-LINA'S POV-

"So to my beautiful daughter, my wonderful grandchild and my new son-in law, congratulations!" The speech ends, with my old step-mum raising her champagne glass in the air.

Everyone cheers; mimicking the gesture as we stand. Rhiannon's eyes light up, hugging her mum. It's been her dream since she was a little kid, this life. I'm so happy for her, I can't begin to explain it.

Finally, the speeches are over, I think.

That means its time for the dancing.

Rhiannon and Brandon smile, walking into the middle of the dance floor, mindless as their eyes only notice each other.

Thinking out loud plays by Ed Sheeran, the first minute owned by the newly-wed, until Sin grabs my arm.

"You know now's the time to intervene. They didn't want everyone staring." He whispers, delicately pulling me into his arms.

We step into the dance floor, Rhiannon mouthing us a thank you.

Sin has one hand on my lower back, the other clasping mine. My left hand rests on his shoulder, my face looking at our feet.

"I must say, you look absolutely stunning. That dress is ravishing- I love the silk red ruche." He whispers, putting on a mock upper-class accent.

I roll my eyes, loosening my grip on his hand slightly. "Don't. Don't do the whole complimenting thing. You made it clear you weren't interested."

"Did I?" He says, slightly amused, "because I recall saying I'd deal with it after the wedding."

"Yeah, well it's after the wedding and you're still being a mindfuck, so clearly that was bullshit." I hiss, attempting to turn away from him.

Elegantly, he grabs my hand and spins me round, pulling me in close to him. "Now, little red, you aren't going to ruin this beautiful moment for your best friend, are you?"

"I don't know, Sin. You heavily implied that's what I do, so maybe I'll stick to your image."I kiss him on the cheek, before storming off the dance floor.

He's an asshole. He's a mindfuck. He's a dick. He's so confusing, he stresses me out so much.

I need a drink.

After a few glasses of champagne, well, a few bottles of champagne, I find any anger dissolving. Champagne is disgusting, a vile drink, but it does the job.

Arianna sits with me, as we people-watch. She tells me about America, about this girl she's been seeing from her work. She says she thinks its serious, that she really likes her. That it made her realise every meaningless sexual encounter she's had in the past is exactly that; meaningless.

I sit there comfortably, my head slightly buzzing. I'm not drunk, just tipsy. I watch Rhiannon and Brandon laugh, cheer and discuss with their guests.

I've never seen her look any happier.

"And what are you two beautiful girls doing sat down? Arianna, my American friend, would you like to join me on the dance floor?" Jagger bows, grinning from ear to ear.

She takes his hand, the two of them bowing at me. "Au revoir, my lady."

They are definitely up to something. I watch them run off, giggling, joining Brandon and Rhiannon.

"It's lovely, isn't it? Having us all back together again." Sin says, sitting beside me.

I sigh. "Why do you always seem to pop up? I don't- I don't want your near me."

"Now, now, Catalina. We all know that's a lie. Are you drunk?"

"Maybe a little bit tipsy." I defend.

He rolls his eyes. "You're fucking pissed, you can hear it in your voice."

"Yeah, pissed off at you," I tap his chest, despite my vision being blurry, "for being an absolute dick."

"Ouch, that one hurt. You need some water, Lina." He tells me, his eyes turning from playful to serious.

I shake my head. "What happened to the fun Sin? I miss him. This old one's a boring prick."

"That'a shame. Now, I'm taking you to the lift and we are going to your room. I'm presuming you have your key?" He raises an eyebrow.

I sigh, standing up slightly wobbly. "I'm fine, Sin, my body just still isn't used to drinking."

"That's a shame. You're going to your room and sobering up. Now." He adds, grabbing my hand and dragging me out the room.

When we get to the lift, I attempt a last minute attempt, which causes him to pull me into the closed space. He doesn't move his hands on my waist and I laugh, grinning at him.

"Does somebody want a kiss? Or should I say another one?"

"You're drunk." He shakes his head.

I smile. "And you're an idiot. I think you are just scared of this."

"Oh really? I'm the scared one?" He raises an eyebrow.

I nod. "Well, you're the one who seems to run away every-time now."

"Sorry, did I steal your thing?"

Ouch.

We stand in silence for the rest of the journey to my hotel room. Rhiannon and Brandon have the penthouse suite, with maid of honour, best man, groomsmen, bridemaids etc on the floor below, then all the normal guests scattered underneath. It's not mandatory to stay here; but who wouldn't? It's equally a stunning venue, a five-star one at that. Anyone right in the head would happily accept the offer to stay here.

I already feel slightly more sober but it's no use, Sin wouldn't believe me. My head's slightly dizzy and another edge of confidence has developed, but I'm completely in control.

