The Gala

"Maine, are you don-" i hear his voice stop and I turn around.

He's wearing his usual clothes-a dark suit with a white oxford shirt and a black tie. His hair is gelled up.

"What?" I ask him confused as I look into his....breathless face.

"God, I so want to rip this dress off of you." he says to me as he walks over to me.

"Is this is your way of saying I look good?" I ask him as I feel his hand on my cheek.

"It's the way of telling you, that you look beyond amazing, Miss Mendoza." he says before he kiss me passionately.

I let go of his lips and smile, "We have to go. We don't want to late." I say as i feel his kisses on my neck. "Richard,please......if you don't stop, I'll...."

He stops and look at me, "You'll what?" he ask me with a dirty grin on his lips.

My eyes focus on his lips. His perfect, soft lips. DAMN it. I kiss him with all the passion I have, giving into my inner urge. he returns my kiss and slowly leads me over to the bed.

I fall on the softly lips and grin at him between his kisses.

"We...." A kiss. "should..." Another kiss. "stop." I say to him, or at least try to.

"Mhmmmm...." he agrees as he kisses his way down to my breast.

"I'm serious. I don't want us to go solo to the Gala. All eyes will be on us then."

He stop kissing me and look at me, "All eyes are on us anyway. It doesn't matter if we arrive on time or not, every step will be watched tonight."

Talking about no pressure. "We should still be on time."

He sighs before he kisses me softly once more, "Fine." he says and holds out a hand for me, to help me get off the bed. "But I'm going to get an extra night filled with sex with you then."

I show him a dirty grin as I adjust his tie, "No problem for me, Mr. Richards."

"Oh I know that...." he says as he adjusts my necklace.

"it's a pretty necklace."

"A pretty carrier." he says to me and takes my hand to lead me out of my bedroom.

"Are really all eyes going to be watching us?" i ask him as we walk to the elevator.

"You don't like the spotlight, do you?"

"Not so much." I admit as we reach the elevator.

"Okay..." he say, nodding.

I have no idea what he wants to tell me by that. "What's that suppose to mean?" I ask him as the elevator doors close.

He pushes the lounge button, "That we will use the backdoor."

"I...We don't have to."

"Maine," he starts. "If you feel uncomfortable walking down the red carpet then we don't have to walk down that fucking carpet."

Red carpet?! "Your family will walk down that carpet. Meredith, Mark, Valerie, Samu and Patricia will all walk down the carpet together. You're part of the family. You should walk down the carpet as well."

"I won't do anything to make you feel uncomfortable."

"It's very noble of you to say so, but....." I stop. Maybe I mean something to him. Maybe even a lot. I sigh, "Let's walk down the freaking carpet with your family."

"If you-"

"I said we'll walk down the carpet, Richard. I've made my decision."

He nodds and takes my hand, "You surprise me every time."

I blush slightly as we step out of the elevator and walk down the hallway.

"Have a good night, Mr. Faulkerson." Erin the porter says with a smile on his lips.

"Thanks." Richard says as we walk out of the building and into the already waiting limo. He holds the car door for me and I step in.

Valerie, Patricia and Samuel are already sitting in the limo- all looking gorgeous.

"Hi guys." I greet them as we seated.

"Mom and Dad are already in the MET." Samuel says to Richard, who gets seated next to me.

"A solo?" Richard ask him.

"A solo." Adam says smiling.

"Not really, since you have your girlfriends in tow." Valerie says.

Samuel rolls his eyes. "And we have you of course, Sis."

She smiles at him as the limo starts to move.

"Any information about the media?" Richard asks.

"Fifteen camera crews and about a hundred photographers." Patricia Answers.

You've got to be kidding me! My wide eyes look at Richard, who smiles at me.

"I told you it would be a big event."

"There's absolutely no reason for you to be nervous." Valerie tries to calm me down.

"Unlike Patricia, I don't really love the spotlight."

"Well I don't love the spotlight, But I enjoy being in the spotlight every now and then." Patricia corrects me and shoots a look at me.

I shrugg at her and feel Richard's arm around my waist.

