type. But after seeing you I can see why he did.” Picking up her hand and placing a soft kiss on her knuckles, he grinned at her with enough charm to rival Sonny. “With the exception of my wife, you are one of the most exquisite woman I have had the pleasure of meeting.” Elizabeth’s cheeks reddened by the unaccustomed attention she was receiving.

“You’ll have to excuse my husband.” Bella smiled, her eyes filled with love as she glanced up at him. “He has the tendency to go above and beyond at times.” Hector only grinned. “I’m going to find John and Maureen. I know their both dying to meet Mrs. Morgan.”

Watching the suave older man walk away, Elizabeth took a deep breath. Was there something about being in the Mob that made men this... Attractive? Charming? Alluring? She’d envisioned them to been heartless and filled with hate.

“Well I won’t monopolize your time. But I would love to get together before you leave for lunch, maybe some shopping?” Bella’s suggestion sounded suspiciously like a definite plan.

“I’d really like that.” Smiling softly, Elizabeth watched her walk away and start to talk to another group of friends. “She’s...”

“Intense?” Jason finished for her.

“No.”

“Motherly?” His lips twitched.

“With out a doubt.” Elizabeth laughed. “I’ve never met anyone like her before.” Still watching Mrs. Gianni socialize with the guests, she didn’t notice when Sonny, Brenda and Emily joined them.

“So I see you met Bella.” Brenda’s words were less slurred, but her eyes still held a glassy gaze. “She’s nice.” A corky grin spread across the beauty’s face. “If you ever need any lessons on how to train your man, she’s the woman to go to.” Sonny groaned at the memory of the first time Brenda had gone out for lunch with the other woman. “Plus that woman knows how to shop.”

Emily was standing quietly staring off at the corner of the room. Elizabeth followed her gaze and wasn’t surprised to see Johnny standing in the shadows. Shaking her head, she felt bad for her friend. Emily was in love. Not just a little schoolgirl crush. Or a passing moment kind of caring. And even though she’d never said the words out loud. But Elizabeth wasn’t blind, nor was she deaf. Her friend had it bad.

“Earth to Emily?” Elizabeth leaned over and whispered into her friend’s ear. “If you don’t blink your eyes may dry up and fall out of your head.”

“Uh-huh.” Nodding numbly, Emily sighed slightly before blinking a few times. “Huh? Did you say something?”

“Why don’t you go and talk to him?” Giving her a gentle push, Emily resisted and shook her head.

“I can’t. He’s made it clear that he doesn’t want anything more from me than friendship.” A flash of pain went through Emily’s eyes.

“So friends don’t say hi?”

“Elizabeth I can’t.” Shaking her head sadly, Emily shook herself out of her private pity party. “Besides he’s right. It’d never work. He’s too old for me. One of Sonny and Jason’s employees.” Reciting the words he’d spoken to her last year, Emily turned her back on him. Out of sight, out of mind and all that crap.

“Yeah well, I still think he’d being stupid.” Whispering her support, she looked at Jason who was talking silently to Sonny. The other man looked less than thrilled.

The sound of clinking against a glass hushed the room. Elizabeth stepped closer to Jason, whose conversation with Sonny had been halted. “Ladies and Gentlemen, can we have your attention please.” The room quieted, as everyone turned to look towards the dance floor.

Hector and John Gianni stood in the center of the dance floor. Both had identical grins on their faces, holding glasses of champagne in their hands. Once they had everyone’s attention, John cleared his throat. “First we’d like to thank everyone for showing up on such short notice. But mostly we here today to celebrate the marriage between Jason and Elizabeth Morgan.” Elizabeth felt everyone’s eyes turn to her and Jason, her cheeks reddened at the attention. “Most of you already know that Sonny Corinthos and Jason Morgan will soon be business partners, but more importantly family.” A round of cheers erupted through out the room.

“So when word came to us this morning of Jason and Elizabeth’s quick marriage we couldn’t let them get away with not having a family dinner to celebrate. Jason...Elizabeth. I wish you many years of happiness and joy. May you be blessed by several children and even more midnight feedings. May your love always keep you warm when the cold winds of life blow at your door.” He lifted his glass and the room of strangers followed suit. From the corner of the room, someone tapped their glass loudly and soon the entire room was filled with the sound.

