++Title» Good Enough
++Chapter» Two
++Character» I own Nicole Denk and Makaila Jaden Julias. Triple H, Stephanie McMahon, and all the other assorted superstars are owned by the WWE.
++Date» Saturday, September 28, 2002
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Paul arrived at his home later that evening. He was walking into the house and heard the phone ringing. He grabbed the keys to his house and unlocked the front door, running towards the phone and leaving the door wide opened.
"Hello?" Paul asked into the receiver. "Stephanie, hey baby. I just got in. Hold on let me grab the cordless." Paul walked to the door, closing it and grabbing the cordless phone off the charger. "Hello?" Paul asked again, hanging up the other phone on the wall. "I'm good, just really tired." Paul paused. "Yeah, I know, well our next show isn't until Saturday so I have three days to myself." Paul laughed. "Stephanie, no, I just said your a jerk sometimes. I mean, look what you did to Nicole today. You can not tell me that was not down right uncalled for. So what? The poor girl ran into me, she had a lot of things on her mind." Paul said walking to the refrigerator and getting out a beer. "Kidding? You really sounded like you were kidding Steph." Paul started to take off his boots when he heard a car door slam and he went to walk to the front door. The door swung opened. Stephanie had the cell phone up to her ear and smiled to Paul. She stepped inside and kicked the door shut with her leg.
"I jumped in the Corvette right after you left." Stephanie said into the cell phone. Paul clicked the 'off' button on the cordless phone and set it down on the small table. Stephanie closed her flip cell phone and put it in her purse, still with her eyes on Paul. "I'm sorry..." Stephanie said. Paul walked up to Stephanie and kissed her lips. Stephanie returned the favor, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him back, slipping her tongue into Paul's heated mouth. He backed her up against the wall and started to skim her dress that was above her knees. "Paul..." Stephanie breathed into his ear. She raised her hands, giving Paul room to nibble on her jawbone. He moved her over and knocked the beer bottle to the floor.
"You are so fucking incredibly hot, Steph." Paul breathed into her neck. Stephanie dropped her purse, meeting the shattered beer on the floor. Stephanie grabbed the ridges of Paul's shirt and lifted it up over his head. She ran her fingernails over Paul's beautifully sculpted abs. She traced his collarbone with her finger tips and got a moan out of him.
"That is what I wanted to hear." Stephanie giggled into Paul's lips. Paul guided Stephanie towards the couch and laid himself down. She climbed on top of Paul and chuckled. Paul ran his fingers up her legs, moving her dress up inch by inch. She bent down and nibbled on Paul's ear. He whimpered a bit, smoothing his fingers over Stephanie's gorgeous brown hair. She could feel his erection growing under her which made her bite her lip.
"You drove three hours to torture me?" Paul asked as she pinched his hardened nipples. She licked her lips and bent down to Paul's belly button, looking up into his gorgeous hazel eyes.
"I drove three hours to fuck you. I want you to remember this night forever. Touch me Paul... I want you to love me like you've never loved any woman before." Stephanie said seductively. She grabbed Paul's hands and moved them up to her inner thighs.
"Jesus Christ, Steph. You drive me so fucking crazy." Paul reached down to unzip his pants but Stephanie pushed his hands away. She grabbed the zipper, pulling it down and removing his pants slowly.
"Boxers? Usually you wear... nothing." Stephanie said, her lip quivering.
"Well, I wasn't expecting my girlfriend to barge through my door either." They both laughed and Stephanie removed Paul's boxers. She had to blink once she seen Paul's hardened dick. Paul stared at Stephanie's gaze. "Steph, you act like you've never seen my cock before." Paul laughed and grabbed Stephanie, pulling her on top of him again. She bent down to kiss him but he flipped her over, making sure she was comfortable on the mess of pillows on the couch. He reached under Stephanie's dress and felt her wetness. Paul smiled deliciously.
"You've got no panties on." Paul said.
"I took them off in the Corvette." Stephanie whispered.
"You want me to take you right now, don't you baby?" Paul asked lifting her dress above her belly button. Stephanie nodded her head and Paul, granted her wish. He laid his hand on her stomach for support and slowly entered her tightness. She weeped in pain, thrashing her head from side to side. Paul noticed what she was going through by her facial expressions and commented, "Steph, sweetie... does it hurt that bad?"
