A/N: Thank You KingColeQueenLili for letting me use your draft. Thank you Olive for betaing.
I couldn't fit the original Summary so here it is: Betty Andrews, owner and executibe editor of Blue & Gold magazine, lives a typical, perfect life. Married to her high school sweetheart, something something, she craves something to fill the empty hole her husband has never been able to fill.
During a business lunch, Betty finds herself magically drawn to the tall, dark and mysterious Jughead Jones. He's rich, handsome and radiates a dominant self-confidence, igniting feelings Betty knows she should not have.
She should stay away from him. But he wants her. All of her. Even if she's married to another man.
The beautiful blonde applied a refreshing layer of her rosy lip gloss before entering the huge building ahead of her. The nude heels she wore clicked on the marbled floor as she made her way to the elevators. She wore a Valentino dress, made out of white lace. Her golden hair was held up by a hair elastic, bouncing with every step she took.
She took a step inside the empty elevator and pressed the 5th button. Her hand quickly reached under her dress to fix the nude stocking that always slid down her leg. Betty and her garter belt weren't exactly best friends, so she fixed it at least 100 times a day. Before the elevator doors revealed the 5th floor, she adjusted the silver bands that decorated her left ring finger.
Sighing, she stepped into the large entrance area and was greeted by her assistant and best friend Kevin Keller.
"There is my darling starlet of journalism heaven. I have more than great news." he grabbed her, face lighting up in excitement.
"Spill it Kev," Betty chuckled, trying to calm her assistant down.
"The definition of brooding, tall and undeniably handsome has made an appointment to talk to you during lunch" Kevin gushed, looking like he was going to faint.
"Who?" Betty asked confused.
"New York's most eligible bachelor and owner of the ground you are standing on right now?!"
"Still haven't got a clue, Kev" Betty replied.
"I mean Forsythe Pendleton Jones the third, bestselling author, CEO and founder of Crown Publishing" Kevin swooned.
"The most eligible bachelor is called Forsythe Pendleton? From what century? 1735?" the blonde laughed.
"I'm serious Betts, he wants to have lunch with you. He said that he wants to talk about business and boy I'd really like to get in contact with his business." he replied with a wink.
"Kevin. You know I'm happily married" Betty mannered.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night Betts, - oh wait, I know what does! Sex with your husband right? You said you thought he was so boring, you didn't even want to pretend you liked it." Kevin mimicked her and continued. "Anyways, Mr. Jones said that he expects you in his bureau at 12."
"So, he expects me to be there, who said I wanted to go?" the journalist folded her arms, ignoring her friend's comment on her sex life.
"You don't cancel lunch with a man like him Betts."
"Fine. I'll go. If that's what makes you happy, thanks Kev" Betty rolled her eyes and went to her desk.
She opened her newest article about the interview with Veronica Lodge, when she remembered something. Wasn't she engaged to a guy named Jones? Betty opened a google tab and typed her lunch companies' name in. Mostly book reviews and articles about charity, but at the end a link to a homepage popped up.
The page was held in different shades of grey. The only bit of colour seemed to be the little golden crown in the logo. Crown Publishing
Betty went back to Google and typed in: Veronica Lodge and Forsythe Pendleton Jones
Every article was gushing about their breakup. How Jones broke the deal with her father. How she cheated on him. Rumors, lies, truths. Every single detail about their life available for free within a few closed the tab and went back to edit her interview.
"Mr. Jones your 12 o'clock appointment is ready" one of his secretaries told him.
"Thanks Josie, tell her I'll be there in a second" Jughead replied and she smiled nodding. He ran his hand through his raven hair and stood up to leave. He saw her through the glass door of his office talking to Josie.
She looked even more angelic up close. Her blonde locks were down in soft waves instead of the high ponytail. Jughead smiled when they shook hands, but her expression remained serious. She quickly walked towards the elevators, avoiding any more physical contact.
The dress she wore was short, but modest. On every other woman, it would have looked inappropriate, but on her it looked cute, innocent even. He could see the lacey top of her stocking that slowly slid down her thigh with every step and wondered why she still wore the old fashioned piece of lingerie instead of modern tights.
The first time Jughead saw Betty in the lobby of the tower, he immediately noticed that she had great legs, not too thin and not too muscular. He decided that he wanted those legs wrapped around his waist ever since then. Her whole being haunted his mind and he didn't even know why. Betty was the complete opposite of the women he usually wanted. He dated brunettes, olive skinned women with bodies like models and not leggy blondes, with alabaster skin and curves.
