Wrong:
Disclaimer: No one here is mine except for Alesha. Buffy, Angel & Co belong to Joss and friends.
Spoilers: Tiny bit of S3 BtVS and A-TS but this is my universe.
Rating: PG
Thanx: DB/SMG and everyone who begged me to write a sequel.
Author’s Notes: To understand what is going on you really need to read the first story in this series ‘WRONG’ which can be found at Land of Denial and The BAFFA ‘DESTINY CORRECTED’ takes up five months after ‘WRONG’ finished.
Part Two
BUFFY:
If I didn’t know him better I would swear that Angel was on something. Since he had returned from work he had been grinning from ear to ear and waiting on Alesha and I hand foot and finger. He’d even offered to patrol. Something was up. It wasn’t that I wasn’t grateful, just intrigued.
"I’ve taken tomorrow off."
"Why?"
"No reason. Just thought I’d spend the day around the house, help with Alesha, that kind of thing."
My suspicions grew but I kept them to myself. "That’ll be lo...ely..."
"Wakey wakey my sleeping beauty."
I fought to get my eyes open.
"God, I must have been tired. What time is it?"
"Noon."
"NOON!" I started to get out of bed. "Alesha.."
"Is fine. I gave her a bottle, changed her, played with her and now she is having a nap. You however need to get dressed."
"What’s going on Angel?"
"All will be revealed..."
"Buffy! Hurry up."
I made my way downstairs, "What’s up?"
"Look outside."
I went to the window and looked. Parked at the kerb was a black Ferrari Testarossa complete with driver. I turned back to Angel, "What’s going on?"
"The rest of your day is all arranged. I’m taking care of Alesha and you are going to be pampered. The last year or so has been hard for you, it’s about time you had some quality r and r."
"Angel?" I was confused.
"Just get your purse and go! Everything is taken care of. The driver will drop you back here at nine. Go and enjoy yourself..."
Angel had seen to it that my every whim would be taken care of. Aromatherapy massage, manicure, pedicure, make up and then off to the shops with his gold card! I had a wonderful time and was completely relaxed by the time the driver dropped me back at the house.
I opened the door and stopped dead. Candles filled every available surface, silks and satins were draped around and the floor was scattered with cushions and rugs.
I put my bags down and shut the door behind me.
"Angel?"
"In here Lover." His voice was sensuous and low. I headed in the direction it had come from...
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