Here is the second installment of the story; it didn't take me that long this time. I hope you all enjoy!
Oh, I forgot to mention this but I'm in search of a Beta if anyone is interested let me know ^-^
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
.
.
.
Revenge Thy Name is "Ollie"
7 years later…
Chloe Ann Sullivan was 25 years of age, a successful, passionate, beautiful and intelligent reporter for The Daily Planet, who wrote under the penname "Lois Lane" and had more journalism awards under her name than anyone could count. A beautiful blonde, with long locks, your average 5' 5", expressive and bright hazel eyes, her body had bloomed into a beautiful shape and she was no longer the awkward teen many made fun of in the past.
Life had taken a turn for the better after her horrible prom night. She thought she would be a target for teasing for the rest of her high school life after what had happened on the dance floor but surprisingly so, she wasn't. She was made fun of for other reasons of course, her intelligence, her obsession with the weird an unexplained, her quirky sense of fashion that very few seemed to understand. Yet, no one ever mentioned that night. The fact that Clark Kent, her best friend of all times, stuck to her like glue and shared strange glances with anyone that would dare look twice her way didn't ring a bell whatsoever, he had never liked that many people at the school anyways. All she knew and cared to acknowledge was that Clark was there, like he always was since the day they first met and she liked things that way.
Talking about Clark…
He had been inspired by her to be part of the Journalism world and went with her to Met U for a Journalism degree as well. They were inseparable, they took the same classes, shared the same lunches, went to the same events together. Now they lived in the same apartment building with their apartments adjacent to each other - either Chloe spent the better part of the day in his apartment or he would in hers-. It was a wonder they paid separate rent when they only needed one apartment and now they worked at the DP together. They were the Ace Reporters of the paper, "Chloe and Clark" or "Lois and Clark" (as they were usually referred to as well) it had a nice ring to it. Clark also, as per suggestion of Chloe, adopted the name of Superman when patrolling the city and had let her have the exclusive of presenting the new hero to the world.
"Hello beautiful," Clark greeted her with a kiss on the cheek but she never thought much of it. He on the other hand…
"Hello gorgeous," their relationship was like that, they were best friends after all. She took the coffee cup from his hand, "guess who we have an exclusive with?"
Before he could answer sirens were heard on the outside, she looked at him knowingly, "Meet me at Queen Enterprises when you're done."
His jaw clenched, "Queen? As in Oliver Queen?" Damn it. He hadn't thought of that guy in a while now, but apparently Chloe was still going to go through with that revenge she promised. Right now he couldn't worry about him, he had people to save, well… Superman had people to save.
{-}
"Miss Lane you can go in now," said the beautiful assistant of Queen Enterprises.
She stood up regally and walked with the outmost elegance she could muster. Today would be the beginning of her revenge; she would make him sorry and beg on his knees for her to forgive him for all the humiliation. She stepped inside and saw the man running on a treadmill, the years had been very gracious to Oliver Queen, he was better looking than she remembered.
Damn him.
He looked at her and jumped off the treadmill to greet her, "Miss Lane, I've heard so much about you,"
"Likewise, Mr. Queen" Any other woman may have been entranced with the man's physique, but not Chloe Ann Sullivan. "As you know I'm here to ask some questions about the new economic development plan Queen Industries is funding."
"Ah, but of course." He sat on his desk and leaned towards her. "How about I give you a private interview?"
"Isn't that what you're doing right now?" Of course she had picked up on the suggestiveness of his question, but she wasn't about to give in that easily.
He smirked, "What I meant to say was," he inched closer to her, yet she didn't budge in the least, "dinner at eight. Pick you up quarter till?"
She laughed inwardly, he hadn't changed a bit. He was still the same pompous, selfish, playboy from seven years ago.
Their lips were a few inches apart. Thankfully, Clark Kent burst inside the office just in the nick of time. The sight that met him was extremely unpleasant and he felt the urge to fry the man with his heat vision. Unfortunately, Chloe was too close and he didn't want to harm her in the process of frying Queen, lucky bastard.
Oliver closed his eyes and retreated from the woman in front of him, "And you are?" he asked with annoyance.
"Clark Kent, reporter for the Daily Planet." He offered his hand out of courtesy and the blonde CEO took it with a little more force than necessary.
"Clark Kent," he said bitterly, "it's been a while. Here I thought you would be living in Hicksville with that little blonde friend of yours."
"It's Smallville, Queen." He completely dismissed the rest of his comment.
"Hicksville. Smallville. Same thing." He put a shirt on and sat on his leather seat. "Whatever, happened to that blonde chick you always followed around?" he asked.
Clark couldn't help but to give a quick glance at Chloe and then back again at Oliver, "That blonde chick has a name you know." He took a seat on the chair next to Chloe, "Not that it would be any of your business but she is now a bright, beautiful and successful woman." He smiled with pride and Oliver didn't miss that.
"Bright, beautiful and successful…" He paused, amused by Clark's words, "That must mean she didn't stick around with you." He smirked pleased with himself, until he noticed that Clark held a ghost of a smile. That wasn't the reaction he was expecting.
"Not to interrupt the alpha male display here, but can we get back to business." Said Chloe with a stern voice.
"You know what sweetheart," Ollie grabbed the keys to his Lamborghini, "my secretary will give you all the documents you need for your article."
The woman stood up abruptly, "But Mr. Queen, you had agreed to an interview,"
Oliver was holding the door knob and smiled, "I did didn't I?" He turned around and looked at her, "That's why we're having dinner Ms. Lane." He winked at her and was satisfied to see that the Kent guy glared at him.
She stood up, "Of course. The charity dinner held by the mayor today, Clark and I shall meet you there." She took Clark by the arm and passed by Oliver.
Oliver Queen observed the closeness between the two reporters. At first he felt annoyed by this, but then a mischievous grin crept upon him. Ah, this would be just like the old days, taking away Kent's girl would be so much fun.
He deserved it after all.
.
.
.
Thank you for the feedback: whatweareafreaidof, kanahime-chan, nakala, Taboo.
I appreciate the time you took to read and review the story.
Taboo, thank you for the "good author" comment, it made me extremely happy!
As far as updates, believe me I try to update as soon as I can but, life has been frowning upon me lately and well there are other things that need my immediate attention. Still, thank you for your support!