Louis Vega swiftly moved up the steps of the co-op his mind quickly reviewing his days work. He was greeted by the buildings doorman with a wary nod and beady brown eyes. His eyes shifted to the cameras and his brow furrowed. If the client that lived in this building wasn't worth the house call then he would never take such a risk. He face darkened as he stepped into the elevator being sure to scan for anything out of place before he hit the button to his desired floor. The gilded elevator doors opened to a darkened mahogany paneled hall. He knocked on the door which was opened by an irritable looking wavy-haired blond with hazel eyes. Her teeth sucked and she moved to slam the door but his hand caught it.

'Hello to you to,' he muttered.

'He's in his office,' she said coldly before returning to her position in his living room.

Her paperwork was scattered about her neatly as she curled back into a sofa to resume her business. Louis stared for a moment licking his lips helplessly jealous of the long legs he knew his customer would be enjoying later on tonight. He made his way to the hand carved French doors and knocked lightly.

'Bitch I said was busy,' the male voice inside snapped. He could here the chair on the other side of the doors scuffing back as if the man on the other side of the door was infuriated.

Louis smirked to himself. He just wanted to see his face when he realized that he wasn't that bitch on the sofa. The door split apart swiftly and the verbal assault on the owner's lips faded. Louis laughed to himself as he sauntered into the office. Lucas Scott's trophy wall was impressive for anyone to admire. Louis had to admit it. He had caught himself a big fish this time. Louis perused several of the golden men that stood proudly amongst other awards and photos. It was always interesting to see what the customers cared about. Usually there were never any memories about but Lucas covered himself in them as if he wanted to remain in his past and not forget it. The others, their eyes were so hollow that they weren't even sure they had a past and probably couldn't remember the cause of the pain they were running from in the first place. However this one kept a documentary of it. Faded family photos and old friends occupied his shelves with several newer photos of him at industry parties and business functions. He occasionally came out to support charities and Louis would observe his distinguished anti-social demeanor. A curt nod, several words that often caused an eruption of dry laughs and then he would scan the room in search of something. Lucas would analyze it all then shut down like a dying cell phone. He had been seeing less and less of him in public and the house calls were more frequent. Louis didn't mind however. Lucas Scott was a brilliant writer and an even better movie director, a beautiful mind all around. His films were legendary and genius. AFI treated him like the fucking hero of the universe. A irritable grunt stirred Louis from his musings. He reached a hand in his pocket to produce the pills.

'They are little stronger than usual. My connect couldn't get the smaller prescription this time,' Louis lied.

Lucas shrugged and tossed him an envelope.

'You know where the door is,' He waved dismissing him.

Any other customer would have been quickly introduced to Louis's fist however this one was an exception. He had the blessing of Brooke Davis who was one of his favorite customers for his cover business. Louis was also into photography and did dozens of fashion shoots for key individuals. Brooke got along with him well her spunky behavior always welcome after a customer wore his patience. He swallowed before relaying his message.

'Actually Brooke wanted me to ask you if you could come to the gala next week,' Louis said uncertainly.

Lucas's head snapped up. The last time Brooke had asked hadn't been pretty, neither had the time before that. Lucas didn't like that Brooke even knew who Louis was. Louis wasn't sure how they met or what they meant to each other. He only assumed they had dated by the way they fiercely protected each other's privacy and asked after one another. Had Louis even bothered to look closely at some of the photos on Lucas's back wall he would have seen pictures of her and a familiar looking blonde staring back at him. Louis shifted uneasily hoping the man would remember he was only the messenger.

'Fine,' he responded despondently.

'Um did you want me to tell her to send clothes over,' Louis asked cautiously.

'Yeah...Tell the other one I'll be ready in ten,' Lucas snapped irritably before shoving two pills down his throat. He chased it down with the nearest alcoholic beverage at the mini-bar. The prescription was far stronger than Lucas was used to and the alcohol magnified it. The room swayed waiting for him to collapse into his chair. He closed his eyes and smiled as the green eyes floated in front of him.

Louis nodded and closed the doors behind him. He paused at the living room never taking his eyes off the sun kissed legs on the coffee table.

'Hey hoe you got ten,' the delight in his voice evident.

Her head snapped up and a mixture of frustration and fear crept over her demeanor. Louis chuckled. He'd always wanted to say that to such a snobby chick.

'He's got you so whipped. Why don't you go home to your husband and tell him to stick it,' Louis snorted,' or at least kick it to me. I can do things to you you only dream of.'

'He'll kill himself if no one is here,' she said quietly.

Louis grew sober. She was right. She shifted her self from the table and quickly began to place her papers away in her bag. She was hot and she had all the right curves in all the right places. To bad she really was married and cheating on her husband. Louis could never trust those types. Those always landed you in jail at the end of the day. If only she knew he would only despise her more for it in the end.

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'This time let me save you'.

He couldn't remember when he heard her say it and what they were doing. Her voice and tone were serious and that's all he could remember. He wanted her to save him in some aspect. Save him from himself. She was the only one who knew how. The higher he got the more he thought he could figure it out. The landscape to a memory would spring forth in his mind's eye and he'd remember it. But all he got was darkness and the familiar tune to a song he couldn't place. Something about believer's. Lucas sat outside on his balcony taking in the city sounds around him. New York City at night held an inviting darkness for him. Something he had learned to use as comfort in the years he had chosen not to return to his home town of Tree Hill, North Carolina. He lit his cigar as the distant sound of night revelers finally caught his ears. Louis was a resourceful man and the Cuban cigars with the inscribed L.E.S., were a blessing. Lucas paused watching the bright orange glow burn at his initials. It was a ritual of his. Watching the gold foil letters burn was a type of therapy he couldn't explain. His mind was wary as he battled his demons within. A deep inhale mixed with the dwindling effects of the drugs and alcohol was good enough to prolong his high. He could hear her shuffling behind him too afraid to turn on the lights to look for her clothes. He rolled his eyes in deep irritation. Just fucking leave already he thought.

