Alana's days now consisted of work meetings along with personally sending out hand written notes to her family explaining that the wedding was no longer occuring. She did not care how Lucas was going about it - frankly she did not want to hear his name or even see a man who remotely looked like him. Which in Manhattan proved to be a difficult task. He fit the stereotypical NYC investment banker / venture capitalist mold - Tall, broad shoulders, chiseled jaw and piercing eyes.

            "Ms. Harrison, there's a Mrs. Wentworth here to see you," Samantha nervously said opening up her bosses door.

            Alana knew this day was coming so she stood up and summoned her in.

            "Alana, honey," Lucas' mother reached out for a hug that Alana gave coldly.

            Alana sat behind her desk and motioned for Luca's mother to sit down in one of her leather chairs.

            "This view is very nice," Angela Wentworth commented, "You know why I'm here."

            "I'm not marrying you're son, Angela," Alana said beginning to type on her computer.

            "Mr. Wentworth cheated on me plenty of times - I stayed. Powerful men are like this... you need to understand that. You and Lucas are a match made in heaven!" the old woman said with a smile prompting Alana to stop typing.

            "Not in my house," Alana said with her own smile, "I do not want a cheating husband. I want a husband who loves me."

            Mrs. Wentworth sat silently staring at Alana behind her desk.

            "Your son told me he loved me on our one year anniversary, when he proposed and anytime I made him cum," Alana said coldly, "Your son, when asked if I was beautiful, said I was a good investment - I diversify his portfolio."

            "But I stayed with him," Alana smiled, "I stayed because I thought he loved me. Because that's how Lucas Gentry Wentworth the Third talks right? No. He only loved the image of me. You," Alana pointed to Mrs. Wentworth, "Love the image of me."

            Alana felt her body temperature rising as her fingers shook when she pointed to her ex future mother in law.

            "I did research on you and your husband's empire - you have some pretty serious racist remarks, in fact racial discrimination files that have been hushed," Alana said taking out a file, "Settlements, plea's. It would look good for a racist family to marry the American dream black girl right."

            Mrs. Wentworth tried to protest but was cut off by Alana, "You tried it. Good day."

            "Alana darling," Mrs. Wentworth approached her desk pleading.

            "I said. Good day," Alana returned back to highlighting key points in a case she was reviewing done by a lower ranked attorney.

In the following weeks Alana, ever true to herself, began a new routine to counter any moments that she would find herself thinking about Lucas. She worked out early in the mornings at the nearby SoulCycle and found happiness in her body that was firming up and looking put together. Uzo, Kim and Delores visited her like clock work and even signed up for an Equinox gym membership along with their friend.

On Saturday's the four always found themselves at their usual brunch. Except, this one Saturday was different - it was her wedding date. Alana looked at her calendar and exhaled loudly; today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life. Instead she was 27, unmarried, successful and lonely. All she wanted was someone to cuddle with and talk about her long day at work.

Her three friends did not know what kind of Alana would show up to brunch. Her last break up was during her second year of law school; Peter Neville. He and Alana dated all through her first year of law school, then he graduated and dumped her once he found another girl in NYC.

"Hey ladies," Alana smiled as she grabbed her seat.

She was always the last one to arrive so they learned to always have her order ready. Mimosa's and pancakes. She smiled as she saw her friends ordered for her and immediately began chowing down on the food noticing her friends hadn't touched theirs.

"What," Alana asked with a mouth full of food putting her fork down.

"We were thinking," Kim began.

"Your honey moon begins next Friday," Uzo continued.

"We booked flights and rooms also," Delores finished.

Alana looked at her friends in disbelief, "What?! Jobs?!"

Alana hadn't cancelled her reservations because she wanted to use the break as a get away from the city to recharge herself and come back strong for an important case she had coming up in April. She told her girlfriends that she was keeping it just so that they didn't think anything was up when she wouldn't show up for their brunch. She didn't think they would buy their own tickets!