Inside the elevator, Betty pressed the button to the ground floor and he couldn't help but smirk.
"What?" she asked with slight annoyance in her voice and turned to face him. Jughead moved closer to her, their breaths mingling.
"Your stocking slid down" he ran his hand up her bare thigh, taking the stocking with him and fixing the lace neatly under her dress. "And I thought that I might fix it for you" he felt her skin erupting in goosebumps under his intimidating touch as he clipped the garter on.
The material of her stocking felt silky, but nothing like her skin. He wanted to feel every inch of it, be it with his hands or his lips. He wanted to suck bruises into it and mark her as his.
That feeling didn't go away when he saw the wedding band on her finger.
What the fuck do you think you are doing? You're married for fucks sake Betty. Get a grip. Her inner voice warned her. She couldn't react to him like this. Betty was stunned, she'd never seen a man this handsome before. Even Kevin's description of him was way too underrated.
High cheekbones, sharp jawline, hypnotizing blue eyes and a husky voice. His physique was tall and muscular. She wanted to run her hands through his hair, it was darker than anything she'd ever seen and looked so soft, one curl falling over his eyes. He wore a light blue dress shirt with black suspenders draped over his shoulders that held up his dark grey dress pants. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows.
"Why aren't you wearing a suit?" the words blurted out of her mouth before she could stop herself. "I mean you are dressed so casually. Not like someone that attends business meetings and runs a company that's worth millions" Betty explained as they made their way to the car waiting for them.
"You're my only meeting today. I was planning on getting some writing done." he told her as he opened the car door for her before offering his hand, which she purposefully ignored.
Their tension only grew during the car ride. She tried to avoid his eye contact by looking out the window. She was awfully aware of his hungry gaze fixated on her, her chest rose and fell fast and she could feel the heat between her legs growing.
Betty crossed her legs to ease the feeling, but her dress revealed more leg. She could hear him suck in a breath and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Betty couldn't build an opinion on him. He had an effect on her and she was sure he was aware of it, but she also felt so drawn to him. She wanted to get to know him.
They arrived at the restaurant a few minutes later.
"Thank you Smithers" he thanked his driver and helped Betty out of the vehicle.
Betty recognized the restaurant and remembered that it was quite expensive, she once edited an article about it for her magazine.
"I reserved under Jones" Mr. Jones told the waiter standing at the entrance.
"Yes, please follow me to your table"
Both followed the waiter to a table for two. To Betty's surprise, Mr. Jones held out the stool for her, before ordering a bottle of "2014 Palacios Priorat L'Ermita" which Betty later found out is a 1,200 dollar red wine, for both of them. Betty didn't normally drink during the day, especially not during work, but she figured that she could make an exception for now.
She opened the menu and immediately decided that this really wasn't a restaurant of her class. Not one meal under 30 dollars, so she tried to find the cheapest meal which was a carrot salad. Great. Betty thought. It's not that she hated salad, but first, Mr. Jones would probably think she was one of these women that counted every calorie and second, Betty just preferred meat or fish to be included in her lunch.
Screw it Betty. Why would you care what Jughead thinks? and besides Archie hasn't touched you in weeks, a salad would do you some good.
The waiter came and placed the wine on the table as well as a glass for both Betty and Jughead.
"Have you decided already?" he smiled at Betty.
"Uhm, yes, I'll take the carrot salad please." she told him and smiled back.
"I'll have the salad too and we'll both take the Wagyu steak with the bread"
The waiter nodded before Betty could protest.
"Mr. Jones that is way too expensi-"
"It's not Mrs. Andrews"
"Betty."
"Betty" he smiled.
What a dreamy smile.
"I haven't had lunch with a woman like you for a long time. Let me pay for you, it's the least I can do after I squeezed myself in your busy schedule." he took a sip of wine, licking his full lips, increasing the throbbing in her core.
Betty wanted to argue, but his voice, charming and sweet. She couldn't say no.
"Alright, Mr. Jones" she bit her lip and giggled slightly like she was some 14 year old schoolgirl.
"Please. Betty. Call me Jughead."
Their meal arrived and Betty had no time to think about his weird nickname. She swore she was in heaven. The steak was amazing and Jughead laughed at her reaction.
"My assistant told me, the reason I am here is to talk about business" she explained taking a sip of the wine.
"Well yes Betty, you are. I've been keeping an eye on your magazine for quite some time and I think the Blue & Gold would increase it's selling number miraculously under the lead of Crown Publishing. I created a draft for a contract and we would handle a deal that fits for both of us."