'I'm leaving,' she called softly.

'Don't come back,' he muttered.

He wanted to spit the taste of her out of his mouth. She sickened him as the thought of their actions replayed in his head. That is till she did that thing. His lions took control despite his emotions and he turned to watch his ex-wife. She was sexy as hell in the dirty girl lingerie she seemed to have endless amounts of. He didn't quite understand why she was cheating on her husband. Lucas, however, could never turn her down. She would show up to his place on cue whenever he asked, whenever she needed. Ready and willing to spread at the summons of a text message. He hated her with a depth he had never known he could possess. At least a depth he wouldn't ever admit he possessed. She had stopped turning the lights on long before their marriage ended. It was a the easiest way to remind him that she wasn't her. The hazel eyes were watery and the blonde waves tangled as she pulled the shirt over her head in a rush.

'What's the hurry,' he growled huskily at her. He wanted to be inside of her again.

Something warm sent tingles through her body changing the air about her.

'Nothing really,' she said making the fatal mistake of bending over in her lingerie. She could have kicked herself as she tried not to stand up to quickly.

'You know I love it when you bend over like that,' his voice cooed to her. He had soundlessly crept up behind her.

Her face flushed in the darkness as she was pulled by her hips toward the middle of the bed. God what was she doing?

'Don't go just yet,' his hot breathe spiked her heart rate. Of course she still had it bad for him. He was Lucas Scott after all. Loving him was nothing healthy.

A low growl was elicited from her as his teeth bit at her through her shirt fabric. He was yanking at the few garments she had managed to find. His breathing was labored as she inhaled the sweet smell of cigar radiating from him. She gasped as the fingers traveled down her body to immerse themselves inside of her. The squishing sounds filled the air and she could feel his cold blue eyes searching her face. Her soft moans escaped as the fingers were replaced with teeth.

'God Luc stop it,' she moaned.

She tried to squirm away from the delicious feeling in between her legs. No more teeth just fingers now. He wasn't going to stop until he was finished repossessing her.

'Why I thought you liked it,' he regarded her coldly.

She grabbed a sheet trying to pull away. Her knees brushed his erection only encouraging him.

'I thought you liked it when I fucked you,' he was growing upset.

'I'm trying to get a condom,' she panted.

His rhythm slowed to a unbearable tempo as she grabbed a condom from the dresser. He nibbled at her shoulders and her breasts making her tasks far more difficult. She rolled it on careful to rub his body in the right places as she did.

'Damn Lindsey,' he hissed lustfully.

Before she could respond she was on her stomach her legs being spread apart roughly. It was when it was like this that she hated herself for it. He wasn't even trying to feel it. He wasn't the lover she had once known. She was simply now a very good fuck of which he was very unlikely to contract anything from. Lucas thrust himself into the soft flesh grateful that his lingering high could make the experience far more exhilarating than what it was.

'Tell me you like it,' he demanded and his hips smacked into her backside.

'Stop it,' she said refusing to respond. She was no longer turned on and it was becoming a little painful.

'Say you like it Linds,' he warned. He could feel his finger moistening as he flicked at the pulsing nub in between her legs.

'Stop it,' she groaned again the desire riddling her voice. She didn't want him to stop but she didn't like that he knew it. She hated how much he was able to analyze her. If only she could do the same.

The thrusts quickened as her legs curled about his. She was trying not to orgasm but defying Lucas Scott's fingers and body was a fete no woman had mastered. Well there was the one.

'Say you fucking like it.'

'I fucking like it,' she snapped through gritted teeth.

'Your such a bitch,' he muttered completely irritated with her tone. He leaned forward placing both her legs in between his to tighten the feeling. She groaned and squirmed as he let his soaked fingers travel to her mouth.

'I said I fucking like it Lucas' she purred in the tone he preferred. She didn't need any bruises to add to the collection Jon had been creating. Lucas had never hit her but here lately he had come close to it. She began to suck sensually at her juices that coated his fingers. That alone was enough to possibly send him over the edge. Anything to hurry him this time was her priority. His body was suddenly enveloping her. He was allowing himself two minutes of vulnerability tonight. Her heart ached for him to love her but she knew that was a pipe dream long gone.

'You love me right?' he whispered in her ear.

'Of course baby,' she whispered back. He'd never say it back.

He held her tightly both arms encircling her. His chest covered her back completely as if for several moments he actually needed her. She finally gave in to the pleasure, her body vibrating from the attention it received. He groaned savoring the moment however it was followed by a sigh. A sigh she recognized all too well. The sigh that had finally drove her into the possessive arms of her new husband that she barely loved. Lucas's regretful sigh shattered the small bond that had been forged moments ago and seemed to echo as he made his way to the bathroom. She seized the moment scrambling for the thirty seconds she'd have to quickly get the hell out of his home. The light quickly flicked on, identifying the necessary objects she needed. She flicked it off careful not to make a sound as she dressed on her way towards the door. She could straighten up outside he wouldn't follow her that far. Her things were neatly placed by the door awaiting her get away. A few more weeks and she could finally leave this life behind her.