Matched

Katy couldn't see anything, the entire club was flashing lights, purple, blue, green, and then every seven seconds the lights would completely go out, Katy was counting. She saw two girls getting together and quickly she turned away a shudder running down her spine. The guy who was dancing with her was starting to grab her, first it was behind her neck, then her boob, which she told him to knock it off.

"C'mon, Carry." he whispered.

"First of all, it's Katy. Second of all, stop touching me." she said.

"We can get out of here and go to my hotel." he smirked.

"Naww," she shook her head. She turned around and he grabbed her ass, she turned around and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close to her so she could push him and throw him agaisnt the crowd. He stumbled and grabbed her arm.

"Don't walk away from me!" he shouted getting angry.

She knew he was Greek, she said something to him in Greek and tried to walk away, he turned her around again, she threw a punch at him, her knucles began to throb, the guy turned around and put his hand around her throat, she was beginning to feel dizy, what was in that drink. She once again threw him against the crowd and then started kicking him, and punching him. She felt strong arms around her waist picking her up.

"Let it go!" she heard a familer voice.

"NO! Let me go I'm going to kick his ass!!!" she shouted, fighting.

"He drugged you." Tyrel said flatly after getting a look at her eyes. "I'd say you have about two minutes before you pass out."

"Well then two minutes to beat the hell out of him!" She hissed.

"See you later, Beth, Tom." He nodded to the two who were making sure the creep left. He picked Katy up and walked outside and towards their hotel.

**Ugh**

Katy felt Tyrel pick her up right before she passed out. He had been in the same club? Oops...
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Katy's throat hurt in the morning, she felt an arm drapped over her, protectively almost. She got up, without waking him, she looked in the mirror, there was a hang mark agaisnt her throat, a nasty bruise. She looked at him. He'd saved her last night, from

A: getting arrested.

B: getting raped,

C: anything else that could possibly be worse.

Tyrel woke up and rolled over groaning. That round of beers he'd had after watching her mess with that guy was makng his head hurt. He wasn't sick. Just his head hurt. He sat up and looked around. He saw her looking in the mirror.

"He got you pretty good." He groaned touching his head. "Your neck hurt?"

"A little."

"You should take a hot shower, it'll make your muscles feel better. You need something like ice cream to make your throat feel better. If it hurts which it should."

She looked in the mirror, and then looked at him, horrified.

"I am NOT going out in public." she said. Tracing the finger lines with hers.

"Why?" he frowned.

"Because, people are going to think YOU did it, and they'll arrest you." she said.

"Aww, shucks you really do care. Why do you care?" he asked, getting up.

"Because, well... I'm married to you." she said.

"Well gee, Katy, that didn't seem to stop you last night from grinding on that guy!" he said.

"Fuck off, Tyrel." she growled.

"That sounds more like the Katy I've come to know." He replied getting up and wlaking to the bathroom. He started some hot water for a bath and then walked back to the main room.

"Why'd you leav ehte water running?" She demanded.

"Cause your gonna soak in it. Maybe you'll be a little nicer after you don't hurt so bad." He replied.

**Gotta jet for a bit**

She looked up at him. She knew her make-up was smeared, and she probably didn't look too attractive, but he looked great. She was going to say a smart ass remark, but decided against it. He'd saved her last night, maybe it was time for her to start acting nice... psh, fat chance. But she'd try.

"But I don't wanna take a shower right now." she complained.

He hauled her up, "well, baby, it's really not up to you right now." he grinned, he took her into the bathroom.

"Wait!" she said, he studied her for a minute. "At least take my cell phone out of my pocket." she said, they were right next to the huge spa tub.

"OK." he rolled his eyes and started searching her pockets.

She yanked at his neck and they both fell into the huge bath tub.

When they surfaced she laughed at him, he was spitting out water. "I can't believe you fell for that." She laughed so hard that her laughter echoed the large room. She saw him trying to hide his smile. "Your so fun to play with." she said and then went underwater to wet her hair.

Tyrel frowned when she came back up.

"Hows that to thank someone who is tryin to be helpful?" He growled at her.


*Ugh, nothin*

She bit her lip but her smile was still peaking from the corners of her mouth.

"Trust me, HONEY... be lucky I just pulled you into the tub, and your not Richard right now." she said.

"Who the hell is Richard?" he asked, sounding like he was going to kill the guy.

"Did this..." she said dragging her finger tips across her neck. "I think he's in the hospital." she said.

"How do you know that?" he asked.

Katy looked down and then looked at him, with brighteness in her eyes. "I broke his nose." she said, she'd heard it snap and she saw the blood come out.

"Remind me not to make you too mad. You were pretty screwed up last night." He replied as he climbed out of the tub. "Get those clothes off or you'll ruin them." He said peeling his shirt off and then walking towards the door.

"You still needed to be reminded?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I guess not." he laughed, shaking his head.

"I changed my mind." she yelled.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I'll try not to be such a-"

"Bitch." he finished for her.

"Sure." she said.
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She had used alot of make-up to cover her bruise over her neck. They went out to Outback Steakhouse, she think it was time they started to seriously talk, without killing each other or at least trying to. The waitress came over, she looked at Tyrel and a flirty smile came onto her mouth. Katy rolled her green eyes.

"So can I get you guys anything?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.

"We just sat down." Katy said so low no one could hear her.

"Well when you decide just call for me, I'm Kay." she laughed. Then she slide a piece of paper to Tyrel.
Her number, what a slut.

"So your still on puroll for beating that waitress in California right?" Katy asked.

Little Kay looked scared and quickly snatched the paper back. "I have to go." she said.

Tyrel laughed as the waitress stormed off.

"I could've gotten rid of her in a nicer way." He smiled.

"I wanted to see her scury away in fear." Katy smiled.

"Suit yourself." He smiled leaning forward a little. "So, sense we aren't allowed to be mean in any way, what do you want to talk about?"

Katy looked at him. "Well..." she laced her fingers together, unusally what she did when she was biting back from becoming a wild fire. "I want to know what the hell you were thinking when you agreed to marry me." She burst out laughing.

He laughed into his coffee. "I was drunk and I owed your father a favor." he said.

"Oh?" she asked. "What did he do for you?" she asked.

"What I did for him isn't important. I owed him, and I married you." he said.

"Ah." she said. Drinking the water, "well he chose you for some reason, because if he hadn't chosen you he would have chosen a big Russian guy who probably would have beaten the living daylight out of me, made me have thirteen kids and then killed me." she said, her father knew scary men like that.

"Well you won't have to worry about me wanting kids." he said.

she nodded. "I know." she said downing the last of her water.

"You want kids." He said flatly.

"Yes." She replied.

"But they won't be mine if this doesn't work out." He replied.

"Nope."

"Figured." He shrugged and sipped his coffee again.

She did love kids, just because she was evil to him, well, sometimes. But yes, of course, she wanted kids.

"Why do you want kids?" he asked.

"Why don't you?" she asked.

"I asked first." he said.

She nodded. "I never SAID, you'd be the father." she said.

His face paled.

"Tyrel..." she said in a whisper, he looked at her. "I was joking." she said.

"I know, I know that." he said.

she nodded and took a bit of her food. "Riiiight." she said smiling. "OK, well I want kids because I'm always trying to take care of myself, and I want to take care of someone else, and because I don't want to regret not, having a family when I'm 112." she said.

He probably wouldn't point out to her that she probably wouldn't make it to that age.

"Now, answer my question." she asked, she knew he strongly disliked kids.