SUN-N.Y. - 1
The green light of the alarm clock blared: 5:57 a.m. Once again, Alexis awoke before the familiar buzz could wake her, nervous anticipation acting as its substitute. She sprang out of bed and hopped into the shower, although her meeting was not for another two hours.
A month ago, she would have thought the craziest thing she would have ever done, was sleep with Sonny, her client and her friend. Just as she predicted, it had ruined everything. Honestly, she knew what had ruined everything; it was the return of his not-dead-ex-wife that and her own fear.
Watching Sonny leave felt like a punch in the gut. She had pushed him out of the door as much as he left on his own volition. There was nothing else she could do. There could never have been an "us" in the context of she and Sonny, thus, she had to send him where he had a chance of finding even a small bit of happiness...back to Carly.
What she couldn't have expected was to find her own bit of joy, in her work. More specifically in her new client. As much as she hated to admit it, working for Sonny gave her a rush. Considering his reputation, her newest client could give Sonny a run for the money in the getting-into-trouble department.
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Once again, Sonny found himself at Alexis's door. Although his body had reconciled with Carly's, his heart remained with Alexis. Not that it mattered; Alexis had made it clear that she didn't want him. How many Harvard lawyers wanted a glorified street-thug? Once before, she had all but admitted he was tainted.
He rang the doorbell then began to run his hands through his hair, smoothing curls that had yet to fall out of place. When Kristina appeared, he sheepishly smiled as he tried his best to emphasize his dimples…his fallback.
"Hi, um, Kristina, is Alexis home?"
Kristina looked at this man, a pillar of the organized crime community. Somehow he was smart enough to run a territory but too blind to manage his own heart. Perhaps, she thought, he simply needed a push.
"Oh, hi Sonny. Alexis ran out of here the first thing this morning. She had to meet with someone."
"Oh," Sonny replied sadly. "Do you when she'll be back?"
Kristina went in for the kill. "No, probably not until late. She's been spending a lot of time with this guy." She smiled, innocently.
Sonny managed to grumble, "Thanks," before he headed to the elevator. After noticing that Kristina continued to stare, he plastered a fake smile on his face and gave her a hearty wave before the doors closed. No sooner than he stood alone in the elevator, he slammed his fist against the door and whispered, "Damn."
****
Alexis stood at the door of the make shift office of her newest client. She had to admire his chutzpah. He had managed to purchase one of the last available buildings on the docks without anyone, including Sonny or Jax finding out who he was.
Tentatively, she pushed the door open. Only to be greeted by his barking, "Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to come in here and help me?"
Alexis straightened her body, put on her best poker face and closed the door behind her. "Do I have to remind you that moving boxes is not in my contract?"
"I know, I know," he replied hastily. "I pay you to help me get my paper up and running." With a walk that reeked of attitude and bravado, he made his way to her. "O.K., I gotta come up with a new name for the Port Charles edition of my paper. Since my paper back home is called The Sun, I was thinking of calling this one Sun...N.Y. or Sunny. You get it, it's kind of a play on words involving Port Charles most famous resident."
Alexis stood gaping at his gall. In town three weeks and already he was ready to make powerful enemies, of course, what else would she expect from Todd Manning.