"Are you serious? All this effort just to buy my magazine." Betty scoffed looking into his eyes. She couldn't believe it. He seriously tried to buy her with the meal and his flattering way, just because of her magazine.
"The deal would profit both of us and no, I didn't do this just so it'll influence your choice. I did it because I wanted to. I wanted to buy you an expensive lunch and I want to buy your magazine" he spat back at her.
His tone changed from sweet to rough and demanding. He almost looked hurt. Betty straightened her posture, not breaking the eye contact.
"I'm sorry, Jughead. I shouldn't have assumed such a thing while you have been nothing but charming to me, but I don't want to sell my magazine" Betty said, her voice barely above a whisper.
He put his hand over hers, playing with the sparkling ring. "It's okay Betty." his touch was like electricity on her skin.
"These are very beautiful Betty. The man that gave them to you must really love you." he said, his voice softer.
Betty only nodded before she found her voice. "Yes, yes I think so" she stuttered.
"You think so?"
Betty didn't reply and silently continued to eat, his thumb drawing slow circles on the back of her hand.
"Hey, Babe" the red head gave his wife a kiss and started to undress.
"How was work?" Betty sat on the Queen Size bed of their apartment dressed in a sheer black nightgown, still busy editing the interview of Veronica Lodge.
"Great. We finally finished taking down this drive in cinema I told you about." Archie joined her on the bed.
"Yeah, that one in, what was it called? Riverdale?" she closed her article and put the laptop on the nightstand and turned to her husband.
"Exactly. And? Anything new in the world of star journalist Betty Andrews?" he pulled her closer by the waist.
"Well, Forsythe Pendleton Jones wanted to buy my magazine."
"That author? Wow. Did you do it?"
"Nah. He tried to buy me with an expensive dinner"
"Well. Let me make you forget about him"
Archie leaned in to kiss her, which Betty eagerly returned.
Their bodies molded together, but it wasn't her husband that she saw when she closed her eyes to concentrate on the pleasure Archie tried to give her.
"Damn, did you have sex with Archie again? I haven't seen a frown like that on your face since you las-"
"Oh my god, Kevin! Why are you so obsessed with my sex life?" Betty had a devastated look on her face.
"I'm your best friend, which means I have to make sure you are healthy. Mentally and physically. That includes your sex life. Speaking of sex, how was your date with Mr. Dark and Dangerous?" Kevin smirked sitting down on her desk.
Betty ignored him and hung her coat onto the coat hanger next to the glass door of her office, before returning to her desk.
"Oh my god! You like him! I knew it! Betty Jones, god that sounds way better than Betty Andre-" her assistant swooned and Betty's cheeks reddened.
Kevin Keller didn't exactly approve of Betty's husband. Archie Andrews was the all-american boy next door. Perfect match for Betty Cooper - the girl next door - and approved choice of husband by Alice Cooper, Betty's mother.
Alice Cooper had high standards and Archie filled all of them. Betty had a crush on Archie in freshman year of high school, his girlfriend in junior year and his wife after college.
Betty told Kevin so often that she'll break up with him, but after a weekend with her parents, she was lovestruck. Her best friend knew better. As much as Betty tried to tell herself that Archie was the love of her life, Kevin knew that wasn't true. He respected her choices, but that didn't mean he always accepted them.
"Fine Kevin! You want to know what happened?! I had sex with Archie and I imagined it would be Mr. Jones and that was the only reason I came, okay. I'm a horrible wife. I mean what wife imagines another man while her husband tries to please her?" Betty shouted and curled her fists, nails digging into her palms. Kevin took her hands and uncurled them, replacing her palm with the little stuffed dolphins, she kept on her desk for cases like this, to dig her nails into.
"Betty, it's okay. Did you take your meds?"
"Yes I did. Kevin, I feel so bad." Betty squeezed the dolphins and held them to her chest, taking a deep breath.
"Betty, think of something else" Kevin tried to find something distracting on her desk.
"Here, your mother finally sent you the invitation for her charity gala tomorrow. The one she forgot"
"Right. The invitation. I'm excited for the gala." she opened the silver envelope.
"Me too. Your mother puts so much effort into it." Kevin replied with a smile.
There was a silence between them and Kevin got up to leave.
"He wanted to buy my magazine, Kevin"
Her friend turned around to face her.
"I said no. This magazine is mine. The only thing I ever did for myself. I can't sell it Kev, it means to much." Betty explained.
"You don't have to explain your choices Betty. I'm sure whatever you decide would be best for the magazine"
"Oh and Kev?"
"Yes?"
"Thank you."