I watch him as he watches me. He leans beside the buttons, his eyes casually glancing my way- when he thinks I'm not looking. He looks fatigued, stressed, confused. He also looks fucking fit, in his suit and tie, his hair grown out and darker again.

"Come on then, little one. What one's your room?"

"None of your business, dickface." I tease, but hand him my room card.

If he wants to take me to bed looking like that, who would I be to refuse?

"Don't get any ideas. I can see it in your eyes. Not until you've sobered up." He rolls his eyes, pressing the key card against the door.

I shrug. "So I'll give you a call when I'm sober?"

"Funny." He says, opening the door and letting me in.

Instantly, he walks over to the mini-fridge, pulling out a bottle of cold water. He also pulls out an appletiser, helping himself to my drinks. The water, however, he decided to chuck at me, which thanks to my excellent ducking skills, doesn't hit my head.

"You're an asshole." I remind him, picking the water up of the floor.

He rolls his eyes. "Thank you for helping me, Sin. You're so welcome, Catalina. Anyway, I'm going. I have some things to deal with."

"Like what?" I ask, wondering if it what's I hope it is.

Sin shakes his head. "None of your business. I'll be back later, to check you're okay. Hopefully you'll be asleep, but if I'm lucky enough to catch a half-awake version of you, then we can have a lovely little catchup. Okay?"

"Someone's moody." I mumble, sitting on the bed, "Don't I get a kiss goodbye?"

He walks over to me, placing his hands either side of my face. I inhale, staring into his soul. What is he playing at?

"Not like this, Lina. It's not right. I promised you I'd sort everything out after the wedding and you're right, the wedding is over. I'll be back. I promise." He whispers, kissing me on the forehead, before leaving me in a daze of confusion.

I turn on the TV, hoping some shitty soap can distract myself from my internal thoughts. Luckily, the awful Christmas-film-only television is over, so I actually have a variety of options.

I choose Hollyoaks, a show which sometimes makes my life and the events in it feel somewhat normal, despite them being far from it.

Mi Abuelo used to love Hollyoaks. He'd make me watch it every night, despite my fake hatred for it. He adorated the drama, the gossip of the show, it all meant so much to him. His face lit up every-time there was a new mystery on the show, every-time someone slept with their ex or kissed someone they shouldn't.

Just like Sin and I.

Of course I find a way to link it back to Sin. Because, sadly, at the end of the day everything links back to Sin.

What a bloody pain in the ass.

****
It's 3am and I've woken up to a constant banging on the door. I don't know when I fell asleep- I don't remember. Who the fuck would be banging on the door at this time? I'm still in clothes from the reception, I guess it could easily still be going.

"Sin? It's 3 in the morning." I roll my eyes, yawning.

He looks me up and down. "Are you going to let me in? I need some ice."

As he gestures to his face, I notice the bright-red handprint across his left cheek, screaming at me. I grab his hand, pulling him towards the mini-fridge and ensuring the door is shut behind him.

"There's ice packs in here, they aren't frozen though, just cold." I tell him, passing him one.

Gratefully, he places it on his cheek, wincing slightly.

"Who did that to you? Why?"

"Elizabeth," he sighs, "it was Elizabeth."

"What? The fucking bitch- is she crazy? Talk about abusive relationship. You say the word and I'll fuck her up ten times more than this, I pro-"

"Catalina, it's okay. It's my fault. She was really angry, upset. So she hit me. I went to speak to her. I told her everything, how we kissed. I told her... I told her that I choose you."

"What?" I whisper, unsure I've heard him right.

He drops the ice pack, gently stroking my face. "I chose you, Catalina."

"What do you mean, you chose me? We aren't two different types of beer, dickface. You can't storm in here in the middle of the night, expecting me to-" I yell, before he cuts me off with a kiss.

He pulls back gently, but the taste of his mouth lingers on mine. "I'm all yours, Catalina."

"Prove it." I challenge, placing two hands on his ribcage.

Sin grins, his hands coming to my ass, slowly walking me back towards the bed. He hesitates, causing me to push him back. "Y..you're all mine." I whisper, trying to hide my happiness.

His eyes widen, his hands instinctively placing themselves on either side of my hips. He pulls me into him, my legs straddling his waist. As he notices my dress hunching up, he runs his fingers over my ass to protectively pull the dress down.

"How do I know you're telling the truth? Why have you waited so long?" I hiss, resisting all my urges for the minute.

Sin smiles, his hands gently squeezing my ass, before he runs them up my back. "If I wasn't telling the truth, would I do that?"