"Just imagine them all naked, i heard it should help." I hear Richards's voice whispering to me.

I fake a silent laugh before I lean over to his ear, "If I imagine you naked, all I want to do is throw myself at you. and I won't care about how many photographers will be there when I'm rocking you."

He smiles at me. "Such dirty thoughts, Miss Mendoza."

"What can I say? You bring out the worst in me." I say to him before I kiss him quickly.

The car stops, "Let do this." Valerie says as she gets out the Limo first. I hear all the camera's click and photographer screaming her name as soon as she step out. It's insane.

"I'm so excited!" Patricia says grinning, before she and Samuel get out of the limo first.

"we can still use the backdoor, Maine."

"No, let's do this." I say to him.

"Okay." he agrees as he get out. He holds his hand out and I take it as i step out. I get greeted by flashlights and people screaming Richard's name. Then there are camera crews, who would do anything to have an interview with him. it's so intimidating. Everyone wants something from you. Everyone wants a picture from you or an interview.

Hand in hand we walk down the red carpet. Unlike Patricia and Samuel, we don't stop to let the photographers take pictures of us. We pass them and quickly walk into the MET, where I see Valerie, Meredith and Mark waiting for us.

"You didn't stop to let the people take pictures of you?" Meredith asks Richard as we reach her.

"I'm not a big fan of spotlight, you know me, mother." Richard says and Meredith nodds.

"Well, I'm so glad you brought Maine with you." she says and hugs me again.

"Good to see you as well, Meredith." I say smiling, "And Mark of course." I say and shake hands with the plastic surgeon.

"So where are we sitting?" Patricia asks as she and Samuel reach us.

"Follow me." Mark says smiling before he walks off.

"See? It wasn't even so bad." Patricia says to me as we follow the Faulkerson/Grey/Sloane family.

"Yeah, I'm still no big fan of the red carpet."

"You should get used to it. Because as I can see, Richard is not planning to let you go any time soon, Maine." she says to me.

I raise an eyebrow at her, "You think so?"

She nodds, "Told you he's into you. That man might even be in love with you, Maine."

Richard Faulkerson is in love with me?! That's impossible. Although, I would like to believe it. Like to know that it is possible. But it's not. Because he doesn't love. At least he hasn't loved one of his ex-girlfriends. Like it would change in me.

Yet, something is different with me. Yet I am the exception to what? His life? Am I the one he could possibly fall in love with?

We get seated at a round table with red flower arrangements. There are name tags on in front of each seat:  Dr. Meredith Grey, Dr. Mark Sloane, Valerie Sloane-Grey, Samuel Grey, Richard Christian Faulkerson, Patricia Cruz, and Nicomaine Faulkerson- Mendoza. I stare at the name tag shocked. Faulkerson-Mendoza?!

"Looks like they've made a mistake with the last name....." I say to myself as I get seated.

"They did indeed." Richard agrees with me and I feel something break inside of me. Was it the hope to one day get married to him? Was it the hope that someday have him all of myself? I shake my head and try not to think about it again.

"What can I get everyone?" the waiter asks us smiling.

"Two glasses of champagne." Mark says to the waiter for Meredith and him.

"Make that three." Valerie says smiling.

"Two glasses of the Chateau d'Yquem." Samuel orders for him and Patricia.

"Red or white wine?" Richard asks me.

I shrugg, "Still not big fan of wine,Richard."

He sighs, "we'll take the same."

"Good, the drinks will be serve in a few minutes." the waiter says before he walks away.

"Would you like to dance?" Samuel asks Patricia.

"Yes." she says smiling as she takes her hand and the two walk to the dance floor.

Mark shares a look with Meredith, before those two rise from their chairs and walk to the dance floor as well.

Richard looks at me. "Come on." he says, grabbing my hands softly.

"You know normally you'd ask me if I wanted to dance with you." I say to him as he leads me to the dance floor.

'We're anything but normal, Maine. You said it yourself." he says as we reach the dance floor.