"You're a lot... bigger than last time." Stephanie managed to get out. "Keep going... fast." Stephanie positioned herself lower on Paul's dick. He obeyed her command and deepened his length in her. He began to gently move in and out of her and as he heard her cries, he had flashing thoughts in his mind, which made him close his eyes, but still rock in and out of his girlfriend.
"Is that good enough?" Paul's words escaped his lips. Stephanie nodded her head in agreement and put her hands over her head.
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So don't tell me I
Haven't been good to you
Don't tell me I
Haven't been there for you
Just tell me why
Nothing is good enough
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"Holy fucking hell, Paul!" Stephanie screamed, reaching her orgasm. Paul pumped in and out of her for a good five more minutes, until he soon joined her in sheer bliss. Throwing his head back, he jolted his load into her. Collapsing on top of his lover, they laid there for minutes before Stephanie limply dropped her hands to the sides of the couch. Paul pulled on his boxers and straightened Stephanie's dress out. She groaned and stirred a little. He grabbed the blanket off the top of the couch and laid it over his girlfriend, kissing her on the forehead and getting up from the couch.
Paul stepped over the broken glass and into the kitchen. His cell phone jiggled across the table as the vibration motion went off. Paul walked over to the table and flipped open the small phone, holding it to his ear.
"Hello?" Paul silently said.
"Paul? Is this Paul?" A woman on the other end asked.
"Of course, who is this?" Paul had an idea of who it was, but he was just testing her.
"It's Nicole. I am so sorry I called so late, but I was just checking to see if I gave you the right script to Saturday's show." Nicole sounded frantic, but Paul went to his gym bag and pulled out a packet of paper clipped papers. "Paul, I think I gave you my fucking divorce papers." Paul rambled through and sure enough there was Nicole's divorce papers.
"Shit, I am so sorry. Do you want me to run them up you house tonight?" Paul said running up the steps to the master bedroom.
"No, it is late. I live in Connecticut, mind you. It can wait. Plus, it is my fault. I handed them to you." Nicole said. "I am just so glad that I had your cell phone listed on these documents or else I'd be fucked." Nicole laughed.
Paul grabbed his shoes, rapidly putting them on. "Nik, I got your address, I am so bored so I am just going to lay Stephanie in the bed-" Paul paused.
"Stephanie's there?" Nicole asked.
"Yeah, I am just going to tell her where I am going and I will be there by midnight. Wait for me."
"Paul, no! I don't want you driving at night." Nicole begged.
"I am thirty-three years old. I can handle it. Can you just give me twenty minutes to put Stephanie in the room? She is asleep on the couch." Paul asked.
"Yeah, no problem. Please, be careful." Nicole told Paul.
"I will mother." Paul joked and flipped the phone off. He went down to the couch and pushed on Stephanie's shoulder.
"Hmmm..." Stephanie squirmed around.
"Stephanie, get up, I have to go out to Connecticut for a little while." Paul said lifting Stephanie up. He carried her up the steps and into the master bedroom.
"Paul... no... what the fuck?" Stephanie said confused in Paul's arms. He laid her down on the bed and lifted her up to cover her.
"I will be back at seven tomorrow. I love you sweetie." Paul kissed Stephanie on the forehead and ran down the steps. He grabbed the keys and his cell phone off the kitchen counter and put the alarm to the house on. He ran to his Escalade and headed for the long ride to Connecticut.
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Paul arrived at Nicole's around twelve-fifteen. He pulled into the drive way, looking on the divorce papers to see if he was at the correct house. He turned the car off and put his alarm on. He knocked on the door quietly and Nicole opened it softly.
Nicole smiled and blinked in the midst of sleep, "Hey. Come in, it is kind of cold." Nicole let Paul in to her heated home and went to the couch to cover up. "I made you some hot chocolate, make yourself at home."
"Thanks, but I've just come to give you the papers, I've got to get going back..." Paul was cut off by Nicole.
"You're kidding! It's snowing and you wouldn't be home until four in the morning anyway. Stay for a little while... if you want to that is." Nicole said.
"Sure... I told Stephanie I'd be home at seven so I don't think it'd..." Paul turned his head and seen a little child standing in the doorway of the kitchen and living room holding her little rabbit stuffed animal. She was biting on his ear and Paul smiled. She looked exactly like the tiny girl in the framed picture on Nicole's desk. Paul knew now who she was, "...well hello there. What is your name?" Paul asked the small girl. Nicole got up off the couch and had her hands on her hips.
