Night of All Nights (Angela)

[khjohns2005]

We Can Make This Night Last forever!!

Days past since he last saw his ex wife. Days upon days, and man how he wished he could yet again go back and change it. But after what she said. Everything was different in his eyes. She didn't want him, she hated him, he had to move on . This was all going to start tonight. Well so he thought. The night of the Annual Christmas ball.

Looking in the mirror in his bedroom of his large 4 bedroom house, which was completely empty since his ex moved out, he adjusted his tie once before butting up his shirt. All white ball, this sucked in Trent's opinion. he had always been a jeans and black jacket type of man. Not white. It stained too easy. Defiantly fore him, because Trent was kinda messy man, and white attracted stains. He only wore white when he was married, because well Angela had a gift for getting out those stubborn stains of his. Shaking the thought of Angela out of his head he pulled on his jacket looking himself once over in the mirror. He looked good yes, but he would much rather be wearing a different color.

Trent knew he couldn't change the rules so he had to deal with this. Just like he had to deal with everything else in his life. Everything that went wrong, which now looked like his whole life. Everything went downhill three years ago. Damn, there he goes thinking about Angela Hastings yet again. He had to get her off his mind, and well that was about to happen as he apearated to the front door of the one woman his ex wife hated more than anything. Shiloh Blakely Smith. The veela who tore them apart, but tonight, tonight she was his date. Mainly because his parents where forcing him, but he didn't say anything. She was hot.

He waited patiently wondering what the girl would wear. When she opened the door he wasn't surprised. Short and revealing. He couldn't help but smile though. She was hot. "Ready Shiloh?" He asked sticking out his hand to for her to take. The veela rubbed her cherry red lips together taking his hand. "Ready as every." Hooking his arm around her waist he yet again appearated.

When they walked in the doors of the all white ball he sighed. He use to bring Angela here, man how that woman looked great in white. What was he kidding she looked good in anything. White black, purple and red polka dots she would pull off. He couldn't help but love her. Well as he said 'loved' her. But that wasn't entirely true. He would go back to her any day if she would allow it.

Right as his thoughts started they where brought to a tragic end when he heard snapping in front of his face. "Trent You there?" Shiloh's voice filled his ears as he shook his head. "yeah. I just zoned out." he said looking around. "Wanna dance?" HE asked the young woman in front of him. "No Trent. I came here to look pretty. Yes I want to dance." She said leading him out to the dance floor.

Trent willingly followed putting his hands on her hips as a slow song started. His mind leaving the situation and going back to the place he was truly all ways happy. His thoughts. Not even caring that he had a beautiful woman in his arms. Because the only woman he wanted was the one he couldn't have. Angela.

WORDS: 601:
TAGS:: Ms. Angela!
OUTFIT:: Trent!! && Ms. Shiloh
LYRICS::
LOCATION:: Christmas ball
CREDITS:: me!

[nan]

It was the day of the Christmas ball, and Angela was not in a good mood. Particularly because she was being forced to attend it. In the past three years since the separation, she hadn't been social at all. Before that, she used to entertain guests. Being Trent's wife made it necessary for her to do so. Have you seen his family? It is so large that Angela could hardly remember who's who. Surely, someone or the other came to visit them. And Sometimes Trent was so impatient that he almost literally shoo-ed the guests, which made Angela chastise him. He used to feign a sadness in his face, and pout and tell her he did so because he just wanted them to be alone. Angela used to laugh, catching the mischievous glint in his eye, and say you just wanted to have your wicked ways with me. And that's what they did. They had been so much in love, that they could know what the other thought and felt. They had had a very strong relationship, until the veela came along.

Frowning, she woke from her bed, grateful that her son was still asleep. After she'd separated from Trent, and she had needed money, she had sold most of her dresses; because they had been so darned expensive, and she, well, was in need of money. She kept a very few of formal dresses and gowns with her, and they were definitely not white. Then it struck her, the only thing that she had which was remotely white, was her wedding gown. When she'd sold all her dresses, in a fit, she almost sold her wedding dress too. She had been so furious with herself, and Trent right then. Yet, she had refrained from doing so. She had to wear it for tonight. Again, she didn't want to go, leaving Aaron all alone, but she really had no other choice. The Daily Prophet had asked all the journalists, even the free-lance ones like her to cover the ball.

Soon, the day whizzed by, and it was time for her to start getting ready. Somehow, she had managed to find someone to look after Aaron while she was away working, trying to find a good story for her next article. From the attic, she sought the box in which she had kept her wedding gown. Before she wore it, she had to finish applying makeup, and doing her hair. She applied subtle make-up to accentuate her already pretty face, which once had not been that pretty. With the help of a friend, the same old lady, who was going to look after Aaron, her hair was in the form of an updo, with a few curly strands which rest on her right cheek. She stepped into her once upon a time wedding dress.

