Contrary to Being There this, despite the prologue, will be in third person. :D It's weird, but I think I can do it better that way. Mmhmm.

Summary: Scarlet Wrimming would sooner forget, Abram Mallory would rather not, Asher Grayson would like to not think, Ami Wrimming would hope for loosing it, Jeff Hart would keep wishing for one more night, Donna Dominique would hate to get what she wants, while Derek Grayson would prefer everyone to keep it in their pants.

It shows how much I'm on fanfictiondotnet that I almost put a disclaimer. XD

Warnings: underage drinking (for the U.S.), smoking, non-graphic sex, adult themes, language, a maleXmale couple, and family drama almost worthy of a V. C. Andrews book. ;) Just kidding about that last one. I'm not nearly as amazing as she was.

Dancing within Temptation

Prologue

I would have been offended if anyone thought I didn't love my mother. Ami was my mother, after all. Despite the shitty job she did of it, I did, do, love her. I love my father too, but Duncan hadn't been all that big a part of my emotional life since he had gone off and gotten hitched to a brunette bitch, who never really liked me. I was the "red headed stepchild" in a very literal sense.

There was a lot of hate in mine and Ami's relationship. She never really grew up after having me and though my grandparents pushed her through school and into college she only half heartedly got into the fashion scene. When my grandparents died, she dropped out of her work completely, taking the million's they had left her and Duncan's millions that she had gotten in their divorce. It was clear that Ami and I would never have to work a day for the rest of our lives. Fights were common, and as I grew older I stopped trying to get back at her with cheap shots. Unfortunately, Ami did not. It was just life, though.

I wish it would have just gone like I thought it would. I loved Ami, but I was a person too. I couldn't have predicted what happened. I was sorry. Just not sorry enough.

It was just so bittersweet dancing within temptation.

Asher Grayson had been to parties like the one he was in before and he was certain this wouldn't be his last. The room was a mix was serious talking business men and women and the moving, writhing bodies of dancers. He stood apart from them; drink in his hand, having no inclination to move to either one of the groups.

When a woman swayed her way over to him, he had been expecting it for quite some time. It happened like that every time he came. Asher would be the first to say that he, regrettably, enjoyed it.

Ami Wrimming wasn't the most beautiful woman in the room, but she was in the top twenty. Asher was sure if he waited just a bit longer he could have had one of the others, but there was no way to tell. There was something in the way the woman swung her hips, and looked into his eyes that swept the other chances he could have had away. It wasn't often that he found a woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

Over all it was a good night. Asher wished he could say that for what happened afterward.

A/N: Yeah, that's it. Hope people are reading this and liked it. I don't know when the next chapter will be up, but it'll be longer than a week, I can definitely tell you that. Sorry, my updating schedule sucks ass.