"Makaila Jaden JULIAS!" The little girl put emphasis on her last name. "This is my little 'Boogers' the rabbit!" The girl giggled and ran to Nicole. "Mommmy!" Makaila whined. "I can't sleep. I keep seeing this big ugly fat juicy red and green mon..."
"Makaila... calm down, say hello to Mr. Paul and run along to watch some TV or something." Nicole patted the girls behind and pushed her to the kitchen. The girl looked up at Paul, still nibbling on the rabbit's ears.
"My bunny's name is 'Boogers'." The girl laughed widely and Paul knelt down to her level. "You're giganticus." The small girl said with her big blue eyes opened.
"Hey there. How old are you, Makaila?" Paul asked.
"This many..." Makaila held up three fingers in front of Paul's eyes. "You're sooo giganticus." Makaila began to run around Paul screaming and dragging her bunny behind her. Nicole got up and picked the small girl up.
"Sorry Paul, give me a minute to put her back down." Makaila started to scream and wave with her bunny to Paul. Paul waved goodbye and the little girl continued to wave until Nicole placed her in the bed. "Makaila, I have a friend over. Please don't get out of bed. Think about happy thoughts, like pink flowers, and blue cotton candy." Paul crept around the corner, watching Nicole run her fingers through MaKaila's long brown hair.
"Will you get me some blue cotton candy tomorrow? With a bunny on it, and chocolate frosting with vanilla creme and purple ice cream with..." Makaila let her imagination wonder again.
"Shhh, baby. I will get you that tomorrow. I promise. Just close your eyes and dream, alright?" Nicole kissed Makaila on the forehead, and tucked her under with 'Boogers' to go to sleep. Paul seen Nicole was getting up so he walked to the living room to sit down on the couch. Nicole walked out, closing the door to Makaila's room. "I am so sorry. She usually wakes up..."
"...no no. It's all right. You never told me you had a daughter." Paul said getting up to look at pictures placed on the mantle of the fireplace. He continued to run his large hands down the picture frames, coming across marvelous pictures of Nicole, Makaila, and a man. Nicole sat down and played with her rings on her fingers.
"I never thought you would care..." Nicole mumbled. Paul sat down next to Nicole and looked over her.
"You're one of my best friends... the only person who actually talks to me in the office... the one that tells me things, most of the time... and the only one that can actually help me cope with my girlfriend. But, you couldn't even tell me about your own daughter... come on, Nicole. Really, twisted." Paul turned and met Nicole's eyes. She put her head down in response.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think you would give me the time of day, no, I didn't think you gave a good shit." Paul touched Nicole's face and she glided her head along the palm of his hand.
Paul spoke silently, "I would give you the time of day, and I'd give a lot more shit about you if you'd tell me more about you."
"You know everything, I have a three year old daughter named Makaila. I am going through a fucked up divorce with a man named Greg and I've got emotions flowing that shouldn't be. Unless you want to know that I lost my virginity when I was fifteen and I had my first beer when I was twelve, that is all that I did not tell you. Paul, you've got a gorgeous girlfriend. Yeah, she can be a bitch, but she is such a good person to her fans and she is everything you ever wanted." Nicole said, playing with the edges of the blanket she had laying over her lap.
"Stephanie may be gorgeous on the outside, but she isn't so beautiful on the inside. She is a wonderful girlfriend, but I feel torn. I feel like it is ripping me in two being with her and thinking of..." Paul stopped. Nicole looked up and was surprised. "...you." Paul said simply. "And if you think for one moment that just because Stephanie is good to her fans, that means she's good to me then you have to rethink Nicole, because I am no fan. I wish I was a normal person. To me, everybody in that office is a normal person, you, me, and Stephanie. All of us, we just have privileges that not a lot of people have. You are a privilege. Being your friend, is a big privilege."
"You think about me? Then you go home and fuck your girlfriend? That is pretty twisted there too Paul." Nicole said a little angry, but happy she knew how Paul felt. Paul put his hands on his forehead. "I know you think about me. When you would go home, and fuck your husband, you would think about me. When you just put Makaila down to give her a kiss on the forehead goodnight, you thought about me. I know you. I don't know what you're about, but I can see you. Don't you see that?" Paul said reading Nicole's eyes.