The lady was in awe, even her son looked at her with the pride a three year old could have. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, and was pleasantly surprised. It had been a while since she had really decked up. She wasn't expecting such a transformation. It was safe to surmise that she looked prettier than she had on her wedding day, although, her face lacked the radiance which she had donned that day. Her dress was silky smooth, made of satin of the ivory hue falling to the floor in the form of cascading layers. It was as though milk was hanging in the form of ripples, ending in a puddle on the floor. The soft folds of the dress resembled the delicate and dainty petals of a rose. It was a strapless gown, and there was a satin string tied at the back, which held the dress like a corset did. It highlighted her narrow waist, which hadn't been that narrow since she gave birth to Aaron, but was narrow enough. The dress accentuated her bust line, showing off a cleavage, which wasn't that deep that made her look like a wanton, but it made her seem like a lady. The dress came along with gloves, which she wore, and it reached upto her elbow. To go with the dress, she had her dazzling diamond danglers, which outshone every other thing around her. She immediately frowned, she was going to attract unwanted and untoward attention that night. Sighing she stepped into her white heels which weren't that long, but long enough to prevent her from tripping. Her dress had a train, and it was easier to trip, and since she had a history of being a klutz, she had to be careful while she walked. She glanced at the mirror again, this was how she had been at her wedding, except she had worn tiara and a veil, and a necklace too.

Before she left, Angela kissed Aaron's cheeks and told him to be a good boy, and not to trouble the poor lady. She knew if her son was in the mood for mischief, Catherine was going to have her hands full. She was greeted at the door by the photographer, who had agreed to be her date. Strictly speaking, it was just for work, besides it was more or less a couple event.. So when he had asked her, she had consented. He had even brought flowers for her, white roses at that, which were her favorite after lilies. She shrugged at the memory of how Trent used to woo her with flowers. And after they started dating, she used to take a flower from his bouquets, and adorn some part of hers with it, like a brooch, or in her hair, something. Without even thinking, she took a rose, and tucked it in her updo.

Her photographer was staring at her in wonder, with his jaws dropped. "I know you are pretty, but this pretty, I didn't know!" he said, making her chuckle. Like a knight, he kissed her glove-covered hand, and offered her his arm as they apparated to the site of the ball. The minute she stepped inside she felt the entire room watching her, and grew uncomfortable. She smiled as she walked in, not meaning to be haughty or rude. She just didn't like being the center of attention. Her eyes looked about, and it perfectly landed on her ex-husband, the smile on her face turning into a scowl, seeing him dance with the veela, who was the bane of her existence. What irked her even more was the dress she was wearing, and how she was clinging to her husband.

She knew she would see him here, but she still didn't like it. They had had so many memories of this ball. She had attended the ball with him a couple of times, and they were really unforgettable. She cut off the eye connection and asked her date to dance with her. She would forget Trent, was all she was chanting inside her head, while trying to calm down.

[The outfit - img.davidsbridal.com/db/f07_T9168.psd.xml&cmp-color=top,ECE8E7&ftr=5&cmp-end=1&wid=330&hei=460&cvt=jpg]

[khjohns2005]

We Can Make This Night Last forever!!

The slow song continued as he hands gripped onto Shiloh's waist. His fingers brushing across her butt lightly. Everything was going right at this moment. His thoughts where off of that witch he called an ex wife. All the good memories he had with her weren't even running in his mind right now as he felt the veela in his arms charm was consuming his body. One reason the dance was going to well right now. Until he saw her...

His eyes shot up from Shiloh's face and met the one woman he didn't want to see right now. Angela. She looked, amazing. Her face was radiant, and her.... His face turned to a scowl as he starred at the dress she was wearing. The dress he bought for her, for their wedding. His bottom lip quivered lightly as he kept his hands on her waist as they danced slowly. "That bitch." He said softly looking at Angela look away from him. "She is wearing that dress...That bitch."He repeated swirling Shiloh away and bringing her back close to him. "Whats wrong Noel?" Shiloh asked rubbing the back of his neck very softly. Not wanting to knw what was on his mind, but wanting him to be calm.

Shiloh quickly pushed up her veela charm letting it consume him even more. "Angela." He said looking over at her. Turning around so SHiloh could see what he was talking about. "Oh...She looks...good." She said softly. Trent couldn't help but roll his eyes. "She is wearing the dress! The dress I bought her for our wedding. Why is she wearing that??" He said shaking his head and looking down at the girl in his arms. She dind't know. She just shrugged pushing her charm even further on him. "Dont think about it Noel." She whispered lightly pressing her lips to his. He sighed and kissed her back. "I know. I know."He said.

