LOVE IN AN ELEVATOR

The bright, blinking lights of Las Vegas, Nevada were nothing but blurry dots in the eyes of Angelita Sanchez as she sat on the window seat of her 27th floor suite at the MGM Grand Studio Hotel. The thoughts of that first blissful month felt like a sword piercing her broken heart as she remembered that first night, which had been the one to bring her the most pain. As she saw the first flash of lightning through the rain streaked window, her mind began to wander to that first night in Chicago, which had been nearly three months ago.

For the past six years, Angelita Sanchez had been the personal assistant to the hottest pop group since the Beatles dominated the 1960s. Her job was to fulfill all the needs, wants, and desires of the five Backstreet Boys, who had become more than just her bosses, but also her friends for all these years. But one of the Backstreet Boys stood out in her mind because ever since she meet him that faithful day so many years ago, she had fallen in love and became obsessed with the sweetest of the all. I guess that's why he has that nickname, Angelita thought to herself as she walked down the hallway of the Fairmont Hotel and Resorts in Chicago, Illinois with a couple of laundry baskets toward the largest suite of them all that was home to those five heartthrobs that had caused chaos throughout this entire hotel.

Angelita shifted the laundry baskets to her other hip as she softly knocked on the door. A tall, black man opened the door and smiled at her as he recognized who she was. "Hello, Angel, coming to get the laundry," he said to her.

"Yeah, Carlos, these five need have their laundry done at some point. We can't have them stinking the place up," Angelita told him smiling at the nickname that everyone had given her before going past the man.

"True, very true. I will go and make sure that they are decent enough for you to get the clothes from their rooms," Carlos said to her after he had closed the door.

"Thanks," she said to him as she walked over to the pile of clothes that was next to the window. Angelita had begun to pile the clothes into different piles as she heard a door open. She turned thinking that it was Carlos telling her that everything was all clear, but standing in the doorway was her obsession wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

"Hey, Carlos, have you seen my...Oh, sorry, mi amor, I didn't know that you were here," Howie "Sweet D" Dorough said before noticing the guys' personal assistant squatting on the floor next to the pile of clothing.

He just called me his love, Angelita thought to herself before suddenly coming back to reality. "It's okay. I was just sorting the laundry," she told him. "What are you looking for? Maybe I've seen it."

"It's okay, what I can't find isn't anything special. I'll probably find it somewhere," he told her before giving her a soft smile as he went back into his room. Angelita continued to sit there on the floor with a soft smile on her face as Carlos came back to tell her that everything was clear.

"Everyone's ready, except for D," Carlos said to her. "Ang, you okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," Angelita said before shaking her head to clear her mind of the pictures that she saw of Howie with no shirt on. "Thanks, Carlos."

Angelita got up from the floor and taking one of the two empty baskets with her as she walked down the short hall of the suite toward the last room. Angelita knocked on the door and was answered by the deep voice of Kevin Richardson.

"Come in," Kevin told the person.

Angelita opened the door and found the oldest member of the Backstreet Boys sitting on his bed with a laptop on his lap. Kevin looked up from his computer to see their personal assistant standing in the doorway with a laundry basket against her hip.

"Hey, Ang, how's it going?" Kevin asked her as she came into the room.

"It's going as well as it could," she told him. "Do you have anything for the wash?"

"I don't have that much, but the stuff that I have is in the corner," Kevin told her. Angelita nodded at him before going over the small pile that was in the corner of the room. Kevin watched as the young girl that had been on tour with them for the past six years bent over and began to pile his laundry into the basket.

"You need any help getting the laundry downstairs," Kevin asked as he watched her get the last bit of laundry before she stood up and looked at him with large sky blue eyes.

"No, I think that I can handle it, but thanks for the offer," she said.

"Since today's our day off, would you like to go to a club tonight with D, Bone, and me?" Kevin asked her.

"No, I don't think so. I have all this laundry to finish before you guys leave tomorrow," she told him.

"Oh, okay. I guess I will talk to you later," Kevin said as he watched her leave his room with the laundry basket.

"Later, Kev," she told him as she left.

***********

Angelita sighed to herself as she went towards the room that was next to Kevin's room. She raised her hand and was about to knock on the door as the door flung open to reveal Brian Littrell standing there holding Lil Tyke, his cell phone against his ear, and the Chihuahua's leash.

"Oh, sorry, Ang, didn't see you standing there?" Brian said to her telling the person on the other end to hang on a second.

"It's okay," Angelita told him. "You want me to take him out for you."

"Thank you very much, I was on the phone with my mother talking about my endowment fund, when he stated to scratch at the door," Brian said to her before handing her the little dog.

"No problem," Angelita said as she set the laundry basket down before grabbing Lil Tyke, who immediately started to lick her cheek. Angelita carried the little dog to the large balcony door, which lead to a small grassy area that was next to a built-in Jacuzzi. Angelita put Lil Tyke down after putting the small dog onto his leash. Lil Tyke pulled her to the edge of the grass and began to sniff as she looked out over the edge watching the sun, which was beginning to rise over the edge of the horizon.

Looking at the orange rising sun, she decided to make a simple wish on a “star”, which most wouldn’t consider a star, but Angel needed something to wish on after seeing her “love” with no shirt on. In her mind, she began to make a wish on her own version of a star.

I wish I may, I wish I might, have this wish, I wish tonight... Angel began to say to herself as she felt a cold nose on her bare toe. Dear Lord, please let me fulfill my requirements of my job and fulfill the needs, wants, and desires of that sweet, half-naked man. If you know what I mean. And Lord...

Angelita tried to continue her wish, but a rumble of thunder caused the little dog at her feet to begin to whimper.

“Okay, Lil Tyke, we are going,” she said to the little dog picking him up and carrying him back into his master’s bedroom. She placed the little dog onto the bed, where his master was halfway sitting and halfway laying, still talking on the phone.

From the bed, Brian smiled at her before mouthing “Thank you” to her as she nodded before going over and getting Brian’s laundry before leaving to get the rest of the laundry that she had to get.

While sitting in the laundry room of the hotel waiting for her last load to get done, Angelita watched the small TV, where a meteorologist was speaking of a Severe Thunderstorm Warning for the county that she was in. As the man announced this, Angelita was happy that her laundry had finished and that she could grab the rest of it. She grabbed the last two baskets that were sitting on the table before piling one of them with the fresh towels, or should she say fresh stolen towels, that came from one dryer. The towels in that one dryer were all of the towels that the boys had collected throughout this tour. But as she opened the second dryer, her heart began to beat a little faster as she recognized the clothes that were in that dryer.