Nicole opened her mouth, but no words would escape. She knew he was right. He was so right that it made her crazy. She closed and eyes and laid back. "Paul, I do think about you. A lot more then you'll ever know. I have a three year old daughter I have to raise and a husband I had to lose. You've got a steady girlfriend. We'll never be good enough for each other."
++Chapter» Two
++Character» I own Nicole Denk and Makaila Jaden Julias. Triple H, Stephanie McMahon, and all the other assorted superstars are owned by the WWE.
++Date» Saturday, September 28, 2002
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Paul arrived at his home later that evening. He was walking into the house and heard the phone ringing. He grabbed the keys to his house and unlocked the front door, running towards the phone and leaving the door wide opened.
"Hello?" Paul asked into the receiver. "Stephanie, hey baby. I just got in. Hold on let me grab the cordless." Paul walked to the door, closing it and grabbing the cordless phone off the charger. "Hello?" Paul asked again, hanging up the other phone on the wall. "I'm good, just really tired." Paul paused. "Yeah, I know, well our next show isn't until Saturday so I have three days to myself." Paul laughed. "Stephanie, no, I just said your a jerk sometimes. I mean, look what you did to Nicole today. You can not tell me that was not down right uncalled for. So what? The poor girl ran into me, she had a lot of things on her mind." Paul said walking to the refrigerator and getting out a beer. "Kidding? You really sounded like you were kidding Steph." Paul started to take off his boots when he heard a car door slam and he went to walk to the front door. The door swung opened. Stephanie had the cell phone up to her ear and smiled to Paul. She stepped inside and kicked the door shut with her leg.
"I jumped in the Corvette right after you left." Stephanie said into the cell phone. Paul clicked the 'off' button on the cordless phone and set it down on the small table. Stephanie closed her flip cell phone and put it in her purse, still with her eyes on Paul. "I'm sorry..." Stephanie said. Paul walked up to Stephanie and kissed her lips. Stephanie returned the favor, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him back, slipping her tongue into Paul's heated mouth. He backed her up against the wall and started to skim her dress that was above her knees. "Paul..." Stephanie breathed into his ear. She raised her hands, giving Paul room to nibble on her jawbone. He moved her over and knocked the beer bottle to the floor.
"You are so fucking incredibly hot, Steph." Paul breathed into her neck. Stephanie dropped her purse, meeting the shattered beer on the floor. Stephanie grabbed the ridges of Paul's shirt and lifted it up over his head. She ran her fingernails over Paul's beautifully sculpted abs. She traced his collarbone with her finger tips and got a moan out of him.
"That is what I wanted to hear." Stephanie giggled into Paul's lips. Paul guided Stephanie towards the couch and laid himself down. She climbed on top of Paul and chuckled. Paul ran his fingers up her legs, moving her dress up inch by inch. She bent down and nibbled on Paul's ear. He whimpered a bit, smoothing his fingers over Stephanie's gorgeous brown hair. She could feel his erection growing under her which made her bite her lip.
"You drove three hours to torture me?" Paul asked as she pinched his hardened nipples. She licked her lips and bent down to Paul's belly button, looking up into his gorgeous hazel eyes.
"I drove three hours to fuck you. I want you to remember this night forever. Touch me Paul... I want you to love me like you've never loved any woman before." Stephanie said seductively. She grabbed Paul's hands and moved them up to her inner thighs.
"Jesus Christ, Steph. You drive me so fucking crazy." Paul reached down to unzip his pants but Stephanie pushed his hands away. She grabbed the zipper, pulling it down and removing his pants slowly.
"Boxers? Usually you wear... nothing." Stephanie said, her lip quivering.
"Well, I wasn't expecting my girlfriend to barge through my door either." They both laughed and Stephanie removed Paul's boxers. She had to blink once she seen Paul's hardened dick. Paul stared at Stephanie's gaze. "Steph, you act like you've never seen my cock before." Paul laughed and grabbed Stephanie, pulling her on top of him again. She bent down to kiss him but he flipped her over, making sure she was comfortable on the mess of pillows on the couch. He reached under Stephanie's dress and felt her wetness. Paul smiled deliciously.
"You've got no panties on." Paul said.
"I took them off in the Corvette." Stephanie whispered.