"We work so much and we had some time off, it's winter break for my kids - We have the time off," Kim nudged her friend.

            "Ibiza in Feburary," Alana raised a toast.

            "Ibiza!" The girls all shrieked together.

            Per usual fashion each girl detailed their work week and their highs and lows. Delores had lost her first patient as a neurosurgeon and Kim finally broke a heel while teaching - Alana had warned her that her day was coming. Uzo didn't have much new except that she was dating an EDM DJ. The girls all held back their disappointed looks when they saw the picture of her new beau who she said was, "super good."

            "Actually - I should ask him who will be in Ibiza next week! He has all the connects," Uzo gushed and texted him.

            The rest of the girls laughed because they were R&B heads - EDM to them was a foreign language. The image of Uzo's man "Trippy Turtle", but his actual name was Lido, in a turtle onesie had the girls laughing for almost the remainder of their brunch.

            "Lido says Kygo and a bunch of other good EDM artists are gonna be in Ibiza for this festival - he's going to hook us up with passes," Uzo gushed, "He's performing too."

            Alana loved Kygo - he was her guilty pleasure. She loved when he took her favorite songs and remixed them with this island beach house vibe. Apparently the other girls also heard about Kygo and all were excited to see the Norwegian producer.

            The work week could not have gone by any slower for the women each blowing up their group texts until finally the day came to meet for Ibiza. JFK airport should have gotten a security warning because the Core Four showed up in their finest clothes with three suitcases each. This was a much needed week long vacation for each girl. Alana left her blackberry at home - that was the international sign that she was fully present. Her partners knew to leave her the hell alone the minute she left American soil. Kim had recently gotten in a fight with her boyfriend of 4 years over marriage and Delores was afraid she'd never find love due to her profession. Ibiza was needed.

            They flew first class and enjoyed their flight over to the Spanish party island of Ibiza. Arriving on the remote island, the four walked out into the sunlight and adjusted their hats and quickly began to shed the winter coats they donned.

            "Shit is HOT," Delores laughed as their personal driver loaded their luggage.

            During the drive they took in the clear blue water and the scenic drive. "This reminds me of Amalfi," Alana reminisced of her time spent abroad during her college years.

            "You know I was just about to say this looks like Capri," Kim laughed.

            Arriving to their hotel the girls immediately recognized Uzo's new boyfriend who was waiting for them outside.

            "Uzo babe," Lido kissed Uzo, "Welcome to Ibiza ladies!"

Kim, Delores and Alana all shook Lido's hand and politely introduced themselves to this man who was clearly only 21 and had never spent a day actually working.

            "Uzo tells me you guys really love Kygo," Lido made conversation as he entered the elevator with the girls.

            "Yeah," the three giddily laughed.

            "His Take on Me remix, ugh love," Alana held her chest showing how in love she was with his rendition.

            "I'll make sure he plays it for you tonight, he's the first set, then I go. Then he goes again. We're day 1," Lido said as they reached their rooms.

            "Awesome," Kim said smiling to Lido, "We should probably shower and stuff - we'll meet you at what time?"

            Lido checked his watch, "Well...It's 2 PM. The first set is beginning at 5. Do you think you'll be ready by 4?"

            The girls each looked at each other and threw their hands in the air running into their respective rooms rushing to get ready in time. Alana thankfully went to the hair salon hours before arriving to the airport and did a Brazilian treatment on her hair so it smoothed and straightened it out for her. Still she didn't want to risk it by wetting it just yet - grabbing her shower cap she got ready blasting her Kygo.

            Alana emerged in a short orange dress from Zara with her favorite thigh high heels. Uzo in her typical fashion forward sense was in a Coachella inspired outfit while Delores opted for shorts and a simple t shirt. Kim being the mother of the group had her trustee skinny jeans and low cut blouse.