Howie’s clothes... she thought to herself.

Angelita controlled her urge to smell them as she unloaded the dryer, placing the clothes into the other basket that she had. Once collecting all of the clothes, she closed both of the dryers before piling the one basket on top of the other and picking them up in her arm as she made her way to the elevator. She waited for the elevator to arrive at the basement before climbing into the elevator. Placing the baskets of clothes onto the elevator floor, she pressed the button to the 20th floor, where the Boys’ suite is, and watches as the elevator doors close. She sits down on the plush couch that is in the rear of the elevator and closes her eyes for a few seconds as the elevator begins to rise, but her eyes are opened suddenly as the elevator stops. She sees that the elevator has stopped at the first floor. The sliding doors open letting “a happy-go-lucky” Howie into the elevator, who seems to just be coming back from going to that club with AJ and Kevin. Howie doesn’t notice her because his ear was permanently attached to the cell phone that was in his hand. Damn! Was I doing the laundry for this long? Angelita says before looking down at the pager that was hooked to her belt. The pager states that it is 2:30 A.M.

“Damn,” Angelita says to herself, but loud enough to get Howie’s attention.

“Angel? Mi amor?” Howie says after telling the person that he was talking to to hang on for a minute before turning to see the Boys’ personal assistant sitting on the seat of the elevator.

“Hello, Howie,” she said.

“What are you doing up at this time?” Howie questioned her.

“Finishing up the laundry,” Angelita said pointing to the baskets at her feet.

“Oh,” Howie said before going back to the conversation that he was having with the person on the phone. Howie continues to talk on the phone as the elevator goes from floor to floor.

And in order to not watch the sexy, desirable man in front of her, Angelita began to count the floors as the elevator rose.

10...11...12...13... Angelita counted to herself before stopping as the elevator began to make a noise and concern in Howie’s voice caused her to look at him.

“Hello...Hello...Can you hear me?” Howie said into the phone, but the connection to his phone went dead as the elevator began to shake before the lights started to flicker as the elevator came to a complete stand still as the electricity suddenly went out.

“Ahh,” Angelita squealed as the electricity went out leaving the two of them in darkness.

“Angel?” Howie said as he heard her squeal. Howie dropped the phone and moved himself from the front of the elevator, so that he could find her. He finally found her as he felt her arms go around his waist.

Shit, I should not be doing this, Angelita thought to herself as she wrapped her arms around Howie as he moved to stand in front of her. Howie holds her for a few minutes until the emergency lights in the elevator finally decide to come on.

“Are you okay, mi amor?” Howie asked her lifting her face to see tears falling down her cheek.

“Y...Yes,” she said shaking a little from being scared of both the broken down elevator and of her feelings for the man in front of her, but a smell coming from Howie’s mouth told her that he had been drinking and was probably concerned because of his drunken state.

“Okay, just sit down. I will see if I can get a hold of someone, who can tell us what is going on,” Howie said as he carefully removed her arms before first checking his cell phone. “Damn!”

“What?” she asked him.

“I have no service on my phone,” Howie explained to her before seeing the emergency phone that was under the buttons on the elevator’s wall. Howie opened the box and grabbed the red phone that was in the little cubicle. Howie put the phone to his ear and heard a dial tone before a voice saying.

Please dial ‘0’ and the front desk will pick up, the automated voice said to him.

“Perfect,” Howie said before pressing ZERO. The phone rang twice before a voice picked up on the other end.

“Hello, Fairmont Hotel and Resort front desk. Can you please hold?” the person said.

“No, I can’t hold. This is Howard Dorough and I am stuck in one of your elevators with my personal assistant. Can you please tell me what in the world is going on and give me an answer to what is happening?” Howie said to the man that had answered the phone.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Dorough. But it seems as if the storm has knocked the power out and the city’s repair crew is so busy that they won’t be able to fix the elevator until the morning. I’m really sorry, sir, but you may be stuck in the elevator over night,” the young man told Howie.

“I see. Well, I hope that you know that I and/or any of the other Backstreet Boys and crew will not be staying in your hotel ever again,” Howie told the man before hanging up the phone with a slam.

“What happened?” Angelita asked Howie as she watched the man, who was usually cool as a cucumber become furious with the person on the phone.

“We’re stuck. The electricity is out and the bastard can’t get a crew here until the morning,” Howie said sounding very frustrated.

“It’s okay, Howie. We will be fine,” Angelita said trying to assure him, but he would not listen to her as he began to ramble on and on in Spanish, which she could only understand a few of the words that he was saying. After a minute or two of listening to him, Angelita stood up and moved herself behind him before gently placing her hand onto his shoulder.

“Oh...I’m sorry, mi amor,” Howie said realizing that she was standing behind him. “I just have a lot on my mind.”

“It’s okay, Howie. I understand,” she said hoping to bring some calm to his heated exterior. She paused looking at him for a few minutes before saying, “Well, I guess we need to just wait it out, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess we do,” Howie said as he moved around her and sat down on the couch that she had been sitting on. Angelita sat down a little farther from him, but still close enough that he knew someone else was in the elevator.

******

About twenty minutes after the elevator had stopped, Howie looked over at the girl –- no, not girl -- but woman that had done their every will since the five of them had started to tour the world as the Backstreet Boys. Howie began to search his memories of what he knew about this young girl, but with a quick scan, he found that he actually knew nothing of this person, who probably knew every piece of *dirty* laundry that surrounded his *celebrity* life as a Backstreet Boy.

“Do you want to know what I just realized?” Howie commented breaking the silence between the two of them and turning to the young woman that was sitting next to him.

Good. Someone broke this horrible silence. All you can do is sit here listening to the creaking of this old elevator, but finally someone speaks, Angelita thought to herself before answering, “Okay.”

“I realized that you have been with us for...” Howie stopped not knowing what number to put into the sentence.

“Six years,” Angelita said to him.

“What?” he asked her.

“I have worked for you for the past six years,” Angelita explained to him.

“Wow, six years,” he said. “That’s a long time.”

“Yeah,” she said before thinking. Too long to be around the man that you love so much, but can’t have.