"You want me to take you right now, don't you baby?" Paul asked lifting her dress above her belly button. Stephanie nodded her head and Paul, granted her wish. He laid his hand on her stomach for support and slowly entered her tightness. She weeped in pain, thrashing her head from side to side. Paul noticed what she was going through by her facial expressions and commented, "Steph, sweetie... does it hurt that bad?"
"You're a lot... bigger than last time." Stephanie managed to get out. "Keep going... fast." Stephanie positioned herself lower on Paul's dick. He obeyed her command and deepened his length in her. He began to gently move in and out of her and as he heard her cries, he had flashing thoughts in his mind, which made him close his eyes, but still rock in and out of his girlfriend.
"Is that good enough?" Paul's words escaped his lips. Stephanie nodded her head in agreement and put her hands over her head.
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So don't tell me I
Haven't been good to you
Don't tell me I
Haven't been there for you
Just tell me why
Nothing is good enough
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"Holy fucking hell, Paul!" Stephanie screamed, reaching her orgasm. Paul pumped in and out of her for a good five more minutes, until he soon joined her in sheer bliss. Throwing his head back, he jolted his load into her. Collapsing on top of his lover, they laid there for minutes before Stephanie limply dropped her hands to the sides of the couch. Paul pulled on his boxers and straightened Stephanie's dress out. She groaned and stirred a little. He grabbed the blanket off the top of the couch and laid it over his girlfriend, kissing her on the forehead and getting up from the couch.
Paul stepped over the broken glass and into the kitchen. His cell phone jiggled across the table as the vibration motion went off. Paul walked over to the table and flipped open the small phone, holding it to his ear.
"Hello?" Paul silently said.
"Paul? Is this Paul?" A woman on the other end asked.
"Of course, who is this?" Paul had an idea of who it was, but he was just testing her.
"It's Nicole. I am so sorry I called so late, but I was just checking to see if I gave you the right script to Saturday's show." Nicole sounded frantic, but Paul went to his gym bag and pulled out a packet of paper clipped papers. "Paul, I think I gave you my fucking divorce papers." Paul rambled through and sure enough there was Nicole's divorce papers.
"Shit, I am so sorry. Do you want me to run them up you house tonight?" Paul said running up the steps to the master bedroom.
"No, it is late. I live in Connecticut, mind you. It can wait. Plus, it is my fault. I handed them to you." Nicole said. "I am just so glad that I had your cell phone listed on these documents or else I'd be fucked." Nicole laughed.
Paul grabbed his shoes, rapidly putting them on. "Nik, I got your address, I am so bored so I am just going to lay Stephanie in the bed-" Paul paused.
"Stephanie's there?" Nicole asked.
"Yeah, I am just going to tell her where I am going and I will be there by midnight. Wait for me."
"Paul, no! I don't want you driving at night." Nicole begged.
"I am thirty-three years old. I can handle it. Can you just give me twenty minutes to put Stephanie in the room? She is asleep on the couch." Paul asked.
"Yeah, no problem. Please, be careful." Nicole told Paul.
"I will mother." Paul joked and flipped the phone off. He went down to the couch and pushed on Stephanie's shoulder.
"Hmmm..." Stephanie squirmed around.
"Stephanie, get up, I have to go out to Connecticut for a little while." Paul said lifting Stephanie up. He carried her up the steps and into the master bedroom.
"Paul... no... what the fuck?" Stephanie said confused in Paul's arms. He laid her down on the bed and lifted her up to cover her.
"I will be back at seven tomorrow. I love you sweetie." Paul kissed Stephanie on the forehead and ran down the steps. He grabbed the keys and his cell phone off the kitchen counter and put the alarm to the house on. He ran to his Escalade and headed for the long ride to Connecticut.
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Paul arrived at Nicole's around twelve-fifteen. He pulled into the drive way, looking on the divorce papers to see if he was at the correct house. He turned the car off and put his alarm on. He knocked on the door quietly and Nicole opened it softly.
Nicole smiled and blinked in the midst of sleep, "Hey. Come in, it is kind of cold." Nicole let Paul in to her heated home and went to the couch to cover up. "I made you some hot chocolate, make yourself at home."
"Thanks, but I've just come to give you the papers, I've got to get going back..." Paul was cut off by Nicole.
"You're kidding! It's snowing and you wouldn't be home until four in the morning anyway. Stay for a little while... if you want to that is." Nicole said.
