DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING, SADLY.

A/n: Hi guys! I'm here again, this time with a new story. Since Hide and Seek is quite sad and Children Of Your Past is more of a family drama, I have decided to write this fic full of love, humor, without dramas. I hope you like it.

Today, April 15, 2018, my life has become a complete disaster.

In less than 24 hours I lost everything that mattered to me: my marriage, my job and my desire to be a mom with whom I believed was man of my life.

I lost even my favorite pair of shoes. Well, I have not really lost them. I just threw it against Alex's BMW, so I guess it will be somewhere inside that vehicle. I couldn't break his head but, hey, I broke the windows of his beloved car. That's something.

I go back to take a drink of the rum glass. I ask the bartender with a clumsy gesture to refill it again. I close my eyes, trying to clear my vision. The guy ignores my drunken ass and goes to serve cocktails with umbrellas to a group of silly girls.

- Hello, baby girl.

I pretend to be deaf. I do not feel like telling my traumas to an unknown person, let alone a man.

When I separate the sight of my empty glass, he is still there.

With a very dazzling smile and a burgundy shirt too tight. I wonder if much pressure will be good for blood circulation.

- What the hell do you want?

He raises his eyebrows and his dark eyes wide open. He seems surprised. I think he's one of those men who are not used to going unnoticed. And honestly, it's normal for this guy to get attention. He is VERY sexy, maybe too much. Suddenly I feel an irrepressible urge to fuck him.

- I'm Derek, what about you?

- No I'm not. I am Penelope.

I don't try to be funny, just unpleasant. Faking deafness has not worked.

I see him frown as he looks me up and down. I bite my lip, because that damn man is exciting me. God, I need a dick. One big naughty dick. I have to go through a sex shop.

- Penelope Garcia?

I throw my head back, trying not to fall forward.

- Now I'm Penelope Pattinson. For a short time, I have to say.

- You haven't changed anything, Pennywise.

I gape at him as I try to get up from the chair. It is not easy to maintain the balance after five glasses of rum and two of tequila. I fail miserably. I take a bad step and thank God that Derek grabs me before my drunken body falls to the ground.

I never thought that I would see again that guy who disrupted my adolescence between beers and whiskey, the one who stole my innocence and my hymen.

His face a few centimeters from mine, his strong arms around my waist, his seductive smile and ... those lips so appetizing ...

I inched closer and kissed him cheekily. Overall, I'm drunk. And that is the classic excuse to do what you damn well please.

When I get tired of biting his lips, I pull my mouth away from his. Derek looks at me surprised, his eyes wide open.

- You have not changed anything.