I smile at him as the orchestra starts to play soft music. He places his right hand just below my shoulder blades and the other one holds my right hand. I place my left arm on his upper arm, letting him lead me on the shoulder.

"You're a good dancer, Miss Mendoza." he whispers as we start to swing with the music.

I smile at him, "Thank you. Although you're doing all the work, by leading me."

He returns my smile before he kisses me softly. I hear cameras clicking right away as our lips are still touching. Oh please don't let them take pictures of us kissing! I don't want to be in the newspaper again.

"Please tell me they didn't just take a picture of us kissing."

"I'm pretty sure they did." he says to me and I blush slightly.

"I'm not made for the spotlight."

"You'll get used to it."

"Maybe."

He smiles at me, "I'm going to fly down to Florida tomorrow evening."

To Alexandra. His way of telling me he's leaving me again. I nodd and try not to show my best faked smile. "For how long."

"Two weeks."

"Okay."

"Okay." he echos me before he kisses me softly again. Once more, I hear cameras clicking.

"Oh come on! Again?! I say pissed off and look around. The photographers grin back at me - some even nodd, others mouth-er me a Thank you. I roll my eyes.

"Hey," I hear Richard's voice, "Look at me."

I sigh, before I look at him. "They are annoying."

"I know. But for now it's just you and me. Okay?"

I nodd. "Only you and me."

"You and me." he agrees with me smiling.

"Nicomaine?" I hear someone calling me and I turn around.

"Oh my God, Alex White!" I say shocked as I stare into his eyes.

"Never thought I'd see you here." He says smiling before he pulls me into a long hug.

"Me neither." I say as I eyeball him. His brown hair is short, his face features haven't changed a bit. He still looks like four years ago. Still hot.

"How are you?" I ask him as we walk off tot he dance floor.

"Great I..... I'm good." he says and for a second I can see the sadness in his eyes.

"What's...." I stop as i feel Richard's eyes burning it's way into my back. "That's Richard Faulkerson. Richard, this is Alex White." I introduce the two men

."Nice to meet you, Mr. White." Richard says with icy cold eyes. His face is tensed. Is he mad? Jealous, even? what the hell has just happened?!

"Mr. Faulkerson, wow....I....I mean I never thought I'd meet you. this is such a pleasure. To meet you...Sir." he stutters out.

I raise an eyebrow. Richard Faulkerson is jealous and Alex White is speechless. Impressed. Intimidated. Wow. What an embarrassing situation!

"Well I'm going to leave you two alone. I'm sure you have enough topics of conversation." Richard says in a business-like voice before he kisses my knuckles.

I smile at him. A goofy smile. The fucking same goofy smile I had on when he picked me up for our trip to Long Island.

He walks away from us--all glamorously and irresistibly. All Richard Faulkerson like.

"You and Richard Faulkerson....Who would have thought? I mean, that's like winning the jackpot at Poker and winning the jackpot at the lottery." he says to me as we get seated at an empty table.

I shrugg and smile. "How are you really? Is Claire somewhere around?" I ask him, scanning the ballroom already.

He is silent, showing me what's going on inside of him. "We......we separated."

"I'm sorry." I say and place my hand on his. I feel Richard's eyes on me right away. His jealous eyes, which burn it's way into me. Then I hear photographers taking pictures of us. Damn it.

He shruggs, "She betrayed me. Turn out, she.....She wasn't ready for the rest of her life."

"Who is he?"

"Pablo....Our cook."

My chin falls down. "What?! That fucking whore betrayed you with your cook? Your cook?! Seriously? I mean that's ........Boom, that's like a slap right into your face."

He nodds, "Pretty much how I felt."

I show him a soft, but sad smile. "That's sucks."

"It does." he says and smiles a little. "But you and Richard Faulkerson, that's like .....Wow. I've never seen him with any woman beside him and then you. Out of a sudden, he is showing himself in the spotlight....With you. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for you and you two clearly seem to have some deep connection, which we never had but...."

I smile, "Yeah, I was also wondering what I'd do when I meet you. And now we're here."