            Lido looked at the girls and approved their outfits before heading to the scene. "We have food and everything - I'm sure you guys haven't eaten yet," Lido said walking the girls through the backstage area of the nightclub.

            The ladies sat down at a table prepared just for them and toasted to a weekend filled with laughter and as Delores said, "lots of fucking". The girls became giddy when Kygo walked in and introduced himself to them.

            "I will try my best to get you all dancing but Lido here is the best at that...other than Diplo and Tiesto," Kygo smiled.

            They all laughed and proceeded to make conversation with Kygo. Mostly picking at his brains how he managed to make solid remixes every single time. Delores was in heaven when he put his arm around her and started singing her favorite song Stay. The girls snapped a picture of Kygo kissing Delores and they knew by the look in her eyes - she was going to fuck him.

            The girls wished him luck and took their place in the VIP balcony. They were a quick connection away from the stage and elevated higher than the partygoers would be on the dance floor. People were beginning to line up and the atmosphere was one of excitement. Kim first noticed the handsome man in a suit walk into the VIP balcony with a group of other men - but not dressed up as nicely as he was. He must have been a manager she thought. They made eye contact. He smiled to her but continued speaking to the men he walked in with while scanning the dance floor and pointing things out. Alana turned to leave the VIP to get drinks when she locked eyes with Mr. Suit who was listening to one of his guys speak. He looked at Alana and seemed to have licked his lips in slow motion before having his friend snap their finger in his face to regain his attention.

            Alana blushed and left to order the bottle of tequila for the girls, along with her own screwdriver. While waiting for the drinks at the VIP bar she heard Kygo beginning his set. She started dancing along to his newest song and even singing with the bartender when Mr. Suit showed up next to her.

            "You missed the intro," the blue-eyed man smiled to her, "Let me help you carry that."

            Alana laughed and fixed her hair before thanking the handsome man in front of her, "Guess I better head back before I miss my favorite song."

            "Which is," the man asked her resting his forearm against the bar. Alana loved the way his eyes roamed over body and it made her feel alive. He was looking at her with an intensity that her chest raised and her eyebrows rising. Her body was sending involuntary signs to him that she welcomed him.

            "Take on me," Alana lightly bit her lip moving in a bit closer to the man smelling his Tom Ford perfume.

            "Great choice," he smiled to her and lightly touched her wrist, "I came down to make sure you were okay. Figured you were getting drinks for you and your girls - maybe you needed an extra pair of hands," he smiled lifting up the bottle, "Mind if I get something?"

            "No, go right ahead," Alana smiled sipping her drink taking in the profile of the handsome man, "What's your name?"

            "Wesley, everyone calls me Wes," he said paying for his drinks and leaving his card at the bar, "Anything she and her friends ask for add it on my tab."

            "You didn't have to do that," Alana said politely walking back to the VIP. She gracefully began walking up the stairs when she felt Wesley's hand on her lower back guiding her carefully back into the VIP. They walked into Kygo's major hit remix of sexual healing which made Alana shriek with joy and sing aloud. Wesley placed their bottle on their table and nodded to her girlfriends before returning to his side of the VIP balcony. The remainder of Kygo's set the girls danced amongst themselves and put a show on for the other VIP members.

Wesley had his eyes glued on the woman in orange. She was captivating. The way her hips moved to the songs he was picturing them making love in his bed over and over again. No - she wouldn't be a one-night stand type of girl. Through their brief interaction at the bar he knew she was the kind of woman who could make the player be on one knee and pledge his faithfulness. Her round lips seemed to be graced by truth and virtue, her long arms welcomed Welsey with peace, her legs with seduction, her large brown eyes were an ocean that he wanted to swim in. Her entire body spoke to him, calling him to get them out of this club and on a private beach where he could ask her what made her smile, what she liked to drink in the morning... She was beautiful.

  He shook his head and took a sip of his own drink and raised his hand in the air dancing along to the song; if he stood still drinking in this woman's aura his crew would never let him live this down.

