Hey everyone! I hope you guys enjoy this first chapter because this is my first story ever I've posted on fanfiction! So if you like it or anything, please review and let me know! This is a VinCat story! So don't worry about the things you read and will come to read ;) I apologize for any errors or mistakes! I had my friend Kasey go over it and I wanna thank her for helping take part in creating this!
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"THE SITUATION"
CHAPTER 1
Catherine
Sirens. Horns. Beeps. All of the inevitable were ringing annoyingly in my ears on this "peachy" Thursday morning. Shoving my head into the depths of my drooped pillow as I banged the irritating reminder that it was now 6 am.
It was July 4th and it happened to be one of the most cheerful days of the year for most people. Sadly, that was not the case today for me. Today, July 4th, to me, meant busy. Nothing else, probably a little bit of stress, but busy. Many people may leave New York for this gracious holiday, but there are in fact more people visiting here as well today. And for me, that just so happened to mean a busy day at my bakery. I know I should be excited because yes I am going to do the one thing I enjoy everyday...but what I had to look forward to later...was the downfall of my day. I was supposed to be spending this day having fun, but instead I had a dinner to attend to. With my boyfriends parents.
Mr. Henry and Mrs. Deborah Marks...woopty-doo. I love my boyfriend to death, but every since I met his parents...they just don't seem to like me that much. Maybe it's because I'm not a doctor as well or maybe it's because my bakery is "too tacky for her taste" as I recall Deborah saying on one of our distressful meetings. She all in all really just didn't care for me that much. I had no idea why. Henry, on the other hand wasn't as worst as his bitter wife, he tolerated me but I could tell he had someone else in mind for his perfect son. Some ex named Claire who I've grown to hate hearing about. I heard she was an "impeccable woman", a "do-gooder", a "saint" as I remember the exact words he used during last Christmas' dinner. Deborah even had the nerve to say that she was Evan's soulmate. I remember being filled with anger at her insensitive remark. I mean, didn't these people know that I was his girlfriend now. I sighed, not really wanting to dread over this anymore. I was just gonna have to go through this evening filled with more fake smiles and silence as they rehashed the past. Whatever this holiday brings me, I just know it's going to be miserable.
I exhaled a deep breath and propelled myself up into the massive king-sized bed. Being greeted with more space next to me wasn't a surprise. I've kind of gotten used to it every since we moved in together. He was a doctor. A surgeon at that. Sure he got called in a lot but no matter how long he's gone in a day, I knew where he'd be returning to at night. Yes, my boyfriend saved peoples lives and I respected his profession. I knew I could never do what he does on a daily basis and I found myself being attracted to what he did. I smiled, remembering the first time we met. Evan and I met three years ago. He was on the job to exact. I was taking my dad for a check-up like any other time and that's when he saw me. He was tall and handsome with simmering blue eyes. He had a toothy grin, with just the right amount of facial hair. When he spoke, I detected a English accent that I instantly fell in love with. I laughed at his flirtatious comments and knew then and there that he was a player. So when he asked me out, I shut him down. But after that day, he claims it was by coincidence, but I ran into him every where. He was very, very persistent. So I finally said yes and we've been together every since. I know, I'm a very lucky woman.
I jumped when my cell phone buzzed on the night-stand. I slightly laughed at that being the source of the fright. As I lifted my iPhone up, across the screen it read "Tess". She's my best friend and also one of my business partners in my bakery. I've known her since high school and she's managed to stick by my side every since. She's probably calling to make sure I'm up, as I hate waking up early.
I answered the phone, "Hello?" I spoke groggily.
"Are you up?" she asked as I detected tension in her voice.
I flipped my legs over the bed, stretching, "Of course. My uh, my clothes are already laid out." I said extending the truth.
"You're totally lying aren't you?" she slightly convulsed and I could basically hear her shake her head. "You need to get up! Do you know what day it is?"
I finally prompted myself out of my all too comfortable bed and stalked my way to the bathroom. I huffed loudly, not wanting to be reminded that it was the 4th because of the people I had to endure later. "Yeah, it's July 4th." I said, less enthusiastic then intended.
"Not only that! Did you forget already? Today the inspector comes to the store and we need to make sure everything's in order before they come! I already called Heather, she's willing to open this morning. So get your lazy butt up!" she demanded with authority like my mother had a habit of doing.
My eyes bugged out. Crap. I had totally forgotten about that. Not only did I have the dinner from hell to look forward to, now I had this unfortunate event as well. Didn't these people have anything better to do on the holidays.
I cursed silently as I stepped on my hairbrush on the bathroom floor, in a hurry to cut the shower on.
"Ok! Ok! I'm getting ready. I'll see you in thirty!" she rushed as she hung up the phone.
Now for a moment of paradise. The shower. God I loved this shower. This is where I come to relieve all my frustrations, all my stress, and all my worry. Evan's had to pull me from it a couple of times, but I can't help it. It's where I come to forget about everything. The hot water calms my nerves and soothes my skin as it runs down my back. This is just what I needed. I grabbed the shampoo off the soap ledge and lathered it into my dark hair. After 20 minutes, I stepped out and grabbed my towel, wrapping it securely around my body. I grabbed my phone off the sink and checked the time, it was 6:45 am. Fantastic. So now I was running late. How long had I been laying in the bed? Now I only had fifthteen minutes to get ready.
I slipped my royal blue floral dress on, with the red lace band perfectly fitted around my waist to extenuate my curves. I stepped into my all red pumps, that made me at least 4 inches taller. I looked into the mirror, applying some red lip gloss and a little bit of eyeliner. I flattened my hair and checked my appearance in the mirror one more time, admiring the holiday colors. It had just turned 7:03 am and I grabbed my phone, car keys, and purse and headed out the front door. I had a long day ahead of me.