“Well, as I was saying, I just realized that I know nothing about you. I am sure that you know almost everything about me, but I know nothing about you. I see you everyday and you help out or get everything that I or the other boys need, but I know nothing about you. I mean I am one of your bosses. I should at least know...” Howie said rambling, but Angelita began to let his words just go into one ear and out the other as he continued to ramble.

He’s probably just rambling on and on because of his drunken state, Angelita thought to herself before noticing that his words had stopped.

“Mi amor, did you hear what I asked you?” Howie said noticing that she had a blank look on her face, which meant that she was probably not listening to him.

“Huh? Oh, sorry, I...” Angelita started, but Howie’s words stopped her.

“Don’t worry about it. I was probably rambling, but any how, I wanted to ask you...about you,” Howie said a little confused at his words.

“Oh, okay,” she said.

“I mean that you probably know all about me, but I know nothing about you,” Howie said to her. “And it seems that we do have time to get to know one another.”

“Yes...I guess...we do,” Angelita said a little nervous about telling him stuff about herself.

“Okay,” Howie said to her. “How about we do a game of twenty questions or something like that?”

“What do you mean?” she asked him.

“I mean that I will ask a question and then you can ask a question,” Howie said to her. “Or I can just ask questions of you. Which every way that you would like?”

“I guess that you can ask and I will answer,” Angelita said to him.

“Okay,” Howie said before thinking for a second or two until his first question came to mind. “Now, this may sound silly. I keep calling you ‘mi amor’ and I know that your name is Ang, but what is your full name?”

“It’s Angelita. Angelita Tristan Sanchez,” she said to him.

“Sad little angel,” Howie said.

“What?” she asked him.

“I was translating your name. It means ‘sad little angel’ but, that gets me to my second question. I was wondering where you are from,” Howie said to her.

“What do you mean ‘where I am from’?” she questioned him.

“I mean what is your hometown and what is your background,” Howie said to her.

“I am originally from Phoenix, Arizona. I moved to Orlando after high school in order to find a career,” she explained to him. “And I am half-Spanish and half-Hopi, which is a Native American tribe in Arizona.”

“Wow,” Howie said to her before just staring into her brown eyes.

“What?” she asked after feeling a bit uncomfortable with this man staring at her.

“You are very beautiful,” he said to her.

“Thank you,” she said turning a bit red.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Howie said before asking her the one question that she never thought she would hear from him. “May I kiss you?”

Without even thinking, she breathed the one word that he wanted to hear. “Yes,” she said to him. The two of them came together in a tender kiss. The kiss quickly changed into something else as he easily slid his arms around her pulling the t-shirt over her head and tossing it to the side before placing his hand on the top of the short that she was wearing down causing them to fall like a pool of silk at her feet. He let out a low gruntal moan noticing that she was only wearing a pair of dark purple thongs and no bra.

Howie helped her to lie down on top of the pile of towels that he took from the basket and laid onto the floor of the elevator. Once she was laying down, he laid down on top of her reclaiming her lips in a sweet, tender kiss that caused her to moan against his. He reached up linking their hands together as he began the sweet torture of her body that he knew he could claim as his for one night.

As he slowly began to once again descend down her body, the gentle plea that came from her mouth in the form of a whimper was the only clue that he needed to continue the sweet torture that he was performing on her body, but the sweet torture was not only a release for her, but also a release for him from the pain that had been ripping at his heart these past few days. A distant sound of thunder could he heard as he began to run his silky tongue down her neck before reaching the top of her left creamy breast. He gently took the mound into his hand causing her to shiver under his hand as he lightly ran a finger across her swelling nipple that tightened under his touch as he began to knead the mound. But the movement that sent the most waves of shock through her body was the feeling of his hot, silky tongue flicking out of his wet mouth across her right breast causing the nipple to harden before he closed his mouth over the nipple suckling it like a newborn child. The feel of his hot mouth against her caused a deep gruntal moan to escape from the bottom of her throat as he stopped kneading her breast taking its nipple into his mouth doing the same thing to it as he had done to the other.

Once satisfied that he had paid attention to her creamy breast and now harden nipples, he ran his tongue along the bottom of each breast before kissing a gentle trail down to her belly button placing a wet, warm kiss against it as the tip of his tongue snaked out and delicately licked around her belly button. He gave her a devilish grin for the first time that night as he slide down to the purple thongs that covered a mound of hair that already glistened from the wetness that she had for him. He put his hands on the side of her thongs and slid them down her body and off her body throwing them to the side. With the distraction gone, he took two fingers, he delicately spread her nether lips causing her whole body to shake as she felt his hot breath on her dripping wet core as he gently took her swollen nub into his mouth causing a gasp to escape her mouth. He carefully sucked her nub as he gently took a finger stroking her aching slit causing her hips to lift from the bed meeting his finger as he inserted one long finger into her. Her moaning began to get louder as he stuck one more finger into her joining the first before pushing them in and pulling them out in a slow, torturous rhythm that caused her to grip the bed sheet as he made her ready for him. He could feel her near the edge of her ecstasy, but stopped him torture as he heard her softly whimper to him.

"Please, I need you inside me," she moaned to him as he slide his fingers out of her completely before kissing his way back up her body stopping to drop sweet, little kisses on the places that he had tortured before. As he got back to her now pouting lips, he gently kissed her lips easily slipping his tongue into her mouth as she opened her arms welcoming him into them as she sat up with him, as he sat up onto his legs, before she ran her hands down the sweater that covered his muscular back pulling it off and over his hands. After removing his sweater, she ran her hands down his chest to the top of his pants pulling the button and fly apart to reveal the top of his silk boxers. She ran her hands into them moving them around his body to cup his tight ass into her hands, which caused him to lift himself from his legs, giving her enough room to remove his boxers and pants. He lifted off the bed for a moment letting her slide them down his legs and off his body throwing them to the side with the rest of their clothes. As they were discarded, she saw that his erection was hard and ready for her as much as she was ready for him.

He laid them both back down onto the floor covering her body with his as their mouths meet in another heated kiss. She gently moaned into his mouth as she felt his tip near her now throbbing core as she ran her hands down to his back gently raking her nails down it as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She let her legs move down to his tight ass gently pushing against it as an unspoken request for him to enter her, which he did in one fluid movement causing her insides to spread to its maximum capacity filling her completely and her to slightly moan in pain. The moan of pain caused him to look at her with a look of confusion and realization.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he whispered to her.