They wanted her and Jason to kiss. Crap. She could do this. Deep breath, check. No passing out, check. Turning to Jason, she saw that he was already looking down at her. His eyes looked doubtful as his hands lifted to cup her face. It seemed to take forever for him to lower his head to hers. A millennium before his lips pressed against hers.

The first kiss was chaste, hesitant. But Jason touched his lips to hers again, this time a little firmer. He didn’t know what caused him to do it. Or why one of his arms dropped and wrapped tightly around her waist so he could pull her closer to him. He was stunned when her tongue touched his bottom lip, but he didn’t let it stop him from opening his mouth to her.

Soon the room melted away and all he was aware of was the woman in his arms. The havoc she created inside him made his head slightly dizzy. When her hand ran its way up his arm, to his shoulder to stop at the base of his neck, he was embarrassed by the very male way his body responded.

They both heard someone clearing their throat from behind. And with great reluctance their kiss ended. Stepping apart from one another, their eyes connected and they just stood there in a daze.

“Wow.” Brenda and Emily said at once, as they looked at one another.

[JRK Archiver]

Nineteen



The dinner was wonderful. The food sinful, the conversation comfortable. And Elizabeth enjoyed every blessed moment of it. It was hard to remember that this wouldn’t last. That in less than a week she and Emily would be on a plane back to Colorado and the charming man at her side would be on his way back to his life in New York.

Though Jason wasn’t the biggest talker in the world, just his presence at her side made her feel complete. She could feel his eyes on her at all times. Whether she was talking to Mrs. G about her art. Or laughing with Emily while her friend dished on one of their many adventures. Usually being under someone’s scrutiny made her nervous. But with Jason she felt alive.

In-between courses he’d take her hand under the table. Twining his fingers through hers. His thumb rubbing small circles on the back of her hand. It set the butterflies off in her stomach. Made her breath catch in her throat as her cheeks stained a deep crimson.

When they were like that. Sitting side by side. Their shoulders almost touching. The rest of the room would melt away. It was silly for her to feel this way. She knew it. And also knew she was going to end up hurt when it was time to end this masquerade.

“Elizabeth I must admit, I’m dying to see some of your work.” Mrs. G set her napkin on the table, her eyes sparkling in anticipation. “Next time you come I insist you bring some of your pieces.”

“I...” Caught of guard, Elizabeth stumbled to grasp onto an intelligible response. “I’m really not all that good. I’m sure you’ve seen better.”

“Don’t be silly.” Waiving off Elizabeth’s insecurity, Mrs G flashed Elizabeth a warm grin. “Just talking to you. Seeing the passion shining in your eyes. I’m positive that you are a lot better than you give yourself credit for.”

“Momma,” Mr. Gianni chastised his wife in a loving manner. “Leave the poor girl alone. If you don’t behave yourself Jason may not bring his beautiful wife back again.”

“Pfft.” Everyone at the table laughed at the older woman’s response.

The band took that opportune time to change from the quiet dinning tunes, to ones that were more suited for dancing. Elizabeth was momentarily relived of anymore of the older woman’s questions and not a moment too soon.

“Can I have everyone’s attention?” Mr Gianni stood from the table. “I know this dinner is rather late to be considered a reception. But seeing that our little love birds were too impatient to tie the knot, I thought the least they deserved was the first dance together.”

The room erupted in a round of applause, causing Elizabeth to shrink back in her chair and pray that a man eating hole would open up beneath her. Everyone in the room was staring at them. Waiting for her and Jason to head toward the dance floor. Knowing her luck, she’d trip on the hem of her dress. Or step on Jason’s feet on the dance floor.

Feeling Jason stand from his chair and stand directly behind hers, Elizabeth sought out Emily’s eyes for some friendly support. With a nod and a smile of encouragement from her, Elizabeth stood from her seat and took Jason’s offered hand.

Making their way to the dance floor, Jason kept his eyes on the woman at his side. She was utterly amazing. He could tell that she had enchanted their dinning companions with her vibrant charm and accepting manner. Surprisingly enough she seemed at ease with everyone. Didn’t seem to bat an eye that she was dinning with some of the most dangerous and powerful members of the mob.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Stopping in the middle of the dance floor, Jason set his free hand on her waist.

“Are you kidding? This is the best dinner party I’ve ever been to.” Resting her hand on his wide shoulder, she sighed contentedly into his chest.

Jason’s eyes flickered up and scanned the room. His chest swelled in pride at the longing glances on the other males faces. He knew the vision his new wife made. And apparently so did the other men in the room.

