So I decided to do another story... I was inspired to do this by a movie I watched at my boyfriend's house and to be honest I loved it so much I decided to write this my own version. I hope you enjoy it because it's a really cool story line! -Bex
Caitlyn sighed as she threw the sheets of paper down on her glass coffee table and went to the kitchen. Why me? she asked herself repeatedly every day. She held her hand on her none existent baby as a tear slipped down her face. Her and her soon to be ex-husband were trying for a baby for three years until they finally decided to stop trying. He had sent her divorce papers the week after they gave up.
That was three months ago. And at age 25, she was getting a divorce already.
She grabbed her handbag from the counter island and grabbed the keys to her newly bought Porsche and went out, securing her land by putting in the security code. If she ever forgot to do that, her home PA, Jessica would help with that.
Getting into her car, she reversed out of her compound and onto the streets of Los Angeles, California to the nearest Starbucks coffee complex.
She had Mitchie Torres, Mazzy P and Connect 3 on repeat on the radio. She had lost contact with all five of them five years ago. Last she heard, Mitchie and Shane were engaged and Nate had Dana. Mara and Jason were re-starting their relationship. She was happy for them all, except Dana and Nate. Oh, she despised that couple. She had always thought her and Nate would end up together. Only because they promised each other, five years ago, that if none of them were married by the age of 26, they would at least try dating because they trusted and knew each other well. If you count knowing each other for 13 years before the loss of contact 'knowing each other well'.
She parked her car at a parking space and got out with her handbag, pressing the button 'lock' on her keys and went inside the coffee smelled shop. She ordered her favorite beverage. "Still cinnamon caramel latte?" Asked Leila, the cashier.
"Yeah." Caitlyn smiled. "Never get tired of it." She added.
"Good. Here you go. Stay good looking, good lookin'." Leila winked playfully after receiving Caitlyn's cash.
"Oh, you know it." Caitlyn retorted, smiling at her, turning. She had barely gotten four steps forward before a little kid bumped into her, sending her scorching hot beverage soaking her newly white shirt. She gasped at the heat as everyone suddenly recognized her and started taking pictures. Some of the sane people, Leila, helped clean it up.
"Oscar! I warned you about running!" A familiar voice said. Caitlyn's body stood with shock as the coffee smell hit her pencil skirt. She was afraid to look to the side. "I am so sorry!" A man with ray bans and a hood up said. "He's so hyper since I gave him a muffin. Look, I'll pay for dry cleaning and a new coffee." He said, noticing the smell. "Oh, I love cinnamon caramel too." He grinned. Oh she knew. Caitlyn turned and faced him, her eyes narrowing as he gasped. "Caitlyn?!"
"Nathaniel." She suddenly shivered. Nate quickly got more tissues and dabbed at her shirt before she grabbed it off him and dabbed herself. "Pleasant surprise." She mumbled.
"Oh my gosh. Caity-"
"Caitlyn." Caitlyn corrected, eyeing the little frightened boy.
"Caitlyn," Nate paused. "I am sorry for this. Again, I'll do as I promised." He quickly ordered a new cinnamon caramel latte which Leila had conveniently made and paid for it before holding it for her. "Uh, follow me." He said to Caitlyn. "Os, come on." He tilted his head out the door.
"'I'm really sorry." Oscar said quietly. Caitlyn's posture slackened and she bent down to his height.
"It's ok. I didn't like the top anyway. It wasn't me." She smiled, rubbing his arm and standing back up. "Ready to follow." She addressed Nate. He nodded and they went out.
She followed him to his Range Rover and stood to the side awkwardly.
"Do you have a change of clothes?" Nate asked, doing Oscar's seatbelt up.
"At my office." Caitlyn replied.
"I heard about your record label getting yet another platinum record. Congrats." He smirked. She smirked too and leaned on the door, looking at him. "How far is it?" He asked.
"Just about five minutes away. Great walking distance for my office PA." Caitlyn replied.
"You have a ride?" He asked, closing Oscar's door and facing her. She gestured to the new Porsche that sat right next to his car. He chuckled and inspected it. "New model. Sexy ride." He said.
"Thank you. I aim to please." She batted her eyelashes at him. She was flirting a little. I mean, who wouldn't. He was hot in all places. And she was his first everything. They did it as best friends to get it over and done with. He leaned closer, passing her her coffee
"You always do. And you always please." He winked as she blushed a little. "Let's get to your label first, shall we?" He asked. She nodded and got into her car. She thought about what she was doing. He may as well be married to Dana, and that could be their son. He looked about three-four years old. She felt ashamed but not that ashamed because he flirted right back. Her thoughts carried her and she didn't realize she was parked in her own personalized parking spot until her office PA, Kira knocked on the door. She got out with her bag.
"Woah! I thought you drunk coffee, not wore it." Kira joked.