"You didn't ask," she said to him pulling him back down to kiss her as she lifted up her hips telling him to continue.

The two of them moaned together as he began to pull out of her before pushing back into her completely in a long, torturous motion setting their pace for that evening. The two of them continued this motion until she felt her walls begin to clamp around him in her own orgasm as he grew hard in her signaling his own release deep inside of her as they came together in deep gruntal moans against one another's mouths. As they came down from their ecstasy, he pulled out of her rolling onto his side trying not to squish her.

Without words, he wrapped his arms around her pulling her close to his body as she laid her head onto him listening to his heart pound against his chest as he ran his fingers down her back listening to her breathing become slower as she fell asleep in his arms. The feeling of her body against him and her rhythmic breathing brought a final needed sleep to his body.

**********

The next morning, Howie awoke to a movement and a blinding light; plus, a massive headache, but as he tried to move his arm to cover his eyes, he noticed that there was a weight on his arm. Howie looked down to see that the Boys’ personal assistant was lying on his chest wearing one of his tour jerseys, which matched her purple thongs.

Damn, what happened? Howie thought to himself before flashes started to show in his head: he could see himself coming back from the club; yelling at his girl, Stacy, on the phone; being stuck in the elevator with Angelita; making love – wait a minute, having a sex with Angelita, and then covering themselves up with clothes and towels before falling asleep.

The movement of the elevator and Howie’s arm caused Angelita to wake up and tried to figure out her surroundings. She opened her eyes to see that the basket of towels that she had worked on was now strewn throughout the elevator and that Howie’s clothes were...

Oh shit! Howie! Angelita said finally remembering what had happened in the elevator. After a few seconds, Angelita finally found the courage to look up at the person whose chest she had been sleeping on.

“Morning, mi amor,” Howie said as he noticed her looking at him.

“Morning,” she said as she sat up.

“I think they finally got it fixed,” Howie said as he saw that the elevator was moving slowly from fifteen to sixteen.

“Slowly, but surely,” she told him as she began to collect the clothes that were on the floor and putting them into the basket.

“Angel, we need to talk,” Howie said as he noticed that the girl was ignoring him.

“About what?” she asked as from the corner of her eye, she noticed that he was standing up.

“About last night,” Howie said to her, but before she could answer him, the elevator door opened to reveal the four other Backstreet Boys, plus their bodyguards standing in front of the elevator.

“HOWIE?”

“ANGEL?”

*********

After getting back from the club, AJ and Kevin had noticed that the elevator was broken. The man at the front desk said that the electricity caused the power to go out, but didn’t say anything else as he had to answer the phone. AJ and Kevin had just told the man fine before climbing the stairs to the twentieth floor. But as AJ woke up this morning, he noticed that Howie wasn’t in his room, which was across from his own. So, he decided to mention it to the Boys and see if they had heard from him.

“Yo, guys, have any of you seen Howie?” AJ asked as he walked out of Howie’s room and into the sitting area, where Nick and Brian were sitting on the couch watching TV, while Kevin was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and the newspaper.

“No...pe,” Nick said with a mouthful of cereal.

“Nick, don’t talk with your mouth full,” Kevin told him before answering AJ. “No, I haven’t. But the thing is that I also haven’t seen Ang. She’s usually the first one up and has coffee ready. But she wasn’t this morning.”

“Hmmm,” AJ said before grabbing his cell phone. “Let me see if I can get a hold of him.”

AJ got to Howie’s cell phone number before pressing the button for the phone to call his number. AJ listened to it before hearing an automated voice say: The cell phone recipient that you are trying to reach is currently out of range. Please try again later.

“Out of range? How can he be out of range?” AJ questioned.

“I don’t know, but something smells fishy about this,” Kevin said.

“Hey, I washed my feet,” Nick said.

“Shut up, Frack,” Brian said. “Howie and Angel are missing.”

“Don’t jump to conclusions, cuz. I am going to see if they are downstairs. I mean they could have just stayed down there since the elevator was broken,” Kevin said getting up and going to the door.

“I’m coming with you, cuz,” Brian said.

“Me, too,” AJ said to him.

“Wait, don’t leave me. I am coming, too,” Nick said jumping up from his seat.

The four Boys exited the room and, of course, so not to be mobbed had AJ’s bodyguard, Marcus, and Kevin’s bodyguard, Carlos, go with them. The four of them headed to the stairs, which were next to the elevator, but as they were going to go through the stair door, Brian noticed that the elevator was moving.

“Hey, the elevator is moving,” Brian said. “Maybe we should wait and take that. Because you never know that could be either Howie or Angel.”

“Fine,” Kevin said as he pressed the DOWN button and waited for the elevator to arrive. The elevator slowly made its way to their floor, but nothing prepared them for what they found behind the silver sliding doors of the elevator.

“...last night,” Howie was saying, but was interrupted as Kevin saw him.

“Howie?” Kevin asked noticing their friend before looking down on the floor to see that the Boys’ personal assistant was sitting on the floor in nothing but a jersey and a pair of very small underwear. “Angel?”

“Guys, it is so good to see you,” Howie said forgetting what he was telling Angelita.

“What happened last night, Howie? Where were you?” AJ asked his friend.

“We got stuck in the elevator after the electricity went out. I called the front...” Howie said explaining to the rest of them what had happened, which was perfectly fine with Angel. While Howie explained, she had enough time to escape. Forgetting all about the laundry, she grabbed her t-shirt and shorts that she had worn last night before quickly getting up and running as quick as she could to her room.

Out of the seven of them that were now standing in front of the elevator, Kevin was the only one to notice Angelita sneak past them and run for her room. But the thing that he noticed the most was that she wasn’t wearing her usual ‘laundry clothes’ that she usually wore, but that she was wearing one of Howie’s purple Backstreet jerseys.

Hmm, I guess I need to remember to go and talk to her later, Kevin said before turning back to his friends.

********

When the talk from Kevin did come later that day, Angelita told him a lie saying that the two of them just got stuck and fell asleep, and since her clothes were uncomfortable, Howie had let her borrow his shirt. Kevin just went with the young girl’s story, but made sure to give her some advice.

“Don’t do anything to get your heart broken, Ang,” Kevin told her as he sat on the bed next to her.

“Don’t worry, Kevin. I won’t,” she told him.

“Good, but remember...” Kevin said lifting her face up to look at him. “Remember, I will always be here if you need me or even if you just want to talk.”

