Chapter Two

AN:Ello!I's a here. LOL, anyway, I'm happy with my reviews and thanks to everyone that did review, though, as a writer, I would love more. Also, for once, no one said that my chapter was too short, so YAY!!!! And now, here's the thing I forgot last time.

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"That's it for Channel One, noon edition. Calvin Drake will see you at Five and Six. Until then, Good day," Kori finished, smiling until they gave her a signal. She sighed in relief and got up. She felt fake and angered. She looked over at Kitten.

"You just had to make sure that we mentioned Richard, didn't you?" Kori asked. Kitten smiled and crossed her arms, making her A cup, boobs look plump.

"Aw, are you jealous? You do know that Richard and I are still going out, right?" Kitten asked. Kori rolled her eyes and picked up her papers.

"Why would I be jealous? I have a loving fiancé at home and truthfully, I really wouldn't care if he happened to be dating Miss America," she told the blonde. Kitten sneered a bit, a very strange and unusual face she did. Kori raised a slight brow and walked off the set, still being followed by her boss.

"Yeah, but I'm much more pretty than Miss America so you should be jealous," Kitten said. Kori ignored her, sitting in her desk and hiding her papers. She looked up at the frustrated blonde.

"Did you say something?" she asked her. Kitten threw her hand sup and walked away, much to Kori's relief.

What Kitten said kept replaying in her mind. Was the two really going out? From her knowledge, he had dumped her long ago. Gossip also said she was going out with the sports writer. For some reason, she did feel jealous.

"Lost in thought?" Rachel's voice beamed. Kori almost jumped as she looked at the pale skinned girl. Kori nodded a bit, then starting to smile.

"Yeah, I was thinking about tonight. I don't have anything to wear!" Kori said, realizing her closet was a dread to find evening gowns. Rachel smiled and Karen peered over smiling.

"You know what that means," Karen started. They all stood up and squealed, "Shopping!"

"I expect next time you do the job right, understood?' Bruce asked a young man. The young man nodded, then walking off. Richard walked up behind Bruce and laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Bruce, take it easy. I'll take over from here you go and get suited up. The party is in a few hours," Richard explained to the sixty-five-year-old. Bruce sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"I won't argue with you on that. I'll be at the Manor if you need me," Bruce told him, rubbing his adoptive son's hair like he was a little kid. Richard smiled and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, leading him out.

"Do you need me to drive you?" Richard asked, opening the door. Bruce shook his head.

"No, Richard, you worry about the business. I'll get home just fine, and if I don't, you'll be the first to know, "Bruce's voice said faintly. Richard nodded and helped him in.

"Ok, then. I'll see you back at the Manor," Richard replied, shutting the door. Bruce waved and left off. Richard softly sighed and walked back inside, almost trampled by the new be.

"Mr. Grayson! I've been looking everywhere for you! A young man called you. I have him on hold," she said. She was only in her early twenties, almost resembling Kitten. Richard nodded.

"Ok, I'll take it from there," he told her, going into his office and picking up the phone. "Hello? This is Richard Grayson," he answered.

A husky voice then answered," Richard! This is Kyle Fawner. Do you remember me?" Richard stopped what he was doing and was totally caught on the phone.

"Kyle? Of course I remember you. What are you calling for," he said, trying to be as nice as possible?

"I was just thinking about Bruce's party tonight. It isn't gonna bother you being around Kori and me, is it?" Kyle asked. Richard sat down and rested his feet on the desk.

The thought of them two coming together, the whole couple thing, scared him. "Uh, no. Why would it bother me?" Richard asked. Kyle seemed speechless though it was hard to tell.

"I don't know. It's just you and I used to be closer and Kori was always your little home wrecker," Kyle said. Richard felt angered. It took all he could from cussing him out.

"Yeah, I guess, but it wouldn't bother me. You and Kori must obviously like each other a lot," Richard told him, not being able to say they loved each other.

"Oh? You must not have hit that, yet," he implied. Richard's face turned red in anger. He started to try and control his breathing.

"Excuse me? I think I misinterpreted you," he said, hoping he would say something different.

"I said you must not have hit that. You know, screwed her," Kyle blurted. It became harder and harder for Richard to control his anger. "I tell you, that girl stays tight, it's like fu-"

"Don't talk about Kori like that!" Richard suddenly said, going off the edge. He heard Kyle chuckle.

"Dude, settle it. Don't tell me you've never said or thought about Kori like that," he said. The more and more Kyle talked the more and more Richard felt like cussing him out.

"No, I haven't. She's more than that," he said, trying to be calm.

"You haven't got it on with her, have you? I can't believe it! Richard Grayson, Gotham's hottest bachelor has not got a piece of Kori's" before he could finish Richard hung-up on him. He pressed his intercom button and called for his secretary. Within five minutes, the blonde, Kitten look alike, walked in.