"Yeah." he says and smiles at me, before his eyes move away from me. "I think you should go back to your boyfriend. He's eating me alive right now...." he says and chuckles., "Let me tell you, if looks could kill....I had already died a hundredth times in the last five minutes."

I look over my shoulder and see Richard's head turning around before he talks to a red haired women. She seems all happy that he talks to her. She's stuttering and flirting with him, giving the best she can. Oh but he's mine. Well almost. or at least for another two months.

I turn my head around again and smile at Alex before I pull him into another long hug. "it was good to see you again. Give me a call whenever you're in town again."

He nodds and smiles at me. "Now go back to your boyfriend, or otherwise that red haired get her hopes up."

I show him one last smile before I get up and walk over to Richard and the redhead. They're talking eagerly and she touches his shoulder. it doesn't seem to bother him. No, it doesn't bother him at all. Why is she allowed to touch him?! Why doesn't he show any....Any reaction?! Why can't I touch him? Why won't he allow me to touch him?! What does she have that I don't?!

Richard's eyes shine as they notice me walking over to him. The redhead touches his shoulders again and he laughs a little as I reach him.

Automatically he embraces me with one arm, Nicomaine," I'd like you to meet someone. This is Natalie." he says introducing the redhead.

My chin falls down. Natalie?! As in Natalie, the longest relationship he ever had?! As in, my forerunner?! Fuck, is she pretty! she's staring all top-model like back at me! Grinning with her perfect white teeth cognac colored eyes. Damn it!

"Nice to meet you, Nicomaine." she says and holds out a hand.

I smile and shake it, she has perfect skin. Damn it! she's like a goddess!

Her face turns to Richard again. Her eyes show pure attraction. Pure lust. They're glowing. She smiles at him and hugs him, "It was nice to run into you again, Mr. Faulkerson." she says before she whispers something into his ear.

Something which causes him to smile and roll his eyes before she walks away from us.

"Natalie?!" I ask him as we're alone. "Natalie, as in your longest relationship? As in my forerunner?!" I ask him, placing my hand on my hips. "Seriously!"

He shruggs, "You met your ex and I met mine." But his eyes are full with jealousy. His eyes show me that he's not taking it easy as he look like. Is he really letting me read his eyes right now?!

I roll my eyes, "Alex and i are long over."

"So are Natalie and I."

"Oh no, not by the looks she's giving you. she still wants you. She would fuck you in the ballroom if only those stupid photographers weren't here!" I hiss at him in a whisper tone.

He raises an eyebrow at me,

"Fuck me?! Seriously? I thought you have more class than that, Miss Mendoza." he says before he walks away from me.

I stare at him as he leaves the ball room. More class?! I'll show him all my class! I quickly walk after him, closing the door of the ball room behind myself as I see him walking down a long thin hallway. An empty hallway. "More class than that?!" I yell back at him. "Seriously?"

He stops in the middle of the hallway and I know that he's smiling right now. He shruggs, "I can only hope that Alex was an error in taste, Miss Mendoza."

What?! "Alex White has nothing to do in this conversation!" I say in a loud voice as i walk over to him. "Besides, I could say the same for Natalie." she doesn't really seem like a jackpot, Mr. Faulkerson."

He turn around, his eyes are black. He's mad. Beyond mad, actually. "Leave Natalie out of this."

"Why?! Because she fucked you before me?! She must've been not all too good. I mean if you-" his hand on my wrist pulls me into a room.

He kicks the door close and push me against the closed wooden door. I feel the erotic tension right away between us. I bite my lip to prevent myself from kissing him.

His dark eyes change quickly color. They stare back at me in a bright calm eyes. It's amazing to see his eyes change color quickly within seconds - just like his mood.

"You're jealous." I say into his eyes. He's so close to me, that I can almost touch him. His body warms mine. I inhale his scent, the perfect mixture of sweat and shower gel. "Why?"

"Because he met you first."

"I've signed the contract. I'm your's." At least for another two months." I say into his eyes, feeling the electricity going through my body as his fingers move up my bare arm.

"Yes. You're mine." he says before he pulls me into a passionate kiss and I hear him locking the door as our tongues start to battle.

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