“I know, Kevin. I know,” Angelita told him.

“Good. Well, I got to get back to packing. See you on the bus, right,” Kevin said.

“Yeah, I will be there,” Angelita said before watching as the man that had become a friend and father to her got up and left the room. Angelita looked out of the window before asking herself, “How am I ever going to survive being on a bus with HIM, now?”

Nearly two weeks after the ELEVATOR INCIDENT as Angelita had begun to call her little adventure with Howie, she began to get over her feelings for the man as she found out that he had a girlfriend. A girlfriend that he didn’t tell her about when he decided to take advantage of her in the elevator. A girlfriend that could love him and could share his bed with him, but not her. She was just their assistant and that was how it was supposed to be. And so after several nights of crying and wanting to be back in his arms, her life seemed to go back to normal. She did whatever the Boys wanted and they respected her for her work. And now even as she sat on the edge of the stage hemming a pair of pants that Nick had ripped the seam of, she felt confident that everything was back to normal. But as she watched the Boys rehearsed for their show that night, things began to change as she noticed that Howie keep winking at her and during a part where the Boys had their shirts undone a bit, she noticed that Howie ran his hand down his body.

Did he just do that for me? No, Ang, it is just your mind playing tricks on you. He doesn’t feel anything for you. No matter how many sleepless nights that you have had, he feels nothing for you, Angel told herself as she looked down at the pants instead of the man that was teasing her.

After she finished working on sewing the pants and happy to get out of the area of that man, the Boys’ manager asked her to get some lunch. Of course this being her job, Angelita went to the SUBWAY that was across from the arena and got the Boys some lunch knowing exactly what each of them wanted since she had worked with them for so long. As she ordered Howie’s regular sandwich, she could feel a slight tingle in her stomach from just knowing what the man wanted and from just being able to hold something of his. A few minutes later, she went back into the arena and set up a small table in one of the rooms backstage for the Boys to eat before going back and telling their manager that lunch was ready for the boys.

"Thanks, Miss Sanchez,” John Marks, the Boys’ manager, said before going onto the stage and stopping the rehearsal that the Boys were having. “I’m sorry, Fatima, but Miss Sanchez has lunch ready. Boys, you have thirty minutes to eat and then back on stage for another short rehearsal before the meet-and-greet.”

“Yummy, food,” Nick said as he ran off the stage calling to their assistant. “Thanks, Ang.”

“No problem,” she told Nick before telling both AJ and Brian ‘you’re welcome’ to their ‘thanks’ as they went past her.

“Gracias, mi amor,” Howie said winking at her.

“De nada,” she said back to him before watching as Howie followed the other Boys. As she watched him, she let out a sigh that Kevin could hear.

“Ang, you okay?” he asked her.

“Yeah, Kevin, I’m fine,” she told him.

“Okay,” he said before starting to walk off, but stopped and turned back to her. “Hey, Ang?”

“Yeah, Kevin?” she said.

“You remember what I said, right?” he asked her.

“Yes, I remember,” she told him.

“Good,” Kevin said before walking off to get to his lunch, before Nick or Brian could take and eat it.

*********

About twenty minutes after the Boys had gone to lunch, Angel began to wander around the stage that the Boys would be performing on as she noticed that the crew had already lifted up the piano that Kevin used during the concert. Angel looked around the arena noticing that all of the staff, crew, and workers for the Boys had gone to get themselves something to eat or just to take a break. Seeing that no one was in the room with her, Angel carefully walked up the stairs before gently rubbing her fingers over the ivory piano keys that could make such wonderful music as Kevin’s fingers played them.

Hmm, would it sound good for me? Only one way to find out, Angel thought to herself before sitting down on the white seat of the piano. She pressed one of the keys, which played a low ‘A’ sound.

“It’s tuned,” Angel said before asking herself. “But what should I play?”

After pressing a few more keys, she finally figured out the song that her fingers began to play. Why this one, Angel? I thought you were over him, her thoughts asked her as her fingers began to play one of Howie’s favorite songs. Yet, without thinking any more, she gently closed her eyes and let her voice finally tell the thoughts that had been swimming around in her mind these past few weeks. In the end, she really wanted him to have him again and have him back in her life.

***********

Thirty minutes after going to lunch, the Boys finally made their way back to the stage knowing that John would want them to be on time for their rehearsal, but the sound of music and a powerful voice coming from the arena caught Kevin’s ear.

“I totally beat you at Mario...” Nick was telling Brian, but Kevin hushed him.

“Shhh, guys, listen,” Kevin told them. The Boys stopped what they were doing and began to listen to the sound of a female voice singing. With the rest of the Boys following him, Kevin walked around the curtain of the stage to see that Angel was sitting at the piano that he used for the concert and was finishing singing a song.

Nothing prepared Angel for the sound she heard as she finished her song. As she played the last note, a round of applause from the side of the stage caused her to open her eyes. She looked around and finally saw all five of the Boys standing at the side of the stage clapping their hands for her. As she saw them, Angel jumped up from the seat and was about to say ‘sorry’ but couldn’t as the Boys began to compliment her.

“Bravo,” Nick said to her.

“Damn good,” AJ said giving her a whistle.

“Thank you...I think,” she said to them as she walked down the steps to stand next to them.

“Ang, girl, where did that come from? You never told us that you could play,” Kevin said to her.

“Just had a little inspiration,” she said looking at Howie for a quick second before putting her head down.

“Dang, I wish I knew your muse. Maybe they could help me with my song,” Brian said to her.

He’s closer than you think, Angel thought to herself before telling Brian, “Don’t worry, Bri. You will find your muse.”

“I hope so,” Brian said to her before John came back onto the stage with Fatima.

“Okay, Boys, back to work,” Fatima told them.

**********

That night after the concert was over, Angelita found herself sitting in the middle of her sitting area folding the piles and piles of freshly washed clothes that surrounded her. In order to speed up her progress, she decided to put on her favorite U2 CD, which had her favorite song WITH OR WITHOUT YOU on it. As the song began to play, she began to sing along with Bono’s voice.

As she was singing the song to herself, she heard a knock on the door. Thinking that it was the room service that she had called, she paused her music and got up walking to the door as she told them, “Coming.” As Angel opened the door, she wasn’t prepared for the person that she saw on the other side.