"Don't be an asshole. I'm being serious, Sin. I'm not about to fuck you if this is some big shitty prank or if you're going to change your mind last minute." I tell him, trying to ignore the bulge rubbing against my thigh.

He grins, lifting one hand to stroke my face. "So that's the plan, is it? Fucking? I'm telling the truth, Catalina. I love you. I choose you, fuck, I hate to admit it but it has always been you."

"Okay, you soppy shit, you can stop talking now." I whisper into his lips, before our mouths find each other again. His lips taste salty and warm, the warmth filling me with comfort and a sense of belonging. His mouth tastes like peppermint and promises and I'm sure he can still sense the champagne on my lips.

He runs his tongue along my bottom lip, as his hand moves to my throat. A soft moan releases from my mouth as he squeezes gently, my body burning from the choke. When he touches me, it's as if a thousand needles spike every nerve on my body, as if I'm poured in petrol and lit with a match. It's not painful, it's sensational, as though the two of us create a fire nobody can quite put out.

I want his tongue to trail down my neck, round the curve of my jaw. I miss the feeling of his tongue sliding over my nipples, down my sternum until it reaches the fire's arousal.

He pulls back, smirking. "What are you thinking, little red? I can almost taste the dirty thoughts on your lips."

"Just stop talking." I whisper, pressing my mouth to his again. My hands have a mind of their own, tugging on his shirt until he raises his arms up, allowing his top half to be bare.

He moves his kiss from my lips to my jaw, delicately kissing the bone. "I love you so much, Catalina. I'm so sorry it took me so long to decide."

"I have a few ideas on how you can make up for it." I smile breathlessly, as his gentle kisses move to my neck, marking me.

He is mine and I am his, forever.

His tongue slides down the side of my throat, causing every hair on my neck to shoot up. The sensational tingles dance across my body, my core dampening.

Sin shakes his head. "This dress is an obstacle. I can't get any further. It's so pretty aswell, shame."

"No, you're not ripping it. This was a bridesmaid dress, do you know how expensive this was? Unzip it like a gentleman, or you don't get to touch me at all." I inform him, placing a gentle kiss on his neck.

He pulls the zip down, whispering to me. "I like you bossy. It's sexy."

"Shut up." I giggle into his kiss, as he pulls my dress over my head, lobbing it across the room.

I can't believe this is happening. It doesn't feel real.

"I'm so glad you support the free the nip movement. It makes my life a lot easier." He murmurs, as his kisses spread down to my breasts.

His lips wrap around my breast, his tongue flicking my hard, excited nipple. I feel a drawling mon escape my mouth, as I run my hands along his warm, muscular torso. He has one hand palming my other breast, whilst his other hand gropes my ass.

He pauses for a minute, stroking my face. "You're so beautiful, little red."

"Don't go soppy on me again, Sin." I whisper, pushing him back onto the bed.

Sin smirks, flipping us round, his elbows either side of my head. His lips press down on my once again, the taste of peppermints back. I remember when he tasted of salt and cigarettes. He really has grown.

He keeps one elbow in place, allowing him to stay steady, whilst his other hands heads towards my aching core. His fingers delicately stroke my stomach, as he whispers unrepeatable things in my ear.

I gasp as his thumb begins to circulate my clit, whilst his middle and index finger enter me. "You're so wet for me, Catalina, anyone would think you've missed me." He whispers, as he quickens the pace of his thumb.

"I want you, Sin, not your hands." I murmur, wrapping my arms round his neck.

"Not until I've tasted you. I've been dreaming of this ever since you stepped into my fucking bar."

His tongue slides once more down my neck, past my sternum, past the building coil in my stomach. He pauses, looking up at me for approval. I nod, desperate for more of his touch.

His tongue swirls round my entrance, before he licks up to my clit, tasting all my juices. He groans, sending vibrations through my body, as he begins to work on my clit. His tongue flicks as his lips nibble on my swollen spot, his hands clutching my hips.

"Sin, I want you, now." I moan, the rope of desire knotting in my stomach, my body hungry for him.

He grins, wrapping his arms round my waist, as I wrap my legs around his. He lifts us up, sitting on the end of the bed, with me on his lap.

"What are you doing?" I murmur, kissing his neck.

Sin grabs my throat, gently pulling me away from his  neck. "I want to watch your face as I fuck you, beautiful. Is that too much to ask?"

"I can't believe this is really happening again." I whisper, panting under his touch.

He looks down. "Well it can't whilst I have my clothes on, can it?"

Desperately, I rip his trousers, tugging on his boxers to come free. He draws dreams along my sensitive spine, as I place kisses along his collarbone.

"Are you sure this okay?" I whisper, ready to position myself to feel him inside me, just how it's meant to be.