            "Thank you," Kygo yelled and introduced Trippy Turtle aka Lido aka Uzo's man. Uzo yelled at the top of her lungs and her girlfriends all yelled also for the man who was taking care of the girls amazingly so far.

            "Before we begin, I just wanna play a quick song so you get your vocals ready as I get my booth ready - okay?" Lido smiled to the crowd that was yelling his name.

            He began playing one of Alana's favorite 3LAU songs ‘How You Love Me'. It was one of her break up songs that helped her get over Lucas. Her girlfriends noticed the man in the suit that was leaning against the balcony but kept his eye on Alana as she sang and danced.

            "Do we let her fuck him," Delores whispered in Kim's ear.

            "Yeah, I mean he's really hot," Kim whispered back sipping her drink.

            "Uzo," Delores and Kim yelled, "Is he good? Like for Alana?"

            Uzo looked at Wesley and gave two thumbs up before returning her gaze back to her man on stage.

            Alana laughed at her girlfriends and said, "He probably isn't interested."

            "He's staring at you," Delores and Kim both pointed calling out her bluff.

  Alana turned around and mouthed the lyrics of the song to Welsey, "I can be your curse or your angel it's in all you love me." Wesley smiled when she pointed to him and acted out the lyrics. He walked over to her and rested his hand on her waist as they overlooked the balcony.  Their eyes kept locking but Alana would quickly look away and sip her drink and look out into the large crowd. Lido began his set and surprised Alana and her friends. He took one of their favorite Keith Sweat songs and made a crazy twerktastic remix.

            "I KNOW HE DIDN'T DO THIS TO GET UP ON IT," Alana beamed with joy as she threw her hands up in the air and rotated her hips singing along with her girlfriends. Wesley standing next to her laughed at her reaction and took out his phone to Snapchat her moves.

If you really want it - all you have to do is get up on it.

            Alana and co. were back in college mode and each stood by one another as they busted out the old school dance moves and put their arms around one another dancing and thoroughly enjoying the song. Wesley stepped back and continued snapping how Alana's body moved with every beat drop.  When she noticed the camera on her she covered her face and shrieked, "Wesley!". The smile on his face was seen by everyone on the balcony. She hugged him and laughed in his chest as he continued Snapchatting the both of them dancing to the song. When Lido reached the point in his remix that added in another song that Alana loved, she removed herself from Wesley's chest screaming, "OH HELL NO!"

            Wesley couldn't help but laugh and joined in dancing with the girls. Purposefully placing himself in front of Alana so they could maintain eye contact - which they did.

            Delores paid him no mind - Alana always attracted cute men in suits. This was nothing new. In college, Alana was the girl who had the frat boy connections. Delores had the connects with the black fraternities since she dated a Q, Kim had the indie crowd and Uzo well, Uzo had the entire damn university. Finally when Lido slowed down his set a bit he played a remix of Robin Thick causing the girls to slow grind by themselves. Kygo emerged with a towel around him and a bottle of water with a large grin dancing his way to Delores.

            "Ohhhh shit," the girls all laughed as Kygo started grinding on Delores.

 Wesley saw this as his own opportunity to get behind Alana and at least try a move.

            She responded by taking another swig of her drink but was soon invested in it when she realized the white guy had some rhythm in him. Wesley put his hands on her waist and squeezed a bit when she leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder singing the words to the song. Wesley whispered in her ear, "You never told me your name, so I may be stuck calling you baby, or love, or sweetheart."

            Alana turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck telling him he was foolish. "Alana Harrison, I'm an attorney. You're Wesley and..."

            "I'm a producer," Wesley finished it for her, "An artiste."

            Alana raised her eyebrow - something that Wesley was beginning to find very arousing. "For an artiste, you look very...." she got closer to him whispering his ear.

            "The suit," Wesley slowly moved his right hand up and down her back.