**********

After another yelling match with Stacy, Howie had to find someone to talk to. But as he wandered around the hall, he didn’t know who to talk to until he found himself in front of a particular door. From the outside the door, Howie could hear the gentle, edgy sound of U2’s WITH OR WITHOUT YOU being played, but a female voice was singing along with the song as Howie lifted his hand to knock onto the door.

Please talk to me, Howie said to himself before hearing her sweet voice say, “Coming.”

“Howie?” Angelita said as she opened her door to see the man that she was trying to forget in front of her door.

“Can I come in, mi amor?” he asked her.

“Sure,” she said moving out of the way to allow him to enter.

“Thanks,” he said as he entered.

“So, what can I do...” she tried to ask him, but was stopped as she felt him press her body against the door and capture her lips with him. The kiss that he had started last for quite a while that neither of them knew who had started what, but Angel’s mind finally caused her to break it.

STOP THIS, ANGEL. HE HAS A GIRLFRIEND, Angel’s mind yelled at her.

“Stop...stop please,” she said to him.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he pulled back from her. Angel didn’t know what to say, so she did the thing that she had been doing for the past few weeks to avoid this man. She walked off into her bedroom leaving him standing them.

********

Trying to hold back the tears that she could feel, Angelita stood in front of the large window looking at the city lights of Dallas, Texas. Yet, without hearing his entrance into the bedroom that was separate from the living area where she left him, she felt a pair of soft, strong arms surrounded her waist and pulled her back into the strong, hard chest of the man that she loved, but couldn’t have.

"We can't..." she said beginning to protest, but it was no use.

"Just tonight, no regrets," he huskily whispered into her ear as he began to slowly kiss my neck. She didn't know what to do next, should she go with her feeling and give him the love that he needed or should she stop and tell him to leave, going off to ruin the rest of his life. Tears began to fall down her cheeks.

"I..." Ang started but was stopped as he leaned down softly brushing his soft, cool lips against hers in a sweet kiss. This time she couldn't stop the kiss because he slowly snaked his tongue out and softly caressed her lips causing her to open her mouth to the sensation. The mingling of their tongues brought a soft moan from the back of her throat.

With this sound, he knew that he had her in the palm of his hand and there was no turning back on her part or his. As he softly broke the kiss, the two of them were breathless and as she got her breath back, she told him again, "We can't do this."

"All I want is one night. One night in your arms, away from the madness and pain," he told her. "Please just one night. No regrets."

The pleading in those strong, beautiful eyes made her forgot all the rest of the world and focus on just him and herself as she breathed the one word that he wanted to hear against his lips. "Yes," she told him as his lips softly crushed against hers. As his lips played against hers in a sweet, yet sexual motion, she could feel one of his arms slowly run down her body before the other wrapped around her back hoisting her up into his arms. Their lips continued to be pressed together as the fluid motion of him doing that movement caused a slight moan to escape the back of her throat. She opened her eyes and gazed into his eyes finding the love and passion there as he slowly laid her down on the bed. The softness of the bed became a new feeling to her; everything in this man's arms became a new feeling for her. She lifted her hand and stroked his cheek as he looked into her brown eyes, before slowly leaning forward and brushing his soft, cool lips against hers in another kiss.

He slowly pulled back, breaking our kiss as he gazed into her eyes. A softly whispered, “I love you,” came from her lips as his hands slipped down her body until they reached her hips. Tears began to form in her eyes as he pulled back using one simple phrase to sweep her away, "Te quero, mi amor. Te quero."

As the tears now streaming down her face fogged her vision, he pulled her closer to him and wiped the tears away with the pad of his thumb before their mouths met in another heated, passionate kiss. He slowly slid his body over hers, as he slid his tongue into her mouth caressing her tongue in long, sensual strokes once again. His soft, strong hands slowly lifted the sweatshirt that she had been wearing over her head before he slowly broke our kiss as he trailed sweet little kisses down her neck and onto her chest. He smiled at her sexily as he slowly set his lips over her bra-covered nipple of her left breast. He softly kissed it before moving over to the right one and doing the same thing. He softly kissed her lips as he took one of his fingers and undid the hooks of her bra, which connected in the front. He slowly pulled her bra off before kissing her bare breasts.

After softly kissing each breast, he slid slowly down her body kissing every inch of it before stopping at her belly button. He slid his cold, wet tongue into it causing her to giggle. She kept laughing until she felt his finger slid down into her shorts and into the pair of small panties that she had on. She gasped as he slid one of his fingers into her wet center, feeling to see how wet she already was for him. Her gasps became moans as he slowly slid another finger in before he began to pull them out and in, in long, sensual strokes. Her breathing became ragged as she felt herself coming but he pulled his fingers all the way out before he quickly slid off her shorts and panties with one hand as he licked the other hand off.

He found his way back to her mouth and kissing her passionately letting her taste herself for the first time from his lips as she slid her arms up and around his back. Their tongues started an intimate war as she slid them down his back until she felt the soft silk material of his sweat pants. She slowly slid them off, leaving him in his boxers. The moment where he threw his pants to the side, she could see that he was very much in a state of arousal and he saw her eyes staring at him. He softly smiled to himself before saying, "Don't worry. I will be very gentle." She couldn't speak to him, but she just simply nodded and watched as he lay back down on top of her. As he kissed her once again, he guided her hands to the bottom of his shirt. She followed his motions and in one fluid movement, the sweatshirt that he had been wearing was now on the floor with the rest of her clothes. As he lay back down on top of her, the now naked, soft, cool skin of his body against hers made goose bumps appear all over her body and this brought a soft, sweet laugh from his lips. The soft laughter from his lips became an icebreaker for the whole situation as she reached up and pulled him back down to kiss his now laughing lips.

As he once again lay down on top of her, she slowly broke their kiss and said in a soft, yet sexual voice. "I need you, I want you," she said before lifting her legs around his back sliding them down to the waistband of his boxers. The material slid easily between her toes and she slid them off of him tossing them to the side with her foot. She linked her legs back around his waist as he stopped us for a moment looking into her eyes as if to ask her if she really wanted this. The pleading look of pleasure, pain, and sorrow filling her eyes told him that the both of them needed this moment.

"I'll be as gentle as I can," he said before he slowly slid into her. The pain of his entry and the pain of her heart falling apart became one in the same as he stayed that way for a few moments letting her get used to him. He looked into her eyes for a sign to continue, she didn't answer the unspoken question but she softly kissed his soon-to-be forbidden lips as he knew her answer. He slowly started to thrust in and out of her in long, full filling strokes.

