Bad Boy Gone Good [Completed]

Traitors

Enemies are nothing compared to traitors, after all it's the people you hold closest who have the power to make you bleed

- Ally Carter

A/N: what Alex is wearing is up there.

 Alex awoke with sheets curled around her body. She yawned and stretched and muddled herself deeper into the bed. But then her eyes snapped open, remembering the events of last night. Was it a dream? Or did that really happen? She heard a door open and when she looked up she saw Montegro exiting the bathroom with only a towel around his waist. She smiled and blushed at the same time, the memories flooding in like a sea of snapshots. He looked at her and smiled, walking over to where she was.

"You're up." He said, kissing her lips leisurely and making Alex's world spin like a top. She was getting addicted to the way he kissed her even though his tactic changed with every kiss, she was loving it! He pulled her body up to his. The sheet began to slip from her body and before she could pull it up. His hands clamped them down. She looked up at him and saw a wicked glint shine through his eyes. His smile casted on to her lips. He generously graced her body with his touches but stopped and pulled away.

"We both know how this is gonna end if we continue..." he said, simply eyeing her body as is printed through the sheets. He kissed her cheek.

"Get freshened up, we're leaving soon." He said, walking to the wardrobe. She pulled the sheets around her body as she got up. She walked to the bathroom and let the sheet fall around her and looking at her body in the mirror. There were love marks trailing down her neck and almost all over her body, her skin looked brighter and she looked better than ever! She was glowing! She smiled at her reflection and headed to the shower, there was a Jacuzzi but she needed the shower.

His shower was like a fricking transformer, there were way too much buttons to press but she recognized some, like the hot, cold and there was actually a music button! She needed to try this out later. When she slid the glass door open, there was a pile of clothes neatly folded on one of the shelves, she assumed it was for her. She got dressed and her clothes smelled like Montegro. She shook her head smiling. White blouse, black skinny jeans and black boots-he had good taste- he even put in a jacket for her.

She walked out of the bathroom fully dressed but Montegro wasn't in the room. She opened the door and closed it back walking down the steps. His house was even grander than the family house, if that was even possible but everything in the house spilled of money. It matched his persona, dangerous and mysterious. The walls were a cool gray and the banners were a plum color. There were antiques everywhere and expensive looking oil paintings on the wall. His house was clean as a whistle. She walked down the marble stairs and she could remember every position they had on these same stairs.

Her feet guided her to the kitchen where he sat. She stopped and looked at him good. She had never seen him in a suit and not a white one at that. He looked like a Ford model and right now her eyes were indulging in the sight of him.

"What are you doing?" he asked. Caught up in her thoughts and looking at him.

"Checking you out, duh" she mindlessly responded and when she realized what she said, she clamped both hands over her mouth. He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. She smiled and walked to the fridge and got an apple. She washed it and began the take a bite.

"Don't you want some breakfast?" He asked.

"This" she shook her hand with the apple "is my breakfast darling."

"Well sweetheart breakfast is the most important meal of the day. An apple won't suffice." He said. She looked at him and narrowed her eyes and sighed in defeat.