            Alana could only nod her head, his touch was almost paralyzing. She wanted to wrap her dress around her waist and let him take her on the balcony in front of everyone she didn't care. His deep voice oozed sex appeal and the way he filled his suit was becoming a bit too much for her.

            "I like to look nice," he smiled before kissing her cheek, "You look beautiful by the way. This color is amazing on you."

            Alana lifted her head off his chest and wrapped her arms around his waist drawing their lower regions together, "I look even better out of this dress."

            Wesley was completely taken back with the comment and Alana could tell. His face was one of pure shock, but an amused shock and he smirked as he gave Alana's ass a squeeze. "This will do," he laughed looking over her shoulder, "Yeah your ass is pretty nice."

            Alana began tracing the middle of his back, underneath his suit jacking lightly scratching him with his dress shirt as the only barrier to her nails. Wesley was becoming more interested in the stunning woman in front of him whose fingers were tracing his back muscles.

            "If you keep doing that," Wesley whispered softly in Alana's ear, "I'm going to have to fuck you very hard tonight, baby."

            Alana bit her lip and removed her hands from under his suit jacket and rested her hands on the balcony giving her back to Wesley. He moved next to her wrapping his arm around her and began rubbing his finger against the palm of her hand.

            "An attorney, huh?" he smiled.

            "Yep," Alana rested her head against his shoulder, "My life is as horrible as it sounds."

            "But you love it, right?" Wesley said while waving to party goers who were taking pictures of him and Alana.

            "Let's move from the balcony," he took her hand and began walking towards the back of the balcony away from public view.

            "Why," Alana said when she felt her back against the wall.

            "Fans, I just don't want your face somewhere on a tabloid somewhere," Wesley genuinely said, "As an attorney and all."

            Alana laughed and lightly slapped his chest; "You have me on your snapchat anyways!"

            Wesley laughed remembering how he couldn't help but record her dance moves because they were infectious. She maintained eye contact with him as he deleted the snaps and showed her his phone.

            "I love this song," Alana said with one of her hands in Wesley's pocket with the other by her side. Wesley had one hand against the wall and the other on her waist.

            "Me too," Wesley smiled, "The piano on this is amazing."

            Alana agreed and told him about her journey to find the song. When she first saw Kygo live he played the song but she had no idea who it was. She recorded a video of the song in hopes that someone would be able to identify the song for her but no one could. Until Uzo downloaded the app Shazam on her phone and found the song that way. When Alana heard the full song again she leapt off her couch so high her girlfriends thought she was going to hit the wall.

            Wesley laughed at how passionately she recounted the story and how in love she truly was with the song. "Why do you truly love it so much, it has to be more than the piano," he inquired, "Is it the way the song makes you feel?"

            "Nailed it," Alana removed her hand from his pocket and now rested it on his waist, "The lyrics...I don't know. It's the love I'm looking for I guess."

            Wesley nodded his head and looked to the DJ stage watching Kygo mix his set with one of Alana's friends on the stage. "Isn't that one of your friends?" he asked.

            Alana slowly peeked and hadn't noticed that Delores was on stage with Kygo! She was in front of him dancing along with her own pair of Beats while he mixed the set with one hand on her hip and the other on his Mac.

            "Oh my God," Alana laughed with Wesley, "Shit - she's Kygo's new girlfriend."

            Wesley took out his phone and began snapchatting, "Behind the scenes Ibiza! Where Kygo premiers his hot new woman!!"

            "Wesley," Alana giggled and made it into his snap again. This time she allowed him to upload it. Sure she was an attorney but she was also a person.

            "Sorry, now back to what you were saying," Wesley said taking Alana's hands dancing to the song, "You want a classic love?"

            Alana shook her head disagreeing but still keeping her hands in his as they danced, "At least one that feels classic... When she says, ‘You and me the magic'. It's like... You always here about this magic in love and I have never felt that."

            "It's being passionately in love with someone. Where, nothing makes sense," Wesley smiled to Alana, "The kind of love that makes you do things you swore you never would but you do it because you know that person would do it for you."