As he did this, he began to kiss her neck again as they became faster and faster. She began to moan deeply and threw her one hand up to the bedpost to hold on for the ride of her life. Probably the only one for a long time with this man, she thought to herself as he kept hitting her sensitive, hot spot as he pulled in and out of her. She could feel her climax coming as her walls tightened around him as his thrusts got deeper and deeper into her. The both of them came together in cries of passion, that he softly muffled by kissing her deeply as she began to say the three forbidden words as he shot his load deep inside of her.

He softly pressed his damp, strong body against hers, so not to crush her, as they caught our breath. After they had found their breath, he softly pulled out of her before rolling onto his back - taking her with him. She was lying with her cheek pressed against his chest, listening to his pounding heart as he softly caressed her back causing her to drift off to sleep.

**********

A REFUGE FOR HIM...A REFUGE.

That’s all she would ever be. All she could ever be was his refuge. For the next month and a half, that’s what happened. After getting into an argument with his girl or just wanting to have the plain fun of sex, he would come to her.

Even when she started to feel sick, she would let him hop into her bed and she would let him have his way with her. Did she enjoy the moments that she had with this forbidden man – YES. But all of it would stop in total heartbreak as they arrived in Las Vegas three months after it all had started.

********

Las Vegas, Nevada – the place of love, gambling, and pain. Pain was something that a young girl in the MGM Grand Hotel felt as she watched a tall, blond woman run towards the man that she loved.

“HOWARD!” a shrill voice called out from the middle of the lobby as the Boys arrived. The woman, who belonged to the annoying voice, ran up to Howie and planted wet kisses on his cheeks before kissing him deeply.

The sight of this ‘thing’ kissing Howie caused Angel’s stomach, which had been quite unsettled for the past few weeks, begin to turn that she could feel her lunch that she had had on the bus begin to rise.

“Excuse me,” she said as she pushed past Howie and the blond bimbo to run for the girl’s bathroom.

“Rude bitch,” the blond said. “Who was she?”

“Stacy, that was Angelita,” Howie said to her.

“And what is an Angelita?” Stacy asked.

“Excuse me, but she is a human being. Plus, she is also our personal assistant,” Kevin said as he walked past Howie and his ‘thing’ with the rest of the guys following them.

“What? Personal assistant? Why do you guys need a personal assistant?” Stacy asked following Kevin and the rest of the Boys.

“To help to do our stuff that we can’t do,” Kevin said to her.

“Oh, I see, Richardson. She’s your whore,” Stacy said to Kevin.

“What did you just say?” Kevin said as he whipped around and stared at the blond bitch.

“I said that she is your who...” Stacy began to say, but was stopped as Howie kissed her words pulling her away from the rest of the guys.

“BITCH,” Kevin said as he pushed the stairs door open and decided to cool his frustration by walking part of the way up the stairs.

********

After throwing up all of her lunch and finally getting her stomach settled, Angelita pulled herself together and began to do her job. She spent the day doing errands for the Boys and collecting laundry that she knew had to be done. But after avoiding Howie’s room all morning long, she finally decided to go to see if Howie needed anything. Angel lifted her hand and knocked on Howie’s door.

“Coming,” Howie’s voice said to her. Howie opened the door surprised to see her. “Angel? What do you need?”

You, she said to herself before saying, “Hello, Howie. I came to see if you had any laundry or needed anything.”

“No, I think...” Howie began to say, but was interrupted by Stacy’s voice.

“Excuse me but we do need some ice for our champagne, so we can celebrate our anniversary,” Stacy said to her.

“Stacy, don’t boss, Ang...” Howie began to say but she interrupted him.

“Excuse me, Howard, she may be your *personal assistant*, but soon she will have to listen to me,” Stacy said before saying the thing that caused Angel to run. “I mean we are going to be married soon.”

At those words, Angel drops the clothes that she had been holding and ran down the hallway with tears flowing down her cheeks.

“ANGELITA, STOP,” Howie screams, but she doesn't. Howie’s screams brings the other boys out of their rooms. Kevin, who had been the first out of his room, sees Angelita run past him with tears flowing down her cheeks. He watches as she pushes herself into her room before slamming the door behind her.

**********

“Damn, if looks could kill, I think that Howie’s bimbo would have been six feet under,” Nick whispered to Brian as they walked back into Nick’s room to continue their game.

“Yeah,” Brian said before looking down the hall at Angel’s door, “Should we go and check on her?”

“She’ll be fine,” Kevin said as he came over and stood behind Brian.

“Damn, cuz, don’t scare me like that,” Brian said.

“Sorry,” Kevin said before saying. “Brian, can I talk to you alone?”

“Sure,” Brian said before looking at Nick.

“Okay, okay. I know when I am not wanted,” Nick said before calling out to AJ, who was just starting to close his door. “Yo, Bone, wait a minute.”

“What’s up, cuz?” Brian asked after Nick followed AJ into his room.

“Not here,” Kevin said as he made Brian follow him to his room. “Come in.”

“What’s going on, cuz?” Brian asked.

“This,” Kevin said showing him the object that he held in his hand.

The bright, blinking lights of Las Vegas, Nevada were nothing but blurry dots in her as she sat on the window seat of her 27th floor suite at the MGM Grand Studio Hotel. The thoughts of that first blissful month now felt like a sword piercing her broken heart as she remembered that first night, which had been the one to bring her the most pain, but the biggest pain came as she remembered hearing the words from that thing of a woman.

...we are getting married soon, the woman’s voice said into her heard.

Those words brought her out of her thoughts as she knew her final decision as she heard the phone ring for the second time in the past four hours as she had sat here wandering what she should do. But the voice on the other end of the phone told her what she had to do.

She got up from the window seat and sat down on the bed as she answered the phone. “Hello,” she said as clear as she could through her worn voice from crying.

“Miss Sanchez, I have an outside call from Delta Airlines for you. Would you like to take the call or have a message taken?” the woman’s voice said.

“I will take the call,” she said.

“Very well,” the woman said before saying, “I will transfer you.”

“Thank you,” Angelita said before hearing the phone beep once before a male voice spoke to her.

“This is Dave from Delta Airlines. Is this Angelita Sanchez?” the man said to her.

“Yes, this is she,” Angelita told him.