His thoughts where so aggrivated right now. So upset. So pissed off. She was here, in that dress. It just brought back all the thoughts of their wedding day. Of the day that they became one. The best day of her life, but no. She was wearing it here. With some man he didnt know! What was up with that? Why was she here? WHy was she wearing that? Why? He just shook his head holding her body close to his.

See Shiloh knew what she was doing. She knew that an angry man was always easier to control. To get what she wanted out of. She just made sure to keep her charm up, and his eyes off of hers as she clung her body to his. Moving her hips very slowly as they danced around. See she didn't want him going all lovey dovey over Angela. She knew that if that happened. She was screwed. Because he was hard enough to control the first go around when Angela was involved, and if it went back to that she didn't know what would happen.

WORDS::
TAGS:: Ms. Angela!
OUTFIT:: Trent!! && Ms. Shiloh
NOTES:: sorry it sucks
LOCATION:: Christmas ball
CREDITS:: me!

[nan]

Angela couldn't help it, she'd sworn she wouldn't even sneak a glance at him, but she did, albeit not that openly. What she saw shocked her. Trent was dancing with Shiloh in the most provocative fashion. They seemed to be engaged in some conversation, and she kissed him, in front of everyone. Angela frowned. But what got to her was she saw Trent slipping his hand lower, and she jerked her gaze away from him, hurt, betrayed, angry.

She was angry that he had lied to her at the Ministry Atrium a month ago, saying he had loved her, while clearly he had moved on, if he was putting out with Shiloh, and didn't even care that he was in public. Something that reminded her of their own wedding. How Trent was playing with the silk ribbon that kept the entire gown in place, during their reception. She had slapped his hands away from her ribbon too many times, warning him that her gown might come off, if the knots loosen. Trent had just got this evil glint in his eyes, as he continued to toy with the ribbon. Even when they were consummating their marriage, he seemed to have been fixated with the silk ribbon. She closed her eyes, and tried to push all the memories back into some deep layer. She knew she was beautiful in that gown, infact it was the gown he had gifted her. She hadn't even gone for a fitting, and one day when she came home, she found it wrapped, and along with it, a parchment, in which Trent had asked her to elope with him, and get married right then. She had chuckled, and sent him an owl back, thanking him, and asked him to wait for just a few more weeks till they finally became one.

She hoped she would rub into his wounds by wearing this dress, it actually wasn't intentional. But now that he seemed to be rubbing on the fact that he had moved on, she was hoping this would irk him. It was after all something he had purchased. She once again glanced at the couple dancing further from her, and thought that Trent's mother would probably be ecstatic then. She had always wanted Trent to marry Shiloh, finally she was getting her wish. The sight of another woman with her husband was shattering her broken heart even more.

Angela stepped aside. Excusing herself, she gathered the few layers of her gown and lifted in daintily, as she walked in haste towards the bar. Angela might hate him, but she was not ready to see her husband kissing another woman, let alone that veela . She ordered a drink, and downed it, quickly. Angela drank rarely, and that had become an even more rare occasion ever since she had Aaron. Naturally, it wasn't going to go well with her. She was possibly going to do something that she would regret that night. But she couldn't help herself. She was still not over her husband, and it hurt. She was expected to write an article when she was seeing that bitch gyrating her husband in front of everyone? With another drink she decided that she would not let him affect her. She ordered one more drink and chugged it down her throat. She was starting to feel lightheaded, and a smile crept onto her face. If he could show-off his girlfriend, then she could do anything. She coyly stepped aside from the bar, her head swirling, waiting for a minute till her vision became a little more clear. She almost stumbled, when someone caught hold of her by her waist. Flashing a smile at him, she huskily asked him to join her in the dance floor. The said guy, needing no other invitation from such a beautiful lady, promptly led her to the dance floor.

Angela always loved dancing, and being a little tipsy(which wasn't true, she was more or less drunk); she had loosened up, and was dancing freely, with no inhibitions, not caring about her husband and his girlfriend a few feet away. The song changed into something slow, and she stepped closer, hugging the handsome stranger, and let him place his hands on her waist, as they swayed to the tune.

[khjohns2005]

We Can Make This Night Last forever!!

Holding Shiloh's body close to his, out of habit of when he danced, he couldn't help but to look up to see what his wife, still technically, but in both of their eyes ex wife was doing. Taking his eyes over to where she had been standing he hadn't found her. That automatically worried him. Yeah he was mad. He was pissed at her for all she said to him, but he still had a protective side over her. A protective jealous side. Letting his eyes swarm o ver every face in the room he finally found her. Sitting at the bar. oh lord. She was drinking. She had never been a very heavy drinker. Not since he had known her at least.