His hands come back to my face, his pupils piercing through mine. "I've never wanted you more, Catalina. I love you."

I bite my lip, positioning myself so his cock enters the inside of me. He kisses me gently, a kiss full of passion, yes, but a kiss full of love and desire too, as he thrusts into me.

I moan, wrapping my arms and legs round him tighter, as he continues to thrust into me.

His places his hands on my ass, encouraging me to grind into him, as he quickens the pace of his thrust. It feels so good, I haven't had sex in so long I was sort of scared, but my body relaxes around Sin.

I'll always be relaxed around Sin.

"I'm so glad you're mine again, pequeña roja." He murmurs, before placing more kisses on my neck.

I smile, wrapping my arms around his body, feeling the need to be as close to him as possible. "I always was, Sin."

******
When I awake in the morning, we're entwined in a hot, naked mess under the silk covers. Sin is still asleep, his arm firmly placed around my waist- as if he's scared I'm going to run.

His phone keeps buzzing, texts flooding, so I pick it up- it's on the floor beside where I'm sleeping, from the fast-paced removal of clothes yesterday.

"Don't move, Lina. I wanna stay like this forever." He murmurs, trying to pull me back in the bed.

I laugh. "It's your phone, dickhead. Someone really wants you."

"Who is it?" He yawns, rubbing his eyes with his free hands.

Grabbing his phone, I glance at the notifications.

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth: Sin, don't ignore me.
Elizabeth: You can't be mad at me forever. I was doing it for you. It wasn't my fault!
Elizabeth: You came for me yesterday. Don't let that all be ruined because some fucking phone call.

You came for me yesterday.

The euphoria of being with Sin that consumed me last night soon dissolves as I read her messages. He came for her? It can't be real, he came for me, he told me chose me. I feel a lump climb up my throat.

Some phone call? Does she mean the voicemail? It's the only thing I can think of linked to phones and the three of us. Or am I missing something? Surely Sin would tell me if he knew something, right?

"Lina? Who is it?" He mumbles sleepily.

I bite my lip, contemplating. I can deal with this in many different ways, I'm just unsure which one is the right one.

"Take a look for yourself." I whisper, passing him his phone.

He stares at me, confused, until I watch his eyes widen in guilt as he reads the messages. He places his phone down again, suddenly more awake, before trying to wrap an arm around me.

"No," I shake away his touch, "no. What does she mean, Sin? What the fuck is she talking about?"

"I- I don't know, she was upset she's probably-"

"You're lying." I state, glaring into his eyes, knowing the contact will make it hard for him to equivocate.

He bites his lip. "I wasn't coming for her, I don't know what she means. She's upset, I broke up with her because of us, Catalina. She's probably made some dream reality where I came for her and she rejected me, I don't know."

"Right. Okay. And what phone call is she on about, Sin? Because it's clearly linked to me and I have no fucking clue what she's talking about." I question, my voice accusing, as a feeling trembles through my stomach.

Sin shakes his head. "Do we have to do this? We are happy and we are together, finally, isn't that all that matters? Don't ruin it with some argument."

"Don't ruin it by lying to me! What the fuck was she talking about, Sin?" I repeat, feeling my veins burn through my skin.

"She was talking about a voicemail-" he says sadly, "some voicemail you sent. I brought it up, I remember you mentioned it before. I told her that if I had got a voicemail or some earlier way or communication from you, even just a hello, I never would have stayed with her. Because in the end, it will always be you."

"Why would the voicemail put you off her?"

"Because she knew about it. And I didn't." He responds, looking down.

I shake my head. "I poured my heart out and the fucking bitch listened to it? And she deleted it? What the fuck? And you're okay with that? Do you know how hard it was for me to be so fucking vulnerable around you? It's exhausting, Sin. And to not get a response-"

"Don't be mad at Elizabeth. It isn't what you think. She's a lovely girl, she made an honest mistake because she was in love. You and I should know enough about that, shouldn't we?" He raises an eyebrow.

I shake my head again. "No, Sin, you don't get-"

He cuts me off by placing his lips on mine, as if a kiss could solve everything.

I think his kiss could solve anything.

"Catalina, I didn't say she deleted the voicemail. I said she knew about. Granted, she didn't tell me, which was royally fucked up, but she didn't delete it. That wasn't her."

"Who the fuck was it then?" I ask, confused and slightly in disbelief- how do I know he's not just defending the bitch?

Sin sighs, delicately taking my hand. "That's irrelevant."

"Sin, tell me." I plead, squeezing his hand ever so slightly.

He sighs once more, caressing my hand with his thumb. He bites his lip, before coughing gently.

"Rhiannon."