“Have I told you how beautiful you are tonight?” Pulling away so he could get a better look at her face, Jason was rewarded with her impish grin.

“I’d tell you how handsome you look. But seeing that Mrs. G’s niece has been practically eating you with her eyes, I’d hate to give you an ego.”

Pulling her closer, her thighs brushing up against his, Jason cleared his throat at the contact. “Come on she was not.” Trying to keep his tone light he couldn’t seem to achieve the effect with her pressed so close up against him.

“Please. I thought she was going to swallow her tongue when you said hi.” She could feel heat radiating off him through his tux and the thin clingy fabric that constituted for her evening gown. It was hypnotic, his heat, the feeling of his muscular body next to hers, even the way he looked at her. As though she were the only one in the room he was interested in being with. She could live in this moment for the rest of her life. Feeling protected, wanted. By a man who was sexier than sin.

“Well at least I didn’t have some poor sap spilling his Merlot down the front of him at dinner.”

Her eyes opened wide at his teasing. “That wasn’t my fault, all I did was laugh at his lame joke.”

His brow raised as he spun her around and brought her back up against him. Everyone in the room clapped before picking up their glasses and tapping their knives gently against the rim.

“Why are they doing that?” Jason looked around slightly bewildered.

“They want us to kiss.”

“What? Why?” Clearly not understanding, Jason’s brow gathered.

“It’s some hokey wedding tradition. It’s one of the reasons people come to Las Vegas to elope. That and the pathetic garter toss.”

“Garter toss?”

“Groom takes the garter off the bride’s leg with his teeth then throws it at a group of drooling bachelors. Haven’t you been to any weddings?”

“Not like that.” Shaking his head, the side of Jason’s mouth ticked up. “I feel like I lost out here. Had I known about the garter toss I might have held out for a big traditional wedding.”

Elizabeth’s eye bulged at his teasing. “Ha, ha.”

“Well?” Looking over his shoulder at the waiting guests, Jason turned back to face her. “I guess they’re waiting.”

Her eyes flew to his lips. Her pulse quickened. “I suppose we shouldn’t keep them waiting.” Lacing her hand into the short hair at the base of his neck, Elizabeth made the first move. Not only startling herself, but Jason as well. Pulling his head down to hers, her eyes stayed connected to his mouth. The way it opened slightly the closer it got. How soft it looked when they were just inches away.

But nothing would’ve prepared her for the electric zing that shot through her body. Reaching every nerve ending in her body, Elizabeth moaned in shock. It wasn’t until Jason’s hand spread out on her lower back, bringing her flush against him that she really lost control of her ability to think clearly.

“Hey Jase!”Sonny’s voice called out over the catcalls. “Let the poor girl breath.”

Jason and Elizabeth pulled apart. Both their breathing shallow as they fought to control the burning lust running through their veins like wildfire.

Licking her lips, Elizabeth grasped onto the lapels of his jacket. Her legs shaking. “Wow.”

“If we kissed like that last night, no wonder we got married.” Jason couldn’t believe he’d said that. But to his defense he wasn’t thinking all that clearly. His mind was more on dragging the small brunette off the dance floor, past the dinner guests, through the door and right to the nearest room.

“Wow.”

“I think you covered that already.” Laughing at her dazed look, Jason hooked a finger under her chin. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You okay.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Good, cause here comes Sonny. If I don’t know my attention hogging pal, I think he’s gonna cut in.” True to his word, Sonny appeared. His dimples blinding as he asked for a chance to dance with the bride.

“Only if you give her back.” Jason eyes flirted with his young bride as he stepped away without another word.

“Well you two looked...comfy.” Sonny teased. “I don’t think I’ve seen Jason smile this much the entire time I’ve known him.”

Elizabeth didn’t know what to say to this. She’d be a liar if she didn’t say that she was slightly thrilled by Sonny’s admission. But then again what was he going to say? “You don’t have to say that.”

“There’s something you need to know about us Elizabeth. We never say things that we don’t mean. It’s a waste of time.” Other couples joined them on the dance floor.

“I think I spent my life surrounded by people who made it their lives pursuit to never tell the truth.” Her mouth tightened as she remembered her childhood surrounded by ladder climbing, money hungry, back stabbing liars.

“Didn’t sound like much of a childhood.” Sonny’s tone was soft, supportive, honest.