As Trent's green eyes stayed on her back he eyed the rose in her hair, and then the ribbon on her back of the dress. Oh how he had memories from that ribbon. Of the day they got married, to the night of their honey moon, well if you want to call going to a house away from everyone a honeymoon. He could remember how he stood their in front of everyone fiddling with that ribbon just imagining what would happen if he just pulled it a little harder letting the dress fall off. He would enjoy it alot, but he would never put her threw that embarrassment, seeing that he didn't know what she was earing under that dress. Even though the dress, and that pretty silk ribbon made it threw their wedding ceremony it didn't last long after that. Time the two got home, he swept her off her feet carrying her to the bedroom. Trent had always been a little hot blooded, defiantly when it came to her. Laying her back he tugged just hard enough on that ribbon pulling the whole dress off. Man how that was the highlight of his day.

Hearing snapping fingers in front of his face he looked down to Shiloh who was starring up at him with a blank expression. "Eh what are you thinking about?" She asked seeing him starring out into space, seeing that Angela had already moved away from the bar and into the arms of another man. Trent just shook his head bringing his fingers away form her butt and loosely gripping her waist now. Those thoughts still clouding his mind. "Nothing. Just thinking." He said softly. Even though he was here with a beautiful girl, he wasn't satisfied. This was just what his parents wanted. Him and Angela to hate each other, and him to be with Shiloh. oh how that would make his parents so happy. He knew it wouldn't never work between the two. Him and Shiloh I mean, but that doesn't mean his parent's stopped trying for one lousy second. Feeling Shiloh rub that sensitive spot on the back of his neck sending a chill down his back made him think about his ex wife even more. Seeing that she discovered that little spot of his. Shaking his head he looked down at Shiloh and smiled, a fake smile of course, but she couldn't tell the difference. "Trent are you thinking of that bitch again?" She asked with a smirk. Trying to wrap her charm around him but failing miserably. "No."He lied breaking his eyes off of her and looking up at the slightly drunk Angela with some other guy.

His bottom lip turned to a snarl as he watched that man hold his wife up against his body. His hands on her hips, his fingers brushing across that same ribbon. This was killing him. Shaking his head he watched as the man slid his hand even further down his wifes backside. That was about it. Yeah that jealous anger kicking in. He couldn't even help these feelings right now. Dropping his arms from around Shiloh he pushed her away from him walking over to the couple across the dance floor.

Approaching them he put his hand on the mans shoulder pulling him away. "I think thats enough. I will take it from here." He threw the man an evil look and he didn't protest. He just left. Trent turned looking at his wife. She was drunk, or a little at least. "Angela."He said simply.

WORDS:: 726
TAGS:: Ms. Angela!
OUTFIT:: Trent!! && Ms. Shiloh
NOTES:: sorry it took so so long, and i kinda had no muse without them talking so i went ahead.
LOCATION:: Christmas ball
CREDITS:: me!

[nan]

Angela had a strong feeling that someone was watching her, and she had a pretty good idea who it was. She could feel his eyes on her back, and it was making her uncomfortable. She did her best to ignore it, and not turn about and catch him in the act. She knew he was still dancing with Shiloh, their bodies touching each other. She would ignore him, yes, that's what she would do.

When the stranger caught her, as she was about to fall, she seized the opportunity to force herself to move on as well. If Trent could do it, she could too. She would start from this stranger. As the song change to a slow one, she ushered him to place his hands on her waist. As they danced along with the soft music, Angela couldn't help but look at Trent. And this time, she caught him looking at her. She immediately looked away and focussed on the handsome stranger, who had now started to flirt with her. Angela being drunk, flirted back, and she giggled many a times. The stranger had also expressed his fondness for the satin ribbon behind her back. She chuckled girlishly, and remarked that that's what it was for, to fool around with.

Her mind, although had wavered back again to her wedding, and Trent playing with the ribbon again. She hoped that he would remember the time he had played with the ribbon, and just as all the relatives had begun to disappear, he had begun to grow even more impatient. He had swept her off her feet, literally, and taken to his room. The gown was the first to go. Following that was a wonderful love making session. Angela and Trent never got enough of each other, and took every opportunity to renew their love. So, when she saw him dance with Shiloh, and her hand had brushed a very erogenous spot on the back of his neck, the one she had discovered, she had a feeling they were intimate. Oh how her in-laws would love it that the betrothal was finally taking its course. She remembered of the time when she had found out that she was pregnant, and she had gone back, to tell him the news herself. But when she'd apparated just outside his room, and was about to knock and enter, she had heard Shiloh's giggles. Instantly she made up her mind, that she was never returning back, and she was never giving Trent, or any of his family a chance to humiliate her ever again.