"Yes, Mr. Grayson?" she asked. Richard turned around in his chair, as if a business show.

"If a Kyle Fawner ever calls this place again, I want you to just hang up on him, understand?" he asked. She nodded.

"Yes, Mr. Grayson. Is there any reason for this? Mr. Fawner has always seemed nice to me," she told him. Richard turned around, his blue eyes scanning her over.

"You don't know him like I do. Now, I want to be alone," he ordered. The blonde nodded and walked out. A sigh escaped his lips.

He was frustrated and furious. Kyle was supposed to be her fiancé. He was practically advertising her as a street, virgin, whore. He himself had never thought about Kori that way. She was human, and she needed to be thought of that way.

He stood up and looked out of the window, it was starting into the late afternoon. He sighed and grabbed his coat and car keys.

"What about this one?" Kori asked, showing off a yellow, knee-high dress. Rachel and Karen about gagged. Kori sighed. "I've been trying on dresses for the last hour! Can you not find any dresses that even halfway look descent?" Kori asked.

"Sorry, Kori, there aren't any good evening dresses in here. This is like Hooch Mart," Karen replied, leaning against a rack. Rachel nodded holding up a black dress.

"I agree. I'm into the little black dress but this," she replied, holding it up." A prostitute wouldn't wear this!" Rachel threw the dress and shuddered. Kori smiled and went back in the dressing room, changing into her clothes.

"Well, I don't know what to do then. I really need something that's seductive, sexy, and will keep eyes on me. I need something that says, I'm not a virgin," she finished. She heard Rachel and Karen start softly talking. "Spill it," Kori replied.

"Oh, it's nothing, but I thought you believed in abstinence? " Karen asked. Kori pulled her shirt over her head and started on her jeans.

"I do, but other people don't have to know and it's not like I am one," Kori blurted out. She threw the dress over the door and luckily, Rachel caught it.

"You're not? I thought you were gonna save yourself for your wedding night?" Rachel asked. Kori shook her head.

"Kyle talked me into it. We've only done it once and..Uh . . . " Kori didn't finish. Rachel and Karen exchanged glances and then looked at Kori in unison.

"Spill it," they joked. Kori felt her face heat up and grabbed her purse, starting out. She kept quiet for a moment, until they were out of the store.

"He's like a rapist. I didn't feel anything but pain, and when he first did it, I think he thought I wasn't a virgin cause he didn't ask me if I was okay or if he could go slow or anything. I had to get new covers and sheets and half of the time, and I didn't know what he was doing." Kori told them. Karen stopped, crossing her arms.

"Say what?! Girl, he didn't talk you into making love, he did rape you. If Victor had done that, we wouldn't have had a second date!" Karen replied, really pissed off. Kori shook her head.

"Like I said, we've only done it once. I'm not sure if I could handle it again," Kori confessed. Rachel closed her violet eyes and shook her head.

"I'm starting to agree with you more, Karen. Kyle is a jerk," Rachel replied. Kori moaned.

"Let's not start this again. I'm trying to marry this guy and I sort of can't with the friends' feedback," Kori answered, suddenly stopping. She ignored the two and ran in the store and up to the clerk.

"Do you have a size five of that gown in the window!?" Kori asked. The girl nodded and came out from behind the desk and walked over to a rack.

"I have one left Ms. Would you like to purchase it?"

"Yes!" Kori answered, Rachel and Karen finally walking in. The young girl handed her the dress and Kori gave her a hundred. "Keep the change," Kori told her. She held it over her body and looked at the two. Both of their faces lit up.

"I getting something here, too," they practically said in unison.

"Dude, I can't think of any well ads! I've lost my touch!" moaned Garfield. Victor arched his back hand back and shot the basketball into the hoop. He cheerfully pulled his hand back. He looked over at the slumping man.

"Stop complaining. You'll figure something out. That ad isn't due until next week. Now me, I have mine due tomorrow," Victor told him. The dark-haired guy continued to moan.

"I still can't do it! I've used up all of my pickup lines, catch phrases, and slogans. The dispenser won't accept any more money," he said figuratively.

The ebony, buffed out, man rolled his eyes and picked the basketball back up. He hooped it again and again.

"Hey, you two," Kyle's voice said, welcoming himself in. Neither Victor nor Garfield enjoyed working for him. Yet, it was their job, and a very high-paying job at that. Both of them waved 'hi' to him and continued with their activities.

"Hey dude! My ad is due next week, right?" Garfield asked. Kyle nodded.

"Yeah, I expect your best work," Kyle told him.