“Well, Miss Sanchez, I called to tell you that we have found you a spot on the 11:55 flight to Orlando. We have your tickets ready at the Delta ticket office. Please be sure to be here at least twenty minutes early for check-in,” the man said to her.

“Don’t worry. I will be,” she told him.

“Very well, miss. And thank you for choosing Delta,” the man said.

“No, thank you,” Angelita said before telling the man ‘good-bye’ before hanging up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, the words from her previous call and message on her phone were fresh in her mind as she listened to the message again. The message was so perfect and memorized in her mind as she listened to it once again. The automated voice began in her ear...

You have one missed message. Message One: Miss Sanchez, this is Linda at the Denver Health Clinic. I am calling on behalf of Dr. Phillips to tell you the results of your blood test. Congratulations, Miss Sanchez, you are three months pregnant...

As soon as the message hit that one phrase, Angelita turned the machine off before saying out loud.

“Yes, congratulations to me. Pregnant with the baby of a man that is engaged to another woman. But I guess he shouldn’t worry because he will never know,” Angelita said as she moved from the bed to begin packing her stuff.

*************

About twenty minutes after getting her call from Delta, Angelita was still packing her belongings as someone knocked on the door to her room. Without walking over to the door and thinking that it was the bellboy coming to help her with her suitcases, she told the person to come in.

“The door is unlocked, so come on in,” she told the person before looking up as the person, or should she say people, entered the room. Angelita was shocked to see Kevin and Brian, her two confidants and closest friends on tour, standing near her door.

“We know that you are leaving,” Brian tells her.

“How?” she asked.

“The front desk called Kevin to confirm your reservation, since you used the card that John gave you,” Brian explained.

“Called Kevin? Why?” she asked.

“My name is on the card. Every airline has to call either John or me to confirm the reservation,” Kevin told her.

“Just tell me one thing. Tell me that you didn’t cancel my reservation,” she questioned.

“No, but please stay, Angel. Don’t run off,” Brian told her.

“I can't stay,” she tells him as she turns continuing to throw her clothes into her bag. She turns back to them as Kevin tells her.

“I know why you are leaving,” Kevin says.

“I’m leaving on my own wi...” Angelita says, but Kevin interrupts her.

“You are leaving because of this,” he said showing her the pregnancy test that he had found on the bus that morning and had shown to Brian.

“Where did you get that?” she asked.

“I found it on the bus,” Kevin said before lying, “Lil Tyke was playing with it.”

“Yeah,” Brian said looking at Kevin as if he was insane, but went along with Kevin’s story.

“Sorry, Kevin, but that’s not mine,” Angelita said. “It must be someone else’s.”

“Angelita, I know that it is yours. You are the only girl that is on our bus,” Kevin explained to her.

“Fine, it’s mine,” she said zipping up her bag. “But telling you that is not going to change my mind. I am leaving.”

“You can’t leave, Ang. You have to tell him. You have to tell Howie about the baby,” Kevin said which caused Brian to look at him, but Angel didn’t have to look because she knew that Kevin would have figured it all out.

“I can't,” she said and with that, she leaves the room running as she is carrying a single bag over her shoulder. Kevin follows her out of the room and catches her as she gets into the elevator.

“He doesn’t know it yet, but he does love you,” Kevin tells her. “Only if that were true,” Angelita said to him before leaving them standing there as the doors close.

*********

An hour after Angelita had left, Howie, Stacy, Nick, and AJ come back from dinner to see Kevin sitting on the floor waiting for them in the hallway outside of Howie’s door.

“Kevin?” AJ said causing Kevin to look up. AJ can see that Kevin looked much stressed, but before he could ask him anything. Kevin looks at Howie and tells him.

“Before you ask or find out anything, I wanted to tell you. She left,” Kevin said.

“Who left?” Nick asks.

“Angelita?” Howie says knowing the answer.

“Yes,” Kevin said.

“Where? Where is she, Kev?” Howie asks.

“At the airport,” Kevin tells her. “She’s getting on the 11:55 Delta Airlines plane back to Orlando.”

“I have to go after her,” Howie tells them.

“You go after her, Howard Dorough, and the wedding is off,” Stacy tells him. Howie ignores her and just turns taking his bodyguard with him as he races back to the elevator to go after Angelita.

The hustle and bustle of Las Vegas’s International Airport was nothing new for the young girl that sat near the Delta Airlines gate. Wiping away the tears that were welling up in her eyes, she stared at the pictures in the small photo album that was lying in her lap. So many of the pictures had that one particular man in them, but now, she would only know him as the father of her baby. As she flipped through the book, an automated voice called over the intercom.

“THE ELEVEN FIFTY-FIVE FLIGHT TO ORLANDO, FLORIDA IS NOW BOARDING AT GATE 12. ALL FIRST-CLASS PASSENGERS PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TOWARD THE GATE,” the voice said.

“I guess this is it,” she said to herself as she got up placing her lonely bag over her shoulder before carrying it toward the gate, where the smiling blond attendant was waiting. As Angelita got to the gate, she handed the lady her ticket, which she had picked up twenty minutes earlier from the same desk.

“Have a nice flight, ma’am,” the flight attendant told her as she handed her the ticket back. Angelita just nods as she starts to walk down the walkway toward the plane. As she gets to the door, she has the sudden feeling to turn back. But as she does, she sees Howie running for the plane and calling out her name.

“ANGELITA, MI AMOR! PLEASE WAIT,” Howie calls out to her. But she doesn’t stop or go back, all Angelita does is turns around and goes down the walkway before getting onto the plane that would take her away from all the pain that she was feeling.

1. WHAT WILL HAPPEN NOW?
2. WILL SHE FINALLY TELL HOWIE ABOUT THE BABY
3. OR WILL HE NEVER KNOW?
4. WILL HE EVER FIND HER AGAIN?
5. WILL HE EVER TRULY LEARN THAT SHE IS HIS TRUE LOVE?
6. WILL SHE EVER FIND OUT THAT SHE WAS THE TRUE SUBJECT FOR HIS SONG?

AND FINALLY, WHAT DOES KEVIN HAVE TO DO WITH ALL OF THIS?

THE ANSWERS TO THESE QUESTIONS AND MANY MORE CAN BE FOUND IN THE SEQUEL...SO, IF YOU WANT TO KNOW MORE OF THE STORY, THEN PLEASE GO AND READ THE SEQUEL: