Hello everyone! I've been MIA for a while now and I'm extremely sorry for that, the troubles of life got in the way. Anyway, I wrote that this afternoon, just for fun and I decided to post here, see if you liked it.
Lucas Scott was a successful designer from New York, along with his good friend, Brooke Davis. They had been known for many years before they decided to work together and create a line.
They were now known in the entire country and had stores in every big town.
Lucas had been married with a model, Addison, for three years before she left him and asked for divorce. Ever since then, Lucas only had meaningless one-night-stands. He hadn't found the one, not that he hadn't tried. He hadn't found the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his loife with.
The one he wanted to wake up every morning next to.
The one he wanted to kiss, to touch and to stare at in public.
The one he wanted next to him in the biggest fashion shows.
The one he wanted to say I love you to.
There he was, 28 years old, with no girl at his side.
Lucas was taking a sip from his coffee in a paper cup as he walked into his office, a pile of mail and magazines in his hands and his coat drapped on his forearm. He set his paper cup on his desk and his coat on his chair before flopping down on it and starting flipping through his mail.
He then heard a knock to his door so he lifted his head, not surprised to see his long time brunette friend leaned against the door frame.
"Hey Hotshot," Brooke greeted as she crossed her arms over her chest and walked further into the room.
"Hey Cheery," he replied, smiling as Brooke leaned in to kiss his cheek. "What's up?"
Brooke shrugged. "Oh, nothing." she answered non chalantely but the smirk playing on her lips betrayed her. Lucas narrowed his eyes.
"Nah, it's not nothing. C'mon, what did you find? A new design that popped into your head or a fashion show?" he asked as he flipped through some envelopes and tore one open.
Brooke nervously played with her fingers. "Actually, it's a friend of mine. She is gorgeous and could totally be one of our models."
Lucas sighed. "Brooke, you know that I don't want to hire a non professional model."
"But Luke, she's even more beautiful than any of our current model," Brooke argued. "Could you give her a chance, pretty please?"
The blonde man shook his head with a smile. "Fine."
"Yes!" Brooke squealed, jumping in joy.
"It doesn't mean that we'll hire her."
Brooke nodded as she smoothed her dress. "I know. She'll be here in half an hour." the brunette said before walking out of the room.
Lucas was already in the fitting room, a sheet of paper in front of him and a pencil stuck between his teeth, thinking of another design. He was interrupted by a clear of the throat and looked up to see Brooke standing next to a blonde woman.
"Lucas," Brooke said as she and Peyton took a few steps toward him. "This is Peyton Sawyer. Peyton, this is Lucas Scott, my partner."
Peyton extended her hand and Lucas gladly shook it as he locked eyes with her. They stayed likewise for a few seconds until Broke once again cleared her throat when it became a little bit uncomfortable for her.
"Nice to meet you," Lucas said as he let go off her hand and offered her smile. She replied back and flashed him a perfect grin before Broke started to give her instructions.
"Why don't you go in there and try on the green dress I've set up for you?" Peyton nodded and looked one last time at Lucas before walking to the fitting room. Lucas took the advantage to stare at her and he watched as her hips swayed away as she walked. Brooke, on the other hand, noticed her friend's behavior and leaned in closer to him to whisper in his ear.
"Don't you dare put your hands on her." she warned.
"I didn't do anything!" he whispered back, rising his hands.
"I know you Lucas Scott. You've that 'I wanna fuck you' look!"
"Well, it would help if she wasn't that damn gorgeous!"
Brooke winked. "Told ya."
"I'm coming out." Peyton said before she pulled the curtain open and stepped out of the fitting room. She was wearing a one strap deep green dress that stopped just above her right knee and continued its length along her left leg. To top it all, she had high black heels on. Lucas' eyes traveled down her body and wondered on her never ending and perfect, tan legs. "So what do you think?" she asked, placing her left hand onto her hip.
"Stunning," Brooke said, shaking her head in amazement. Peyton raised her brow at Lucas who had yet to give an answer. Brooke elbowed him lightly and he immediately snapped out of his daze.
"Sorry," he said, smiling sheepishly. "Hum, could you turn around please so I can see your ass...back please." Peyton did as she was told, giggling when she saw Brooke shooting Lucas daggers with her eyes. "Okay, that'll do it, thank you Ms. Sawyer."
"Actually Peyton, if that's okay with you I'd like you to try on our new line of underwear." Brooke suggested.
"Sure, no problem." Peyton answered with a nod of the head. Brooke handed her a set of green underwear along with a black robe and Peyton re-entered the fitting room, closing the curtain behind her.
"Are you trying to kill me, Brooke?" Lucas asked. Brooke giggled and slapped his arm.
"You have to keep your hands off of her. I don't want to lose that one like I lost the others just because you slept with her but never wanted a serious relation ship."
"Yeah, but that's different. There's a connection between the two of us." Lucas argued.
Brooke rolled her chocolate eyes. "Right. Well, if there is one, you're the only one that sees it."
"I hate you, you know that?"
"Nah, you love me. You just won't admit it because she's way out of your league and you can't touch her like you'd want because you can't manipulate her like you did with the other ones."
"We'll see about that." Lucas said, crossing his arms over his chest with a smirk.
"Let's make a bet." Brooke said, causing Lucas to turn to her. "I bet that you can't make her fall in love with you."
"What's to win?" he asked, getting interested.
"Well, if you win, I'll admit that you're more mature than I thought and I'll give you the number of my friend Alex Dupré. You know the one you've been drooling on for months."
"What if I loose?" he asked.
"A hit on your ego will satisfy me. But you'll still have to pay me and Nathan a dinner at some expensive restaurant."
He extended his hand for her to shake. "I'm in. And by the way, it's 'Nathan and I'."
"Whatever. You're gonna lose that bet."
"We''ll see about that Brooke Davis."
Should I continue this? Let me know what you think!