"Oh yes sir. Also, that tie looks very nice," Garfield told his boss. Victor coughed slightly.

"Gay suck up," he coughed at Garfield. Kyle looked them both over.

"O...k, anyway, the Wayne Enterprise Party is tonight and you two are welcome to join us," Kyle told them. Garfield smiled, his pearly whites beaming.

"YES!" he yelled excitedly. Victor raised a brow and looked toward Kyle.

"By 'us' you mean our girl Kori and you, right?" he asked. Kyle nodded in confusion as Victor smiled. "Ok, I'm in," he then said.

Kyle sat down and looked at the two. "By the way, I'll need you two to protect Kori. I was talking to Richard, and I worry that he might plan to do something horrible to her tonight," Kyle told them. Victor raised a brow.

"Richard? Does something to Kori? You're out of your mind. Richard wouldn't lay a finger on her," Victor stated. Kyle leaned back and mocked him little.

"Well, I was just talking to him and he said some very rude things about her, "he leaded. Both Garfield and Victor glanced at each other.

"Like what?" Garfield asked.

"He was saying how much he wanted to get it on with her and how tight she probably was and"

"You can stop," Victor said in voice of authority. Kyle raised a brow. "I don't care what you say, Richard would say that about Kori. Richard might not be exactly the guy you want to bring home to mommy and daddy but he has more seif respect than to say something about Kori," Victor informed.

"I agree. Richard has always had a thing for her, in fact, they went out before, but he's always respected her," Garfield joined. Kyle appeared frustrated.

"Well, he sure didn't sound like it, and I can't take a chance. I'll give you two raises if you do. Bye," he said, storming out. Garfield looked at his friend.

"Well, I could use a raise,"

"Uh, Francis, that's a little tight," Bruce told him. The French man growled and loosened it.

"Are you satisfied now?!" he asked. Bruce nodded.

"Yeah but my hair isn't," before he could finish, the man walked out. Bruce chuckled and redid his tie. He heard footsteps and turned to see his adoptive son at the door.

Richard smiled and scanned his father over. "Looking nice Bruce. You look ten years younger," he complimented. Bruce messed his hair and walked to the bed, throwing Richard his tux.

"You're still greeting her," Bruce told him, knowing the pretty-boy real well. Richard sighed and moaned.

"Why do you curse me? If I have to greet her by myself, then I have to see Kyle, and after that talk today," Richard stopped and went into the bathroom to change.

"What did he say?" Bruce asked. He had always thought Kori would be perfect with Richard. He practically raised her and her sister when their parent's died.

"He was telling me about how she was in bed and how tight she was. I swear, Bruce, if he says something tonight, no one is holding me back from lunging at his throat and hanging on like a pit bull," Richard informed. Bruce couldn't believe his ears.

"That won't be necessary. I'll take care of Kyle. I'm having a talk with him tonight. I'll just take him when he first gets here," Bruce told him. Richard walked out in his tux and went straight to the mirror. "But you still have to greet Kori, unless you'd rather have Kitten," Bruce taunted.

"Kori is all mine," Richard said, then looking back. "I didn't mean that how it sounded. I meant that um, I'll greet her," Richard cleared up. Bruce smiled.

"Don't worry. I know what you meant. Why did you break up with her anyway?" Bruce asked. Richard sighed and straightened his tie.

"I didn't break up with her. She broke up with me," Richard said, softly but audible. Bruce sat down.

"Oh, well then, why did she break up with you?" he then asked. Richard pushed his hair back and sighed.

"She saw Tara and me behind the dorm building, making out," Richard admitted. Bruce's eyes went wide.

"She saw what! How could you do that to her, Richard?! Kori was the best thing to come along to you and you threw her away for a plastic, blonde!?" Bruce raged. Richard closed his eyes and looked down.

"I know ,Bruce, I know. There's not a day that goes by that I don't remember that. The worst thing is, tonight, I'll be with her and everything will be so gorgeous and we'll be alone, but I won't be able to kiss her because I gave her up for a quickie," Richard said, feeling guilty for once in his life. Bruce scanned over his adoptive son's body. He wasn't lying. Bruce walked up to him and laid an arm on his shoulder.

"She isn't married yet, Richard, and Kyle doesn't have blue eyes. Just remember that," Bruce told him, then walking out. Richard was confused as he messed his hair a bit to give him that sexy look. He let out a slight sigh and put his shoes on.

It was all Tara's fault, he tried to tell himself. He knew that didn't help. If he had thought with his head and not his dick, he might have been the one getting ready to marry her.

He let out a sigh and walked out, going downstairs to get the party started.

LASTLY: Okie dokie. I hopes you likes, the next chapter is solely the party. I must warn you, there might be some romance, and some broken hearts. Anyways, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!