            "When you feel like you've known them for years," Alana said slightly out of breath looking in Wesley's eyes.

            "But you've only met them for a matter of hours," he finished her thought.

            The two stared at each other for what felt like an eternity listening to the song in the background. Come to me baby don't be shy. Alana leaned in slowly and felt Wesley's hand softly lip up her chin before he kissed her deeply. His hand moved from her chin to her waist then her arms; he couldn't stop touching her. Her pillowy lips were heaven and he didn't want to let go. When she moaned mid kiss he knew he needed to get them out of this club.

            "Wes," Alana moaned when he stopped kissing her.

            "Say bye to your friends baby, we're going to my place," Wesley ran his fingers through is hair before going to his crew and telling them he was leaving.

            Alana walked over to her side and her friends were also all socializing. Nothing new; they always showed up together, separated at the part, found each other again with more girlfriends for the night. Lido was back in the VIP making out with Uzo in the corner and with Delores down on the stage with Kygo, Kim was making conversation with another girl that was in VIP with them who gave Alana a thumbs up.

            "I'm leaving," Alana said to Kim hugging her.

            "Alrighty, I'll make sure they get home safe and don't make babies tonight - that goes for you too," Kim said laughing but stopped when Wesley stood next to Alana.

            "Take care of my girl you hear," Kim said with a hand on her hip but slightly slurred speech.

            Wesley smiled politely and handed Kim a piece of paper, "Here's my phone number and the villa I'm staying at. I will take care of her don't worry but - if anything happens with any one of you guys..Don't hesitate to call or show up okay?"

            Kim was dumbfounded and Alana couldn't hide the smile on her face at the gentleman who was next to her.

            "You ready, baby?" He looked to Alana.

            "Yes," she smiled and said bye to Kim.

            He held her hand as he simultaneously placed his free hand on her back guiding her out of the club. They walked through one too many hallways for both of their likings occasionally getting lost and taking the wrong turn. Finally emerging they entered into Wesley's waiting car and drove to his villa that was right on the water. In the car the two remained cuddled with Wesley playing with Alana's hair and occasionally tapping beats on her legs that were across his lap. He smiled every time she called him Wesley, everyone who knew him personally called him Wes. To his fans he was Diplo. He wasn't sure if Alana knew exactly who he was - but come tomorrow night she would when she would see him on the stage performing a set. He didn't think it was important to bring up - besides he enjoyed being Wesley, not Diplo the hit producer who made the hit song Lean On.

            When they arrived Alana took off her boots and put her hair in a high bun before retuning back in Wesley's arms. He kissed her softly and began removing his suit jacket when he stopped Alana's wandering hands that were reaching for his belt buckle.

            "Before we do that," Wesley smiled and kissed her nose, "I want to show you something."

            Alana held his hand as he led her out back to the oceanic view. The villa was on a cliff and stairs led down to a private beach. The view took away her breath and she stood still admiring it. Wesley stood behind her as he wrapped his arms around her and looked at the moon while breathing in the warm Mediterranean air.

            "This is beautiful," Alana quietly spoke.

            "Like you," he smiled in her hair before kissing the back of her head.

            Alana felt a wave of emotions when he kissed the back of her head. This position with him with his arms around her - she felt protected. His lips reassured her that in this moment she was safe and although this was going to be a one-night stand probably - he was igniting something in her that she had never felt before. Something she knew she was missing all along in her relationships - passion.

            "Wes," Alana quietly spoke as the crashing waves mimicked her breathing. Wesley was noticing that whenever Alana really wanted him she would call him Wes.

            "Hmm," Wesley hummed in her hair.

            "I want you," she couldn't believe she said that out loud...This entire experience felt foreign to her. This was nothing she could have planned for. This was something that just happened based off people's chemistry.

            "How do you want me, baby," he asked her before biting her ear.