“It could’ve been worse. I could have been raised by rabid wildebeests.” Trying to change the mood of the conversation, Elizabeth grinned at the man who wasn’t buying her act.

“Fine.” Sonny laughed. “I can take a hint. If you don’t mind I’m going to go and ask my intoxicated fiancé to dance.”

“Go for it. Though why you let her have those four glasses of wine with dinner I’ll never know.” Kissing Sonny on the cheek, Elizabeth blushed at the dimpled smile he graced her with again.

“Elizabeth you will soon learn that no one. And I mean no one. Has the ability to tell Brenda what to do. We’re alike that way.” With a friendly smile Sonny went to Brenda’s side and offered his hand to her.

“Do I need to worry about you and Sonny?” Jason’s voice whispered into the shell of her ear as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pull her back against him.

“I thought you were dancing with Emily.” Turning around, she met his boyish grin. Was Sonny being honest when he said that he hadn’t seen Jason smile so much?

“I was. But one of Mrs. G’s grandsons cut in.” Looking over in the direction where Emily was dancing, Elizabeth saw the less than thrilled expression on her friends face. But it was Johnny’s expression a few feet away that really caught Elizabeth’s attention. He looked ready to tear the drooling dolt away from Emily.

“In a little while Sonny and I have a meeting with the Gianni’s. Will you and the other two trouble makers be able to stay out of mischief?”

Narrowing her eyes in mock anger, Elizabeth tsked him. “I think that you’ve heard too many stories from you sister.”

“I wouldn’t worry so much if they weren’t true. Want to talk about the time you were arrested for indecent exposer?”

“If I said no would you let it drop?”

Shrugging his massive shoulders, Jason cocked his head to the side. “Perhaps for now.”

“Don’t look now, but Sonny’s trying to get your attention.”

“You’re saved...for now. But I have a feeling that I’m missing out on one hell of a good story.” Leaning over to kiss her forehead, Jason gave her hand a squeeze before signaling over to Johnny. Silently telling the bodyguard to keep his eye on the females.

Once the men had left the room. Elizabeth wandered back to her seat. If she didn’t sit down soon her legs were going to give out on her. Jason seemed to have the ability to make her weak when he was near. His strength and power was a lot to take in.

Emily was still on the dance floor trying to untangle herself from her admirer. Brenda was over in the corner talking to Mrs G and a group of woman.

“She’s pretty and all. But do you really think that she can keep a man’s attention like Jason Morgan?” A females voice came from behind her. Barely above a whisper, Elizabeth still felt as though the woman was yelling.

“I heard that he brought his mistress with him.” The snide words were sharply spoken.

“Not even married twenty-four hours.” Tsked another female.

“Well Mrs. G may think the princess is something special, but I guess we all know how she is in the bedroom.” The women laughed. Making Elizabeth to ball her hands into fists.

She had no reason to be mad. She knew that her marriage to Jason was a lie. That he had a life back in Port Charles. But how in the hell had she forgot about Carly? And how in the hell did the other woman know about her being here?

Standing up, her back straight. Her head held up high. She walked over to where Emily was dancing and interrupted. “I’m sorry. But can I talk to my friend please?”

The young Gianni flashed a smile he probably thought was charming and made his leave.

“Are you okay? You look ready to murder.” Emily said with a concerned tone.

“Let’s just say that I was brought back to reality.” Brushing a curl away from her face, Elizabeth licked at her lips. Tears were burning in eyes. “Can we just go, please?”

Emily looked over to where Brenda was standing and caught the other woman’s eye. Brenda excused herself and met them on the dance floor. “What’s up?”

“Elizabeth wants to go.”

“It’s nothing big.” Her eyes flickered over to the woman who were staring back at her.

Brenda’s eye’s narrowed. “Elizabeth did someone say something?”

“No...yes. I really don’t want to talk about it.”

“Elizabeth?”

“Fine. I over heard a group of woman talking about how I’m not woman enough for Jason. And you know what? They’re right. I can’t believe I allowed myself to get sucked in like that. God I can be so freaking stupid.”

Reaching out, Brenda touched Elizabeth’s arm. Her eyes blazed with furry. “No Elizabeth, you aren’t stupid. Those women over there are snakes. They’re poisonous, vicious and willing to attack anything that moves. They’re a dime a dozen and not worth your time.”

“I know, but...”

“It still hurts.” Emily’s smile was faint. “Come on lets go.”