"Summer, are you listening to me?" a tall blonde sitting across from Summer' desk asked.
"What? Yeah, I was listening, you were talking about you boyfriend or something, right?" Summer asked as she was coming out of her daydream.
"Actually I was talking about how we need to get some new clients; we can't keep setting women up with the same men. I mean Molly called and said that if we didn't get any more guys she's dropping us. She's been on a date with Greg—three times."
"Yeah, I'll be sure to get on it," Summer rubbed her temples ", I'm sorry, Marissa, but can we talk about this tomorrow? I didn't get a lot of sleep last night."
"Oh, did you and Peter…"
"No, we didn't. Actually we haven't in a long time. We're both busy people, we don't have time to have time to have sex every night."
"When was the last time you two did the deed?"
"Um, three months ago, I think."
"Three months!"
"Yeah, I'm sorry, but can we please talk tomorrow?"
"Fine. But remember this is my business too, so if we don't get new clients soon we're going down."
Summer sighed as she watched Marissa leave the room. She spun her chair around to look at the Pacific Ocean that was just a few feet from her office window. She couldn't believe that in just a few years Marissa and her had built up a successful business. When they started their match-making company, Attractions, they figured it would fail in the first month. But what they got was a lot of Newpsies looking for men to sink there perfectly manicured nails into.
She spun her chair back around to survey the contents of her office. Her eyes landed on a picture of Peter and her from her companies launch party. She met Peter in her freshman year at college at a sorority party. After the party he invited her back to his dorm, where they sat and talked until dawn. They had been together ever since.
The truth was that things had been better with her and Peter. Both of them had been very busy because of their growing careers. Peter was a surgical intern at a nearby hospital in Newport, and Summer was the co-CEO of Attractions. They only saw each other for a couple of hours, and some nights she didn't even see Peter come home. She knew she had to be supportive of him, many nights he would come home angry and tired after a long shift. She couldn't even call him at work, many times he would be in the operating room saving someone's life, and here she was fixing up twice divorced Newpsies.
Just as Summer was reminiscing, she heard a knock on the door. She lifted her head up from her desk and told the person to come in. It was Heidi, her assistant, coming in with bagel in one hand and a can of Diet Coke in the other. She sat down across from Summer and handed the contents to her.
"I saw that you didn't eat any lunch today," she said smiling at Summer.
Summer smiled at Heidi and took the food. Apart from Marissa, Heidi was her best friend. She had met her in college in one of her classes, Heidi was studying to become an interior designer, but after college she couldn't find any jobs. So once Summer started her business, she offered Heidi a job as her assistant.
"Thanks Heidi, I'm sorry I didn't meet you and Marissa at lunch today. I've had a lot of things on my mind lately," she said in a whispered tone.
"No problem, but you did miss some good sushi. So what's on your mind, hun?" she asked with a sympathetic look on her face.
"It's just things aren't going very well with Peter and I. I keep asking myself if he's the one, I just don't think he is though," Summer said while biting her lip.
"Hunny if you don't think he's the one, than he's probably not. If you marry him and he's not the one you wanted, then you're just going to have a miserable marriage."
"I guess, anyway I should get going. I have to grab the Chinese take-out I ordered. Can you lock up?"
"Of course, see you tomorrow?"
"Yeah, later."
Summer walked out of her office and past Marissa's. She looked in Marissa's office to see if she was still there, but it looked as if Marissa had already left. She shut the door and made her way out of the office.
Once she walked out of the office Summer immediately took off her Manolo's and began walking down the beach. She walked over to the abandoned lifeguard house were she spent all her teenage years thinking. The truth was she was afraid to break her relationship with Peter off. She had only had two relationships in her life. One was with Zach in high school, and the other was the one with Peter. She decided to call Peter to see if he would even answer his phone, but all she got was his voicemail.
"Hey babe, it's me, and by me I mean Summer. I was just calling to see if you would answer, but I figured you wouldn't. So I guess call me when your on your way home. Love you, bye."
Summer closed her phone slowly and stared at it for a few minutes to see if he would call back, but he never did. She figured he was probably in surgery, operating on a guy with a pole stuck in his heart, or something. She sat up and dusted the sand off her expensive pencil skirt. She looked at her phone to see that she had a missed call. When did it even ring, she thought. She looked at the phone to see that she had a missed call from Che, she was confused seeing as she hadn't talked to him since her college days. She thought about calling him back, but ultimately decided to go home and take a long, hot bath.
Once she entered her apartment she couldn't help but feel relieved. It had been a long day and all she wanted to do was drink a glass of champagne and take a bubble bath. Once Summer finished her bath, she tied a robe on and went into the kitchen to get some leftovers out of the refrigerator. She found a container of some Chinese and ate it on the couch while watching reruns of Jerry Springer.
"That's right Jerry, you show them who the boss is!" she yelled at the television as though Jerry Springer could actually hear her.
Summer jumped when she heard the door open. She turned around and saw Peter come in the door wearing his medical scrubs. God, those things turn me on. Every time I see him in those I want to say doctor please, I need some mouth-to-mouth. Summer jumped off the couch and immediately went to go kiss Peter.
"You're home early today!" she sang happily.
"Yeah, well it's been a long day and all I want to do is take a shower and get some sleep," he muttered softly.
Summer bite her lip and traced her finger down his chest. "Are you sure that's all you want to do," she asked seductively.
"Ah, Summer not tonight; it's not a good night," he said while taking his backpack off and placing the mail on the counter.
"Not a good night? It hasn't been a good night for the past three months!" she yelled.
"Summer, tonight is seriously not a good night, ok? What do you want me to do; I can't have sex with you every night!"
"Well, you can have sex with me sometime this year, you ass!" she yelled, growing increasingly frustrated. "You know what, go take a shower, and then you can sleep on the couch, that way you definitely get any ass."
She stood in the kitchen and watched Peter storm away. It seemed like for the past few months all they have been doing is fighting. Summer turned around into the kitchen to look at the mail that he placed on the counter. She looked it, most of it being for Peter, but something caught her eye. It was an issue of Forbes with a picture of a guy she swore she had seen before.
Summer opened the book up to the article about the man. Once she landed on the page she looked down at the man's name to see that it was Seth Cohen. She was puzzled, she swore she had heard that name before, but she just couldn't place it. She shrugged it off and then threw the magazine on the counter.
Summer went off into her room just to see Peter come out the shower. She walked right by him without saying a word. She marched to the dresser, got a blanket out, and threw it at him. After he left the room, Summer put on one of her negligees and slipped under the covers. She reached over to her nightstand and placed her eye mask on. She snuggled under the covers by herself, and fell asleep.
A/N: tell me what you think about this one. If you like it I'll continue. Anyway read&review.