            "Rough the first time," Alana gasped as Wesley began kissing her neck, "Then sweet afterwards."

            Wesley continued kissing Alana's neck and running his hands all over her body, "What about the third time, I'll never fuck you twice only."

            Alana moaned at his words and bit her lip, "Fuck me like a slut the third time."

            Wesley couldn't believe the words his sweet innocent Alana had just said. "You sure you want that" he asked pressing himself on her so she could feel his hard on.

            "Yes," Alana said barely audible to him.

            "Then I'll make love to you the fourth time," Wesley said taking her hand leading them back into the house.

            Alana giddily followed Wesley up to his bedroom biting her lip the entire way. He would occasionally look back at her and smile and give her a kiss until they reached his room. He had a balcony view that overlooked the sea, his bed positioned perfectly to the left. He started walking over to close the balcony when Alana tore off her dress and stayed in nothing but her lingerie on his bed. He walked back slowly unbuttoning his shirt revealing a muscular build and small, not overly bearing tattoos. Not her usual type of guy - but Alana thought for a weekend in Ibiza why the hell not.

            He stood at the edge of the bed with his head tilted to one side smirking while he held one of Alana's legs in his hand. His hands moved up and down her right leg, resting for a few seconds by her ankles.

            "Wes," Alana begged softly, "Fuck me."

            "I will baby," he kissed the sole of her foot, "I will...I just want to  take in your beauty."

            Alana covered her face because no one had ever stopped to just admire her body before having sex with her. Wesley looked as if he was making a map of her body and wanted to know all the landmarks and road signs that would lead to Alana's fullest pleasure. When Alana peeked through her hands, Wesley lowered himself on her, still in his suit pants and kissed her hard this time, biting her lower lip. Alana's legs were spreading wide for him and he was noticing that she liked getting her lip bitten.

            He moved from her lips to her neck and gave her soft kisses all the way to her breasts. Wesley looked up at Alana who had her hands in his hair but had her eyes closed.

            "Alana," Wesly softly called her as he pushed a bra strap off her shoulder.

            "Yes," she said opening her eyes.

            "You are so beautiful," he said before exposing both her breasts.

            Alana tried hiding her face again from him but this time Wesley chastised her and she didn't. He kneaded her left nipple while softly licking the right listening to how Alana moaned. Fully sucking her breasts, he felt Alana tug onto his hair and her legs spreading even wider. He stopped toying with her breasts and raised himself off of her. She looked at him with the purest, sexiest, smile on her face.

            "Come here," he said hooking his fingers on her panties before slipping them off of her.

            "Pretty pussy babe," Wesley said kissing Alana's abdomen making his way down.

            "Wesley, you don't have to," Alana said lifting herself up by her elbows.

            "I want to," Wesley smiled to her before spreading her pussy and licking her clit.

            Lucas never did this to Alana. He said that it was morally debasing and unnatural for men to "eat out" their women. Here was a man she had just met who was somehow beating ALL the men she ever slept with.

            Slowly sliding in his left middle finger, Wesley continued licking and sucking her clit. He knew she was enjoying it by the way she was rotating her hips and beginning to moan his name. He decided to spoil her tonight, tomorrow night he figured - she would get all the hard fucking she wanted.

            "More," Alana kept repeating as she felt an orgasm coming. Wesley arched finger hitting her G - spot. Between his fingers and tongue, Alana couldn't stand a chance.

            "Baby it's too much," Alana pleaded as Wesley kept fingering her through her orgasm, "Oh my God, no. No."

            Wesley kept fingering her until her legs pressed the side of his face so strong he was sure he lost some hearing. Raising himself up from her he laughed as he wiped her pussy juices off his chin. She had gotten really wet for him. He continued smiling as he watched her recover from her orgasm that had her high bun now a mop top mess.

