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Her legs felt a little wobbly and Mickie gripped the metal hand rail for

support as she made her way down the escalator. She licked her lips and she felt

the buzz from the alcohol flowing through her veins. She'd lost count of how

much she had consumed tonight. She went hard tonight, but she didn't care. She just wondered why on earth she did this to

herself. Choosing a guy that always seems perfect but happens to be married with a kid.

"I'm a whore and homewrecker" She whispered to herself

She knew she was destined to feel like total crap in the morning. As she should be. Work

was going to be total hell and she had a meeting in the morning too. Shit. She

would be lucky if she was even sober by then Mickie arrived at her platform noticing her train was already

there. She quickly jogged and caught it just as the doors began to close behind

her. Lightly panting, she took the nearest available seat. Her blue eyes stared

out of the window and her mind began to drift to Michael as the train pulled away.

God, he would be at the meeting tomorrow. All the departments would be there and

he would greet her and sit across the table from her pretending that nothing had

happened between them. That's what hurt the most about the whole thing. Having

to see him every day and smile and act like they were still friends when deep

inside all she wanted to do was scream at him and cry.

Suddenly Mickie felt the hot tears burn her throat and well in her eyes.

She blinked them back furiously. She wasn't going to cry. Not over him. Not when

she'd shed enough tears over him already. But in her drunken state, Mickie's

emotions got the better of her and the tears began to slip down her cheeks. She

bent her head to conceal them and her hand covered her face as her body shook

with her silent sobs. God, she felt like such a stupid idiot. How could she not

have known that Michael had a wife? Michaels's colleagues and friends were probably

laughing at her stupidity behind her back. That's if they even knew about her.

After all, she had been a secret; a horrible and embarrassing secret.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Mickie sniffed loudly and lifted her head at the sound of the deep, smooth

voice. She was met with a pair of sympathetic blue eyes that seemed to hold

genuine concern for her. She wondered where this guy had come from. She couldn't

recall him being in the opposite seat when she had gotten on the train. He had

quite literally appeared out of nowhere.

"I couldn't help but notice you look upset." he explained.

Mickie sniffed as she wiped her wet cheeks with the back of her hand

feeling her head spin. "Upset? Why would I be upset? I mean just because that

lowlife bastard ruined my life, it doesn't mean I'm going to wallow over his

sorry ass." she replied, rambling.

She let out a shaky breath as she stared out the dirty glass window. The

stars in the sky twinkled brightly for a few brief seconds before the carriage

travelled through into the black tunnel.

"Guy trouble?"

Mickie looked over at the blonde haired stranger. Her glazed over

eyes looked at him drunkenly and suspiciously wondering why the hell he gave a

crap. It's not like anyone else did. Well certainly not Michael anyway and she was

beginning to wonder if he ever did. All she had been good for was sex and

..well, just sex really. The majority of their relationship had been spent

between the sheets. She wondered if her sheets were better than the ones he had

at home and that currently adorned his marriage bed.

"are you sure you're okay?"

Mickie blinked rapidly as her bleary eyes tried to remain focused. She

licked her lips and swallowed thickly. "Not really. Did you know I found out he

was married."

The stranger's eyebrows rose fractionally and his mouth smiled

sympathetically and showed of very attracktive dimples.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be. Not on my account. The man was a grade one asshole. I'm better off

without him anyway."

Mickie shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she felt her body temperature

rise. She bent her knees and her high heeled boots clicked against the metal

grate upon the floor.

"It's hot in here, isn't it?" she commented.

She loosened the belt on her coat and pulled the collar away from her

shoulders. She puffed and blew her hair from her forehead.

"They need to invest in air conditioning for these damn things."

The stranger's low chuckle filled the empty carriage.

"Can I give you a piece of free advice?" she asked, pausing to smile at him

apologetically. "Sorry, I don't actually know your name."

His amused blue eyes were warm as he smiled. "It's John."

"John? I knew a John once." replied Mickie and crooked grin crossed

her face. "He was a ginger with really bad teeth. He looked nothing like you

and that's a good thing for you, trust me. He had a face like a... i don't know but it was bad. He

was like the most ugliest guy you could ever imagine."

As John chuckled, Mickie's grin widened. She loved that, his laugh.

It was low and deep and throaty. It was like it came all the way down from the

tips of his toes. Not like Michael's. His laugh was dull and boring.

Pretty much like his lovemaking in fact. He had been no fun and controlling. He didn't pleasure her at all, but she would bet any money that Paul would. He looked the passionate type and probably knew

exactly how to satisfy a woman. Mickie felt a warm flush at that thought. She

bit down on her lip thoughtfully as Rachel's suggestion of sex with a random stranger flashed

through her mind. She quickly shook her head. She may be drunk but she wasn't

easy. There was no way on earth she would just sleep with a man and especially

not a stranger she had just met on the underground even if he was drop-dead

gorgeous and had eyes she could totally get lost in. God, and then there was his

eyes. they looked like the ocean water. She wondered what it would feel like if she got lost in them.