Vincent
It had just turned 1:00 pm and honestly, I just wanted to go home. I had been looking through file after file examination. Making sure every business inspection was accurate and honest. I had more papers to go over than usual because my partner, J.T., took the holidays off to go on a weekend vacation with his girlfriend Sara. I gotta say, I was very jealous of him right now. He was out enjoying the holidays while I was stuck at work. That was me a year ago, but this year I have to deal with divorce court dates and a greedy ex-wife, Alex. I can't wait til this is all over.
I checked my work schedule and reminded myself that I have another store inspection at the bakery Catcakes in an hour. Great. I guess getting the rest of the day off was out of question. God I hated my boss. As far as I knew, Terry, Sandra and myself were the only ones in the office today. For what reason? I have no idea. I could name one hundred other things I could be doing today other than working, like taking a nap. Sleep hasn't been in the cards for me lately with the whole divorce thing. I was actually presented with the news last night from my lawyer that Alex is also claiming to be a victim of "Mental Abuse" and that she was "Emotionally Stressed Out" during most of our marriage. And all I had to say to that was Wow. Who knew the woman who was the love of my life would ever stoop this low to get a dime? I promise, things haven't always been this way.
I met Alex four and a half years ago. She was the most radiant woman I'd had ever seen in my life. She had long, red hair and baby blue eyes. One of the things that really drawn me to her was her confidence. She knew what she wanted out of life and she always got it. Maybe that's not such a good thing now, but I knew then that I wanted her in my life. And I made that happen. We started dating and had been together for two years. Everything was perfect and I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, so I did just that. I proposed to her. After we married, during our honeymoon in Aruba she graced me with the news that she was pregnant. That's when I truly believed that my life was complete. I have to admit, I was the happiest man alive. But, six months into the pregnancy, Alex had started to have stomach aches and major pressure on her bladder. Then all in all, she stopped feeling the baby kick. That's when I knew something terribly had went wrong. And when we went for a check up, we were told that we'd lost our baby. After that, things were never the same. Alex just wasn't herself anymore. The first month after, she spent the days in bed. Unable to stop crying and I was there for her every step of the way. But she became detached. She wouldn't talk to me, I couldn't touch her, my own wife wouldn't look at me. I understand that she lost a child, but so did I. All I wanted to do was be there for her, and she shut me out.
After a while, she started coming home late, she would always be on the phone, and she was unusually happy. I suspected she had found someone else but I never knew for sure. Because soon after, I was presented with divorce papers. No warning, just "I want a divorce Vincent. I just don't love you anymore. Sorry." Sorry? I saw the signs but all she had to say was...Sorry? Then I began to see a side of Alex I had never seen. Since I took care of her financially, she found out she could receive much more money out of me now that we were getting a divorce. Not to mention she had one of the best lawyers in the city, Gabriel Lowen. I mean the guy was like a pitbull in a suit. I heard he had never lost a case. That showed me that Alex had one thing and one thing only on her mind, and that was to destroy me. I was the target in her evil doing. A part of me wondered what was the real reason our marriage fell apart, but now, after seeing her true colors...maybe everything was happening for a reason. And this is just how I found out that Alex Salter was truly not the woman for me.
I looked to the silver rolex on my left wrist and saw that it was 1:30 pm. I sighed and grabbed all of my files and put them into my suitcase. The drive to Catcakes was a 20 minute drive and if I wanted to be there early, I better head out now. I grabbed my suit jacket off the back of my chair before pushing it under the desk still piled with work. I made my way to the elevator and as the doors opened I was greeted with Brooke, my bosses secretary. She gave me a smile after a surprised look diminished off her face as I stepped in the elevator pressing button one, leaving the sixth floor.
"Hey, I didn't know you were working today!" she stated with anticipation.
I grinned to myself as she stared up at me, she had to be about five feet tall. I shook off the thought and nodded "Just going through paper work mostly, but I could say the same about you too. Sorenson got you working?" I asked, thinking again how much I hated him for making me work today.
She shrugged her shoulders, "Not really, he just told to get the Pizza Hut file for Lanes Rd" she said showing him the file in her hand, "apparently their getting shut down. Bug problem." She stated sticking her tongue out to show her disgust.
"Well I guess I won't be getting pizza tonight." he declared as she laughed, a little too hard.
"Same here." she bounced up and down on her heels as if she was a little kid. "Hey, are you free tonight? Cause I know this place that just opened called 21 Club, maybe we could check it out?" she asked, tittering her hands together waiting for an answer.
I had to know this was coming. I've known Brooke for a few months now and we often have casual conversations when I come in the mornings, usually a "Hey", "How you doing?" and a "See you later." I've gathered that she's a little shy since she started working here three months ago. Usually a quality I'm not attracted to, but she was cute. She had blonde shoulder length hair, dark brown eyes, and a cute child like smile. As she continued to stare up at me, it was obvious that she was starting to regret asking me out.
As the elevator doors dinged open, revealing the first floor to the parking lot, I knew I needed to give her an answer. Or say something. I looked to her and gave her a slight smile, "Sure, sounds like fun."
Her mouth fell open momentarily, not expecting the answer I gave but she quickly regained composure "Great. I'll meet you there at 6 pm?" She asked stepping out the elevator as well before the doors enclosed her.
I opened the door to my dark blue mustang then looked to her and smiled, "Yeah, that's perfect." I slid in the driver's seat as she waved at me goodbye and walked quickly to her car. I cranked up my ignition and pressed on the gas heading out the department parking lot. Maybe this date was just what I needed to get my mind off of things. Because I sure didn't have anything else good to look forward to.
But little did he know, he was so wrong.
A/N
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