            Alana after coming back to life reached out to Wesley causing him to rest his body weight on her kissing her slowly and tenderly. This time he didn't fight her when she began to unbuckle his pants. She frantically tried sliding them down his legs and smiled when he stood up finishing the job. Alana took in the sight of his thick dick and didn't realize she had her legs spread and was rubbing her clit while looking.

            Wesley walked over to his drawer and cursed when he couldn't find condoms. He hadn't planned on fucking anyone back at his place - usually he fucked groupies at the night clubs then slept at home in peace.

            "What is it," Alana sat up.

            "I don't have condoms," he said pacing the room looking around, "Wait right here."

            "Wesley!" Alana yelled as he walked out.

            She tucked herself in the bed and sighed, at least he made her orgasm. Him not having condoms was a bit weird though she thought - he must fuck girls on the regular.

            "I knew one of my boys would have some," he returned to the room with a pack of condoms. He took in the sight of Alana now tucked in his bed and got in with her. "We don't have to fuck if you don't want to," he said spooning her.

            "I want to," Alana said turning around, "But I'm just a little lost as how you don't have condoms."

            He nodded his head acknowledging the weirdness of the moment; "I don't bring girls back to my room. This is my sanctuary basically."

            Alana kept her eyes on him while tracing his face with her left hand, "But you brought me..."

            Wesley smiled and kissed the inside of her hand, "You're different. I could gather that much..."

            Alana sighed before laying on her back, "You're great at pillow talk."

            Wesley propped himself up by his elbow running his finger down her stomach, "You don't believe me? You truly are. I'm excited to learn more about you the remainder of my trip...Swear to God."

            "God you're good," Alana laughed, "Let's just fuck so we can get this over with."

            Wesley stopped running his finger and sat up keeping his eyes on her, "Who did this to you?"

            "Did what," Alana also sat up.

            "Earlier, you mentioned you never felt passion in your love. Now you don't believe me when I say that I brought you back for something more than just a fuck... Who had you and didn't show you your worth," Wesley spoke clearly flustered.

            "I don't want to talk about it," Alana kissed him.

            Wesley kissed her back and smiled when he felt Alana's hand on his cock. "Trust me, you don't have to do that to get me hard," he laughed, "Your eyes, lips, everything gets me hard."

            Alana smiled and pulled Wesley on top of her wrapping her legs around him. He ripped the condom wrapping and covered his member before Alana slid down and kissed the tip making him smile. He softly slapped his cock on her face before throwing the covers over both of them.

            He slowly put the tip in causing Alana to gasp. She hadn't fucked someone of his girth and he was slowly stretching her walls. He took his time allowing her to become accustomed to him and slowly built a pace while nestling his face on her neck.

            "Wes," Alana would moan when his abdomen would hit her clit, "Yes!"

            He picked up the pace when he felt her walls constricting his cock, Alana was in ecstasy as he. He stopped kissing her neck and raised himself off of her using both hands to grip her waist and draw him closer to her as he pounded into her.

            "FUCK," Alana shrieked with her hands above her head exposing her bouncing breasts for Wesley.

            "You're going to make me cum baby," Wes said as he kept thrusting in her.

            "Cum for me," Alana begged biting her lip, "Cum for me Wes."

            "Shit," Wes said lowering himself back to kiss Alana. When he started cumming Alana's legs wrapped around him tighter, her hands tangled in his hair, and her tongue frantically battling his. As he came, Alana rested her forehead against his and looked down to his cock inside of her.

            "Oh baby," Wesley said as he removed himself from her taking off the condom and throwing it out in the bathroom, "Shit... You took everything out of me."

            Silence.

            He lifted the covers and got back into bed looking at Alana that was falling fast asleep. He got out of the bed and went to turn off the light but was apparently out of bed for too long because Alana pouted, "Baby where are you?"

            "I'm here," Wesley said getting back in bed cuddling with Alana, "I'm not letting go, goodnight."

            "Goodnight," Alana drifted far asleep to the sounds of the sea and Wesley's heartbeat.