"Ha, ha(!) Very funny, Kiz. Anyway, a kid bumped into me." Caitlyn said, holding up her new coffee. "And the guy with him got me a new one." She said, going inside, Nate, Oscar and Kira following. They got to floor 5 and stepped out.
Pierre, Caitlyn's personal hair, makeup and fashion stylist gasped at her. "Mon Cherie! Coffee is to drink, not to wear!" He pushed her to a dressing room and ordered new clothes as Nate and Kira stood aside, amused. In a matter of thirty minutes, she was wearing a white catsuit with a black blazer and black and white striped heels. "Ah! Beautiful! Now go and work, Mrs Preston." Caitlyn looked at Nate and saw hurt flash in his eyes as he looked anywhere but her.
"Ms Gellar." Caitlyn corrected. "Remember my situation?" She asked. Pierre gasped and hugged her.
"Call me later, Cherie." He ordered as she nodded, going into the lift with the three followers and pressing number 25.
Any multiple of 5 was a personal station for her. 5-wardrobe, 10-bathroom, 15-spa/bedroom, 20-nursery(her and Alexander though they were expecting) and 25-office. They got off at the floor and Kira went to her station as the reception as Caitlyn gestured for Nate and Oscar to follow her. She shut the door behind her.
"Finally. We can talk now because I have no appointments till 4 hours time." She said, placing herself on a sofa. "How can I serve you?" She asked. "Drinks? Fruit juice? Cake?" She aimed the last one at Oscar.
"A bit of cake for him. He's already had a muffin today. And I'll have water." Caitlyn nodded, going to the mini kitchen on the side to get as her guests pleased. When she returned, the boys had placed themselves on another sofa.
"So, Nate, how's life?" Caitlyn asked.
"Fantastic." He grinned, ruffling Oscar's hair, him immediately fixing it.
"He yours?" She asked. Nate looked up from Oscar to her and shook his head.
"Uh, can we talk in private?" He asked, gesturing to Oscar. I nodded and went to my desk to page Kira. She came in seconds later. "Os, this nice lady is going to play with you outside. Is that ok? You can take your cake." He said. Oscar nodded happily and went out, Kira holding her hand out for him to take as she helped him by carrying his plate of cake. Caitlyn and Nate smiled as her went on to talk to Kira about toy cars.
"So, he isn't yours?" Caitlyn asked, sitting across from him again.
"No. He was dumped outside my gates three years ago, when he was two months old." Nate said. Caitlyn's eyes watered a bit. "I adopted him and have been his father since then." He took a sip of his water.
"Wow, that's some good shit you did."Caitlyn complimented.
"Thanks." He tilted his glass a little in her direction. "So how about you, Mrs Preston?" He teased.
"I'm getting a divorce from a fucking pain in the ass." Caitlyn said, rubbing her temples.
"How come." She could hear the faint happiness.
"We tried for a baby for three years until we gave up. Three months ago, he filed for a divorce and to be honest, I could give a bat's shit. Our marriage was falling the moment he stepped out that house to go to work. He's an architect and he travels a lot. No wonder we had time to try for kids. I wanted kids but he didn't. He thought he could put me through that grief." She confessed.
"Wow. That's some bad shit you're in." Nate complimented as Caitlyn giggled lightly at his reference to her comment before. "How long were you guys married for?" He asked.
"Just the three years." Caitlyn nodded. "How about you, anyone special in your fucked up life?" She asked.
"No-one. I waited for someone special and I think she just might be available." He winked at her as she blushed.
"Way subtle, dude." She clapped.
"You got that right." He winked again. "Remember our pact from five years ago?" He asked.
"You mean the one before we stopped contacting each other? Yup." Caitlyn confirmed.
"Let's try it." He said.
"You mean... dating?" She asked.
"Yeah. I mean, I'm single, you're going to be single. Let's try it." He said.
"Nate, I haven't even signed the God forsaken sheets yet. Let me do that and gave the divorce out of the way and then I'm all yours." She said getting up and sitting next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder. "Are Smitchie married yet?" She asked.
"Nope. They've pushed it back." Nate said.
"Why?" She looked at him.
"All of us have been hoping to see you again. You're Mara and Mitchie's BFF. They'll never do anything without you. It's just like 'Maraitlyn' fell off the surface of the Earth." The guys had shipped all their names to make 'Maraitlyn' because they were stuck together like glue. Even the world branded them Maraitlyn. Ever since four years ago when people actually noticed either of them hanging out with other people did the world question whether Maraitlyn was still together. It consisted of M for Mitchie, ara for Mara and itlyn for Caitlyn.
"Tell my bitches I'm back." Caitlyn smiled. "Because a lot happened in five years and I need to vent it out with my girls." Nate grinned, getting his iPhone out.
I hope you enjoyed that chapter. I wonder if I should rate this M because it's T and I have a friend who's good at writing 'sex scenes'. Should I even add sex in this story?