Title: Fast Cars, And The Wrong Women
Rating: T
Summary: CHLEX Lex's life is full of fast cars and fast women, but he doesn't want 'women', he wants 'a woman'. But will he figure out which one?
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the original Smallville/Superman characters. I do, however own the story itself.
Note: I realise this story's setting must seem so old to think back to when Lex was a 'good guy' (and i'm using that term loosely) and also back to when Clark and Lana were still sort-of together, but i've had this story sitting on my computer for a while...Have fun!
More Than Expected
POV: Lex
It's surprising how things happen so quickly. Getting drunk. Meeting a woman. Having sex. These three things go hand in hand in my life. And every time I'm left wondering how long I have to wait until I have an 'early conference in the morning'.
That time is now.
I look at the brunette sleeping on my chest. She's pretty. I think she said she was a model – aren't they all. Tall, with legs that go on miles. It's always the same. As for her name, that's the only difference. I don't even remember this ones'. Julia maybe? Christine? Angela? I'll never figure it out. I gently lift her head and slide across the bed, pull the cover off me and stand up. Now I just have to find my clothes. My boxers are beside my feet, but I don't see anything else…now for the search. My clothes were scattered – a sock here, my trousers there, obviously it was a passionate night. No, it wasn't. We were just laden with alcohol.
I get into my car and speed off back to Smallville. I said my goodbyes. I am a gentleman. I take an aspirin tablet and wonder away the hours of driving. All I want is a woman who understands me. Who isn't just another notch on my bedpost. Who isn't after my money. Is that too much to ask?
Arriving at my mansion I immediately get in the shower. I stand there for about ten minutes trying to wash off the residue from last night. I have no idea why I do it. Yes I do, I'm the spoilt rich kid who was deprived of love, and now thinks that a simple one-night-stand will substitute for it. I want someone to talk to. To care about. To care about me. To actually enjoy being around me. Who doesn't just think 'I'm a Luthor'. But that will never happen. Forget about it Lex.
POV: Chloe"I hate feeling like I don't exist." Pete and I were sitting in the Torch office. As per usual, I was on the computer putting together another issue.
"I'm sorry, about Clark. But you know how it is." Yeah Lana comes first, I come second.
"You don't have to be sorry, it's not your fault. It's just that I can't get over him. I just hate how he gets jealous when I'm with someone else." It makes me feel as if he feels something, but every time he sees Lana; I'm reminded I have no chance. I just wish I knew where I stood with him; he's so damn complicated. By now Pete had moved from his seat and was now leaning on my desk, patting my back sympathetically.
POV: Lex"Lex Luthor," I said into my cell phone.
"Lex? It's me, Gwen."
"Gwen?"
"From last night, silly. Don't tell me you've forgotten me already, because I certainly haven't forgotten you," she said in a silky playful tone. I don't need this right now.
"I apologize, my mind's preoccupied,"
"Well, why don't we meet up and I can help you relax."
"I'm not in Metropolis, right now."
"I know. You're in Smallville, and so am I."
"You came all this way? You shouldn't have." I said keeping my composure.
"It's no trouble."
Just then, one of my security guards opens the door and announces that I have a visitor, "I'll call you later, I have business to take care of. Goodbye Gwen," and I shut my phone. Thank goodness. That was making me feel anxious. And I don't get anxious. It's not in the Luthor blood. I turn to the door at the knocking sound. I take a seat behind my desk and take a breath before I answer, "come in!" A woman walks in. A masterpiece of sexiness. And she knows it, I can see it in her walk – it's…her! It's Gwen. I rise from my leather seater and spread my arms as to say I'm happy to see her. That is truly not the case.
"Lex, I hope you don't think of me as work," she says, taking my hands and placing them around herself. Causing me to embrace her. She nibbles my ear and whispers, "maybe we could take a break."
I take a step back. Lean on the desk and rest my hand in my pockets, "I'm busy."
"Maybe later then. I'll call you,"
"Wait," I grab her hand, I've got a question to ask, "out of interest, how did you find me?"
"Your father. I called up your office and they directed me to him. I told him about us, and I asked him for your number. He told me you lived here. I thought I'd come for a holiday. Small towns are so well hidden. It took me ages to get here; I was going to give up. But then…" she stepped toward me. Stood there, checked me out and ran a seductive finger from my lips down the middle of my chest, "…then I remembered last night." this wasn't doing anything for me.