As Mickie continued to stare dreamily in John's direction, she didn't

notice that he had stopped laughing and was now looking at her curiously. It was

only when he cleared his throat that she was lifted from her haze and realised

what she had been doing. God, she had been staring at him. In fact she had been

practically ogling him. Feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment, she rubbed

her palms on her skirt and glanced out the window. She realised they had arrived

at the next station. The carriage shuddered slightly as they came to a stop and

she heard the sound of the automatic doors opening. She looked across to see a

young couple holding hands obviously in love judging from the way they were

making eyes at one another. She wrinkled her nose in disapproval and tried to

ignore how light headed she got.

"So, I believe you were going to tell me something?"

Mickie's eyes blinked a few times before they focused on John once more.

His arms folded over his chest. Damn, the man looked sexy.

"You were going to give me some advice?" he reminded her.

Mickie coughed and cleared her throat, nodding her head. "Are you married,

John?"

He shook his head. While Mickie silently wondered how such a good looking

guy wasn't snapped up, she wagged her manicured finger in his direction.

"Well, if you ever do marry, never, and I mean never, cheat on your wife.

Never ever be like Michael fucking Phillies. I didn't know, you see. I didn't know he

had a wife. Because if I did know he was married, I would have never ever gone

near him. I'm not a home wrecker, John. You believe that, don't you?"

She felt a wave of relief wash over her as John nodded his head. Though why

she did, she wasn't sure just like she wasn't sure why she was telling him any

of this. He probably thought she was a crazy chick but was just too

damn polite to say anything but it felt so good to talk about it and she felt

the need to get it off her chest. She was unburdening herself and okay, it was

the alcohol talking. She knew that. She always did seem to spill her guts when

she was drunk. In fact Rachel liked to remind her of that on several occasions

although this was the first time it had involved a complete stranger. She would

probably regret all of this in the morning but she guessed it wouldn't really

matter. She would never see this man again. And besides, he was so nice and

caring and really easy to talk to.

"So, how did you find out?"

"What? That he was cheating on me?" she asked.

John smiled and nodded his head. Mickie puffed out her cheeks and sighed

dramatically. She tucked her hair behind her ear.

"He showed up with his wife and child to a corporate dinner last week. I wasn't

supposed to be there but Josh, that's my boss. He couldn't make it at the last

minute so he asked me to go instead. Let's just say we were both surprised when

I showed up at our company's table."

"You work with the guy?"

Mickie nodded her head sadly.

"Damn, that must be awkward."

"It most defiantly is." She pressed her lips together in a tight smile. "I seem

to make my life difficult for myself."

John frowned slightly as he reached across and covered her hand with his. It

felt so soft and warm and deliciously comforting to her. Mickie breathed him

in, inhaling the spicy scent of his cologne. It was intoxicating and extremely

masculine just like him.

"I'm sure things will get better for you soon." he said encouragingly. "After

all, you're young and you're very very beautiful. I'm sure it won't be long before this

guy is kicking himself wondering why the hell he let you get away."

A slow, shy smile crept across Mickie's face as John sat back in his seat.

However, her smile slowly disappeared as she watched him get to his feet.

"This is my stop."

John looked out the glass and noticed they were pulling into the next

station. She sighed. She had another two stops to go but she just wanted home

now. Her eyes were tired and heavy. Her head still felt woozy. She just wanted

to sleep.

"You will take care going home now, won't you?"

She glanced up at him and smiled. His blue eyes were soft and concerned.

She was touched by his words. "I'll be fine. I live just across the road from

the station on Biden Street."

He nodded, seemingly satisfied with her answer. His big hand gripped the

metal pole at the end of the seat as the carriage grinded to a halt. "It was

very nice meeting you Mickie"

His voice trailed away. He looked at her quizzically and her

smiled.

"You too, John."

She was about to apologise for her drunken ranting when the automatic doors

hissed and slid open. John stepped away from the pole and lifted his big hand in

a wave.

"Maybe I'll see you again some day."

"Maybe." she replied. Her brown eyes stared after him wistfully as his large

frame exited the carriage. She only looked away and settled back in her seat

once the doors were closed and he was out of sight.

The train slowly pulled away and she began to chew on her fingernail as she

thought about him. John. Her polite, blonde and extremely sexy stranger. She

wondered what his answer would have been had she been bold enough to suggest

spending the night together. She chuckled to herself. Maybe if she ever did run

into him, she could always ask him and find out although the chances were she'd

never see him again. It wasn't the way her life worked and she just wasn't that

, Mickie wearily leant back in her seat crossing her arms over her

chest. As she rested her head against the glass, she continued to think of John.

Even though their meeting had been brief, she had a feeling he was going to be

on her mind for quite a while. There was no way she would forget her handsome

stranger in a hurry. She would remember him happily and fondly. After all he'd

been a lovely breath of fresh air in her otherwise dull and crappy life

I hope you guys liked it! I have a good feeling about this one.

-SR