Her attention snapped back as she felt the stranger's hands trailing downwards. Even though she had vowed that she would move on, forget Trent, but she wasn't ready to take that big a step yet. She was about to place his hands back on her lean waist, when his hands left her body altogether. She frowned, wondering why did he do so. And found herself face to face with her ex-husband. He had taken the stranger's place, and it was his hands on her waist, and it was sending waves of electricity through her body. She couldn't help but compare his touch and the stranger's, and how different they were, how they induced different feelings in her. She didn't even feel remotely the way she did when anyone other than Trent touched her, then how on earth was she going to get over him? Why did she have to run into him again? She had been doing so wonderful, as she was always occupied with worrying about her job, and Aaron, that she did not have time to think about Trent and what if's.

She'd forced herself to go on, and devote her entire time, and love only to her son. After all, he was a part of Trent, so she couldn't completely forget her ex-husband, or well, husband. Their separation wasn't official yet, meaning they hadn't put it on a parchment yet. She gazed into her husband's mesmerizing green eyes, as he just spoke her name aloud. She let a sigh, and replied as succinctly as he had, "Trent." They stood like that for a few minutes, she not knowing what to tell him, and not knowing how she felt about him. Her hands automatically went around his neck, as they started to move along with the romantic song that was being played. It was she who broke the contact, and looked over his shoulder. Giggling, she told Trent in a drunken slur, "Your girlfriend is glaring at you, oh wait, she's shooting daggers at me.." She paused to chuckle, and then as if giving a running commentary, "And now she's leaving, oh no, don't you want to stop her?" She looked back at her husband, the anger now evident in her eyes, as she caustically repeated, "Don't you want to stop her?" She had tried not to get angry, but as she was drunk, she had very less control over herself.

[khjohns2005]

We Can Make This Night Last forever!!

Trent never cared about Shiloh. Not when he was in school. Not before hew as in school. Never. He had always looked at the girl as a friend and nothing more. Yes she had tried to win him over numerous times but never did it work. Trent also knew it never would work. Yes he tried to get over his wife numerous times Some included her, but well nothing serious ever came from it. He never once even slept with the girl which was saying alot if you knew Trent because he was about as hotblooded as you can get. Yeah he has kissed her a few times but that meant nothing to him. He felt nothing from that. From that little peck on the lips that Shiloh liked to give him, again nothing ever would come from it, and quiet frankly Trent wasn't angry at all about it. He didn't need some veela in his life...

As he stood there listening to his wife say that his 'girlfriend was leaving he just shrugged. He could care less if she left. She was just someone to be there with. Someone to hold on his arms as he saw all of his parents friends. He knew if he didn't bring Shiloh to this dance he would never hear the end of it from his mom and dad. Never in a million years. One of the reasons he brought her, plus he wasn't expecting to see his wife here. Not In a million years was he expecting that but hey it happened, and there was n going back now. Looking over his shoulder at Shiloh as she rolled her eyes and walked out he knew that his parents where going to yell and fuss when he got home. Damn how he dreaded that, but he couldn't let go of the woman in his arms now. For a few reasons.

One being that she was drunk and he knew that any other man in here would probably take advantage of her and he didn't want that.Not in a million years. He was very angry at the woman standing with her arms around his neck but that didn't mean he didn't care for her. He could never stop caring for her. Angela Hastings was his first true love, and most likely the only one he would ever have because he believed that everyone on this earth had one soul mate, and well to him, even though he was pissed Angela Hastings was his.

Nodding he turned his eyes down to hers. She was angry and he could tell. Yeah it was written all over her face. Sighing he moved his hands a little tighter on her waist pulling her up against him. A smug smile on his face as he leaned a little closer to her as they swayed to the music. "She isn't my girlfriend Angela. She just came with me." He said twirling her around before bringing her back in. Yeah Trent Noel Lott was an excellent dancer. Always had been, defiantly when it had been with her. Looking back down into the girls eyes he could tell she was angry and hurt at what she had seen tonight. And that killed him. He didn't care how angry he was at her...Never would he like to see her in pain. Biting down on his lip slightly he closed his eyes before regaining control of his mind. "And i do not want to stop her. She can leave for all I care."

Looking back over his shoulder one last time to see her leave he smirked before looking back down at the woman in his hands. He could remember times Shiloh had came over to his house and tried to flirt with him. Definitely times right after they separated. She would throw on that charm of hers, get all giggly and try to gt him to sleep with her. Each time it ended it up the same way he kicked her out telling her never to come back. It was hard to tell a veela to leave but some how the separation of Trent and his wife gave him that straight to keep her away. The strength that he needed to tell a full blooded veela to leave him the hell alone. The same thing went for tonight. Shiloh was trying her hardest to get him wrapped around her finger but none of it was working. See Trent's heart truthfully belonged to someone else. Even if that someone didn't know it. And veela's charm doesn't work on true love apparently. It was one reason she tried to get him to sleep with her. If you ever sleep with a veela you can't resist their charm from then on, but Trent would never got that far. Never would he dream of it.

Shaking his head slightly Trent pulled himself back in to reality. The reality when he was dancing with his angry ex,well sorta ex wife. Moving with her he kept his eyes locked on hers trying to see if he could see what she was thinking. God how he longed to know what was on that mind of hers. They use to could read each other like an open book, defiantly when the two where drunk. He could still see things by her face.Different expressions and feelings but he wouldn't pride any further. See every since his encounter with her for the first time in three years she has been stuck on his mind. Something he can't get rid of, something didn't want to get rid of, but at the same time his heart has ached so much since that encounter. Sometimes he wished he could take it back just where he could save both of them the pain for it. But it happened and he knew there was no going back.

As his thoughts roamed around yet again he focused on the rose in her hair. He remembered sending her flowers in the past. Nearly every day. Smiling he took one of his hands making a small lilies appear. Behind her back he thought about if he should give it too her. Shaking his head he closed his hand making it disappear.Not now at least.. He couldn't do that when she was drunk.Or could he. Reopening his hand the lily appeared and he took his hand back to the front of her. "I believe these are your favorite?" he asked with a soft tone. Not wanting to piss her off anymore.

WORDS:: one thousand one hundred fourteen
TAGS:: Ms. Angela!
OUTFIT:: Trent!!
NOTES:: guess who’s muse is back!
LOCATION:: Christmas ball
CREDITS:: me!

[nan]

Angela never felt more humiliated, and hurt in her life. She was angry, bitter, and drunk. Her ex-husband, Trent Lott, had come with another woman in his arms. She had seen them kissing, just a few minutes ago, and she had seen them kissing the day their marriage ended in her eyes. She'd seen his hands on her waist, and seen how he touched her. The touch had been intimate, she knew, for she had been touched by him before. She had been intimate with him, like no other, that was obvious, since she was his wife - ex-wife. Both of them couldn't get enough of each other when they were married. Aaron was the product of their intimacy, and well, Trent didn't know that, he didn't have to know that. Aaron was her son, and she would never share him with Trent, or his family.

Mainly, it was his family, Angela could never bear. They treated her like she was some scum, and lowly person. She'd felt like how she had felt with her parents, they had always treated her like she was some filthy, below dignity person. And it had hurt, their rejection had hurt. She had worked so hard to get them to accept her, for Trent's sake. She knew he was a momma's boy, she had tried not to get in the way of their relationship. Yet, her mother-in-law believed that she had, and that she had worked some magic on Trent, possibly used some love potion on him. She had wanted Shiloh as her daughter in law, and never liked Angela. She had told that to Angela every time, which had raised her insecurities to a new level. Finding her husband with his ex-fiancee, hadn't helped, not at all.

But, what really bothered her was Trent was lying on her face, that he didn't care about Shiloh. If he didn't, then why the hell did he kiss her? That too, everytime she was around, to rub it on her face. Why did he have to kiss her? To tell her that she wasn't enough for him, that she never stood a chance against that veela? When she'd seen his hands on Shiloh's butt, she had lost it. She'd gotten herself drunk, which was something she never did. And now her ex-husband says he doesn't care if that veela left, and she was not his girlfriend?

Glaring, she barked, "You expect me to believe that?! After all that you've put me through, you expect me to believe that." She hadn't want to bark, she would have preferred to ignore him, dance that round with him, and then get out of that place. But then, she was drunk, and had no real control over herself. His tight grip on her waist ensured that she wouldn't run away. Which she would have, because she was never good at confrontations. She'd rather run from them, than face it. It just went on to show how much he knew her.

Trent did know her pretty well, in the short time that they were together, they knew each other in and out. Angela had always felt a strange and strong connection towards Trent. That was why it had been difficult for her to reject his advances initially, but he was persistent, and ever-so-charming, that she had given in. She had decided to give him a chance, probe that inexplainable attraction between them. It had resulted in her getting hitched. And when she'd seen him kiss Shiloh, it had also resulted in her heart break.

She moved around with him, and as the music changed, they danced, as he twirled her around, and brought her in, and then dipped her. They weren't conversing at all, it was just their eyes met, and she recollected all the dates she had with him. Many of them involved dancing, as they'd found out, they both really loved dancing, and were extremely good at that. She almost smiled at him, as she remembered back then, he would insist on going on dates, everyday, just because he couldn't bear to be separated from her. Now? They were separated for more time than they were together.

The anger, the hurt, the jealousy, she poured out in their dancing. Soon, people had their eyes on them, because they could see the passion in their dance. As the music changed, she stepped in closer, involuntarily, inhaling his scent, it was something that still drove her crazy. She felt something on her back, but she thought better than turning around and seeing it. Then he brought it to her face. Lilies. They were her favorite. When he was courting her, he'd send her flowers everyday, usually lilies, or lilies with other beautiful flowers. When she saw the bouquet in his hand, her eyes widened. She almost smiled, once again. But she remembered, flowers were his way of bribing. Back then, she didn't mind, she loved spending her time with Trent, rather she had always wanted to be with Trent. But now, she just got even more angry, more furious, that he thought he could warm himself into her life once again by giving her flowers. She forced a polite smile, and accepted the bouquet graciously. Gritting her teeth, she mumbled, "You believed wrong Trent. After all the time I was with you, you still didn't get it right. Shows how much you loved me." The next instant, she'd flicked her hand, and the lilies were being showered on the dance floor. She looked at the lilies strewn everywhere at the dance floor, and then back at him, angry, but she knew he'd be furious too. After all even if she didn't want to cause that much of a scene, she had humiliated him, and Trent had a massive ego.

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Trent would never lie to the girl standing in front him, saying that he never really did lie to her. Take that back, when he first met her he did lie about his background. He never told the muggle born that his parents where death eaters, he knew that would freak her out just like it did numerous other girls. He didn’t tell her about the fact that he was to follow in their footsteps, even though he never did follow in their footsteps. He took his own path becoming a Magical Law Enforcers, for her. He would have never gone into the ministry if it wasn’t for Angela, she changed him.

Shaking his head as she called him a liar he tried to brush it off his shoulder, but he was Trent Lott, he couldn’t do that. "Angela, I am not fucking" he got quiet saying that word, “Lying to you. Shiloh isn’t my girlfriend. I have never even slept with the girl. She has a boyfriend, well I think he is herbusy tonight and neither of us had a date so I came with her. I don’t know why she kissed me, but you know me better than anyone, I can’t resist kissing someone back.” Biting his lip that reminded him of something. “But I didn’t kiss her back the first time you ever saw that girl with me. She was on me and I couldn’t stop her.” He whispered twirling her around yet again.

He could tell people where starring at them. Envying the two as they danced so passionately and so well together. Their chemistries matched. Every since they first met he knew that she was the only one for him. Yeah he loved the girl, but he knew he probably lost her all those years ago. Pulling her close yet again he dipped her down picking her back up to her feet before twirling in a small circle before he smiled and just swayed side to side for a moment.

Starring down at the girl he couldn’t help but smile, but that smile quickly faded as he stood their dancing with her. His thoughts going back to the days he had to argue with his mother over her. Trying to prove her worth. Trying to let her know that Angela was the one for him. He wanted that girl and he wanted his mother to love her too. Just as much as he did. Even though Trent tried and tried his mother never eased up. She just started to ignore the fact that Angela was around. Not even talking to her when she was in the same room. She talked to Trent, because well Trent and his mother where always close. He was the eldest child, therefore his mother’s favorite. But even though he was his mother’s favorite she didn’t give a shit about Angela. She was a muggle born and well death eaters forever and always hated muggle born.

Trent did have a few people in his life who didn’t completely despise Angela. Astoria, his mother’s dear friend, and basically an aunt to him, and his little sister Harmony, who was also the closet of his siblings to him seeing that they are so much alike. They both where understanding about their marriage, and as best of his knowledge his little sister actually liked Angela, as well as Astoria.

His thoughts where quickly snapped back into reality when he heard her speak of the flowers he tried handing her. Telling him that they weren’t her favorite, what a pile of bull crap that was. He was married for her, and dated her for over two years. He sent her lilies almost every day and she loved them. She was the one lying now and how Trent would love to point that out. “Angie dearest.” He smirked slightly at that, “who is the liar now? I know those are your favorite. They have been your favorite since you where a little girl.” Right as his words ended he saw the flowers thrown all over the floor. His eye brows rose and his face turned red. She just went too far in his book. Grabbing her arm lightly he tugged her out of the ball room and into a room in the back, well a hallway. “Angela what’s your freaking problem?! I am just trying to be nice. I didn’t even hit on you like I could have. I fucking stopped that perv from rubbing all on you and this is how you treat me...That’s…that’s just freaking great.” He said taking her arm and pulling her slightly closer to him. “I know I screwed up. I know I hurt you, but I didn’t mean too. Not at all.” Right at that someone walked out of a bathroom starring at the two. Shaking his head he didn’t even process the thought before he had appearated to his home, his room to be exact. His temper was flaming and he knew this wasn’t going to end well. Shaking his head he let go of her arm. “I can’t stand people starring.” He said as he flicked his fingers making a glass of whiskey appear in his hands. He chugged that quickly before looking at her. “You know something. I still find that kind of shitty how you are acting Angela.”

