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Title: Forsaken
Disclaimer: I own nothing Roswell, I don't own the movie this fic was inspired from either. I may invent characters of my own imagination.
Author: Hunter
Summary: When Liz Parker is made maid of honor to a old friend’s wedding, it spells out disaster for her since her ex will be there with a new woman, so to make him jealous of her, she hires an escort. But her ex seems to have tricks up his own sleeves for her....
Rating: Adult
Pairing: M/L
Author’s note: I was inspired by this movie Aap Ki Khatir (I love that film!) but this story is going to be slightly different to the film’s plot. And I was going to wait till next year to post this fic, But I can’t wait anymore. Hope you guys enjoy this! I'm writing this both in Liz and Max's POV.
To have a look at the other banner, here it is. Forsaken Banner 2
Also for those of you who have read something similar, I'll have you know this is a slightly different storyline. Thanks Ping for pming me about this.
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Chpt one
Max’s POV
I lift up the beer can and tilt the contents in my mouth. Every Friday nights, we had drunk ourselves crazy, we used to call it blowing off steam. But now, it’s become more of a routine.
I look at the red head lying besides me in the bed. Her straight red strands were now rough curls….of the many rounds of banging that took place last night. Miss Fire Vixen she calls herself, claims to be inexperienced. But last night was something else.
You may think she’s one of my bitches. That I grab some slut from a bar and follow her back to her place and fuck her brains out. The thing is, as much as it seems that way…it’s not.
I got paid for fucking her. I wasn’t some rent boy that took two dollars every minute.
It’s class. All class.
I wish I could revel in being a player and flaunt it but I can’t. It’s something I was made ashamed off. But as long as they paid the bills it was fine.
I take the last swig of the beer and throw it in the trash can. The noise wakes her up. Can’t say I care.
“Hmmm.” She purrs. “Sean…”
Sean?
She didn’t mention a Sean last night. I throw the sheets back off me and get out. She turns around and gasps. “Well hello there babe.” She purrs again and I think she’s overdoing it.
I pull on my pants over my boxers and pick up the rest of my discarded clothes littered on her floor. “Whose Sean?”. I casually, ask, throwing on my shirt.
“My fucking husband.” She groaned. “And this is our house.”
Great. We fucked in their house. On their marriage bed.
When I said nothing, she apologised.
“Don’t.” I told her, putting my socks on.
“I should have told you before that I was married.” She chatters on.
“Well, last night was great.” I said, putting my shoes on and taking my blazer in my hand. I feel the wad of cash in them pockets. I’m definitely satisfied. “Bye.”
When I leave her place, I am relieved. The last thing I needed was to confront a confused husband to why I fucked his wife in their house.
Fire Vixen was last night’s news and I never agreed to fuck the same woman after a night.
Night after night, woman after woman, money kept pouring in.
This was my life.
I, Max Evans…was an Escort.
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Song used – The Way I Are by Timbaland ft Keri Hilson
Liz’s POV
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Remember the time baby
Yeah, yeah
Swaying my hips sideward’s with a bottle of WKD in one hand, I let myself get loose and lost within the beats of one of my favourite tracks. I loved to dance. Boy I did.
Every night, I would seize the opportunity to go out and have a great night. My favourite club was The Streets. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a low class sleazy modern day brothel where it’s easy to catch diseases with a single touch. This is club for people like me, people with money.
I ain't got no money
I ain't got no car to take you on a date
I can't even buy you flowers
But together we could be the perfect soulmates
Talk to me girl
I’m fully loaded and I feel like dancing the night away. The guy I’m dancing with, I can’t even remember where I’ve met him turns me around to face him as we danced together. “Yeah baby, just like that.” He grinned.
I grin back at him. There was no way he was calling the shots.
Oh
Baby, it's alright now
You ain't gotta flaunt for me
If we go touch
You can still touch my love, it's free
We can work without the perks just you and me
Thug it out til' we get it right
I took a swig of my drink, slowly down a little as he took hold of my hips. Damn, someone was desperate tonight.
Baby if you strip, you can get a tip
'Cause I like you just the way you are
I'm about to strip and I'm well equipped
Can you handle me the way I'm are?
Gulping all my drink down, I wrapped my arms around this guy’s shoulders and danced with him. Letting him have a little bit of control...but only for a while.
You know
Baby girl, I don't got a huge ol' house,
I rent a room in a house
When I decide his time his up, I push his hands off my hips and grab his tie. “You know there’s nothing sexier then a man in a tux?”. I purred and he looked surprised, when I put the empty bottle in his hand. “Be a gentleman and dispose of that will ya?”.
Listen baby girl
I ain't got a motorboat,
But I can float your boat
I could have spent all night dancing with him but I could tell this guy only wanted one thing. He was a prick dressed in a tux. I wanted no more. I’m not a prude but I am most definitely not someone who goes around fucking people. I love parties, I love dance and I’ll admit. Sex is addictive. But this dude is not getting in my pants tonight or ever for that matter.
Besides, he was a married man and I didn’t want to be the other chick. I knew how it felt to be betrayed. He looks at me incredulously as I back away and leave him standing on his own on the dance floor
I made my way towards the bar to cool down. Everything was crazy right now.
The bartender comes up to me with a phone. “It’s your call.” He tells me.
I was a regular customer here and everyone pretty much knew me and plus the benefit of being the daughter of a rich couple was promising. I take the cell phone out of his hands and look at the caller ID.
I’m puzzled by who it is. “Give me five minutes Guy.” I told the bartender and started making my way towards the exit.
Once I was outside, I called back and tried to block out the blasting sounds from the thick walls of the club by placing a hand near my mouth and the mouth. “Lo?”.
When I was done talking, I swear the colour drained from my face.
“Holy fucking crap.”
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“What the fuck!”. My jaw drops open as I read the invitation. I cannot believe it. Hell, I could not believe this.
There in silver fancy calligraphy it read “Dear Elizabeth Parker, you are cordially invited to attend the solemnisation of Catherine Dane and Egbert Warner.
The rest is just a blur. I haven’t heard from Cathy in ages. Now she sends me an invitation to her wedding. This was going to be difficult. I am not usually a drama queen but Cathy was no ordinary friend. She was the one who got me hooked with her boyfriend’s brother, Marcus. Fuck. The bastard who tore my heart to pieces was obviously going to be there.
Didn’t she know how much I would be hurt on seeing him again?
The man who I was ready to get hitched too, the man who I would let put the ring on my finger was going to be present and plus, he would bring his new girlfriend there. Ava Quinton. Damn, I would be so crushed.
I sigh and fall onto my bed, running a hand through my hair as it falls in soft waves across my shoulders.
Last night I could barely get sleep when she called me, asking me to be her Maid of fucking honor. So I couldn’t dodge the damn invitation and pull a sickie since I foolishly agreed to be her Maid of honor.
Life was so unfair. Just when I thought I would be rid of Marcus forever, he’s being shoved into my face and with some ho on his arm.
Marcus was the first ever guy who I enjoyed being with. He was handsome, rich, kind until he dumped me. And for some red head blue eyed Mary Jane Watson who needed to recover from being a air headed bitch.
All these pent up emotions drive me crazy as I clutch the sheets in his hands. Pressing so tight I could let white blisters on my soft skin.
“Liz?”. Uncle Kal knocks on the door.
“Come in.” I sigh, rolling back up again and drawing my knees to my chest.
He walks in and looks at me. “I heard you were invited to the wedding.”
The Wedding. The Surname didn’t have to be used. I knew which one he was talking about. I’ve been so many wedding in my life I could write a book or two about it.
But this one, will be a life changing experience for me. I had a feeling.
“Yeah. And I’m the Maid of Honor too.” I shrugged.
Kal pauses. “Just ignore him Liz.” He finally tells me. “You’ll be okay.”
He leaves.
Normally I could talk to Uncle Kal just about anything. But the topic of my ex boyfriend was something we both never agreed on and remained discreet. He despised him for some reason and never liked him while we were dating. I think I could see why.
But I don’t know if I’ll be able to ignore Marcus at all.
I had no idea what to do.
No idea whatsoever.
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Should I continue? lol

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