[nan]

In the three years that Angela had been with Trent, he had never ever dared to be dishonest with her. Except for that one time, when he'd hidden the fact that he belonged to a family of death eaters. And when she'd come to know, it had led to a huge tiff between them. Had she known that tiny fact before they were married, she would have never even agreed for going out on a date with him. When she had finally come to know that, she had lost her temper. No wonder Trent's family members didn't approve of her. She was a muggleborn, everything they were against. As far as Angela was concerned, she was strictly against death eaters, or anything purely evil. On discovering the truth, she had lashed out on Trent. She had asked him, when he would have revealed that fact to her, after killing her cold-bloodedly? Both she, and Trent, had been fuming at each other, but in the end, she had broken down, saying that she could never imagine Trent as the bad guy, killing the poor innocents, just because their blood wasn't pure. That night, the passion that they had shared reached new heights. If she wasn't wrong, it was the night Aaron had been conceived. It was one of the turning points of their lives.

Right then, Angela couldn't make up her mind whether he was lying or not. The only thing she could trust was her eyesight. The fact that Shiloh had been his fiancee, and also the fact that she was a veela didn't help Trent's case; as all it did was elevate Angela's insecurities. How could she not believe what she saw? She saw them both kissing, and that too kissing fervently. It had been like a dagger had pierced through her heart. The first time she saw them kissing, it had marked the end of their marriage. Even though, she wasn't particularly fond of Trent, she just couldn't bear to see her husband, ex-husband, whatever, kissing someone else.

What was it that Trent had said? She had a boyfriend, and he'd just accompanied her. She retorted sharply, "If she had a boyfriend, Trent, you both wouldn't have looked like two monkeys who can't keep their hands off each other!" Her pupils were already dilated, and his next few sentences made her eyes widen even more. She knew how much he loved kissing; although when they were married she preferred to have thought that he loved kissing her and only her. She let an involuntary gasp, "How many have you kissed, in that way? How many?" Her hands ached to grab the collar of his crispy white shirt, but they were dancing, and dancing was something she and Trent both loved to do. She twirled around, and he then yanked her close to him. They were now in close proximity to each other. She didn't know about Trent, but she could remember all those times when they'd danced, and the outcome of their passionate dancing. Before marriage, their dancing together had ended up in him proclaiming her love for her, and he would just try to charm his way to her bed. Needless to say, it never worked, because Angela was that sort of person, who'd wanted to give her virtue up only to her husband. After marriage, their dancing had, ALWAYS, ended up in bed. But, she was not ready for the strong emotions that she was feeling at him being so close to her. The images of them together flashed in her mind. She sighed, wondering what it was about Trent that weakened all her resolves, what made her forget everything in the world. "How many women have you kissed back, Trent? How many were there, when we were married?"

Angela wasn't actually making sense, she had a vague realisation of that. But she was drunk, she needn't make sense. One minute they were dancing, the other he was handing her flowers, and the next minute they were lying strewn on the dance floor. She sensed his fury before she saw him turn red. The minute those words left her mouth, she was aware that she'd overstepped her bounds. She also knew that Trent would know that she'd been lying. Of course lilies had been her favorite, and of course he knew it. She only loved five flowers in her life, lilies, daffodils, daisies, chrysanthemums and dandelions. Trent had showered her with flowers the time they were dating, and also when they had been married. He had caught her lie, but she hadn't meant it that way, it just slipped out of her mouth.

Angela had tried to give up everything that reminded her of Trent after they were separated. Unfortunately for her, it involved almost everything that her life depended upon. It took time, but she slowly did change her habits, and all those things that reminded her of Trent. Although, it was tempting to go back; to go back to him, to go back to the happy life they'd led. It won't be the same, she had a feeling, because for her to trust him again, it would take a very long time.

Moreover, she flinched at the usage of the term, 'Angie dearest.' It sent warning signals to her already intoxicated brain. Trent never used the words, Angie dearest, that too laced with such acid in his voice. If he was that sarcastic, he was that furious. In the entire tenure that they were together, the terms of endearment that he'd used was 'Ang', 'El', or 'Viv', abbreviations of her first name and all her middle names. At times, at the throe of passion, he used her full name. But Angie dearest?; never.

Yet, she scoffed, not wanting him to see how much he affected her. "What I meant is, Trent, they are not my favorite flowers the day you ended our marriage." Before she could realise, he had dragged her towards a private corner, as people had started to stare at them. Then, he'd lashed out at her. "My problem?" replied she, angrily, "Trent, what is my problem? My problem is YOU!" She spat. "YOU! Why did you have to come back into my life when I'd got over you, forgotten you?! Why did you have to turn my entire life upside down?! I didn't ask you to do anything! Whatever I do with anyone is my wish. IF I wanted to sleep with him, I would. What right do you have to interfere?" Alcohol had loosened her tongue, and once the words started slurring out of her, she couldn't stop. His hands were gripping her arms tightly in anger, and she abruptly stopped as she followed his eyesight. Someone had stepped out of the bathroom and were staring at them.

Trent got exasperated, and grabbed her, as he apparated to a place that she never set her eyes before on.

[nan]

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