"Sure... I told Stephanie I'd be home at seven so I don't think it'd..." Paul turned his head and seen a little child standing in the doorway of the kitchen and living room holding her little rabbit stuffed animal. She was biting on his ear and Paul smiled. She looked exactly like the tiny girl in the framed picture on Nicole's desk. Paul knew now who she was, "...well hello there. What is your name?" Paul asked the small girl. Nicole got up off the couch and had her hands on her hips.
"Makaila Jaden JULIAS!" The little girl put emphasis on her last name. "This is my little 'Boogers' the rabbit!" The girl giggled and ran to Nicole. "Mommmy!" Makaila whined. "I can't sleep. I keep seeing this big ugly fat juicy red and green mon..."
"Makaila... calm down, say hello to Mr. Paul and run along to watch some TV or something." Nicole patted the girls behind and pushed her to the kitchen. The girl looked up at Paul, still nibbling on the rabbit's ears.
"My bunny's name is 'Boogers'." The girl laughed widely and Paul knelt down to her level. "You're giganticus." The small girl said with her big blue eyes opened.
"Hey there. How old are you, Makaila?" Paul asked.
"This many..." Makaila held up three fingers in front of Paul's eyes. "You're sooo giganticus." Makaila began to run around Paul screaming and dragging her bunny behind her. Nicole got up and picked the small girl up.
"Sorry Paul, give me a minute to put her back down." Makaila started to scream and wave with her bunny to Paul. Paul waved goodbye and the little girl continued to wave until Nicole placed her in the bed. "Makaila, I have a friend over. Please don't get out of bed. Think about happy thoughts, like pink flowers, and blue cotton candy." Paul crept around the corner, watching Nicole run her fingers through MaKaila's long brown hair.
"Will you get me some blue cotton candy tomorrow? With a bunny on it, and chocolate frosting with vanilla creme and purple ice cream with..." Makaila let her imagination wonder again.
"Shhh, baby. I will get you that tomorrow. I promise. Just close your eyes and dream, alright?" Nicole kissed Makaila on the forehead, and tucked her under with 'Boogers' to go to sleep. Paul seen Nicole was getting up so he walked to the living room to sit down on the couch. Nicole walked out, closing the door to Makaila's room. "I am so sorry. She usually wakes up..."
"...no no. It's all right. You never told me you had a daughter." Paul said getting up to look at pictures placed on the mantle of the fireplace. He continued to run his large hands down the picture frames, coming across marvelous pictures of Nicole, Makaila, and a man. Nicole sat down and played with her rings on her fingers.
"I never thought you would care..." Nicole mumbled. Paul sat down next to Nicole and looked over her.
"You're one of my best friends... the only person who actually talks to me in the office... the one that tells me things, most of the time... and the only one that can actually help me cope with my girlfriend. But, you couldn't even tell me about your own daughter... come on, Nicole. Really, twisted." Paul turned and met Nicole's eyes. She put her head down in response.
"I'm sorry. I didn't think you would give me the time of day, no, I didn't think you gave a good shit." Paul touched Nicole's face and she glided her head along the palm of his hand.
Paul spoke silently, "I would give you the time of day, and I'd give a lot more shit about you if you'd tell me more about you."
"You know everything, I have a three year old daughter named Makaila. I am going through a fucked up divorce with a man named Greg and I've got emotions flowing that shouldn't be. Unless you want to know that I lost my virginity when I was fifteen and I had my first beer when I was twelve, that is all that I did not tell you. Paul, you've got a gorgeous girlfriend. Yeah, she can be a bitch, but she is such a good person to her fans and she is everything you ever wanted." Nicole said, playing with the edges of the blanket she had laying over her lap.
"Stephanie may be gorgeous on the outside, but she isn't so beautiful on the inside. She is a wonderful girlfriend, but I feel torn. I feel like it is ripping me in two being with her and thinking of..." Paul stopped. Nicole looked up and was surprised. "...you." Paul said simply. "And if you think for one moment that just because Stephanie is good to her fans, that means she's good to me then you have to rethink Nicole, because I am no fan. I wish I was a normal person. To me, everybody in that office is a normal person, you, me, and Stephanie. All of us, we just have privileges that not a lot of people have. You are a privilege. Being your friend, is a big privilege."
"You think about me? Then you go home and fuck your girlfriend? That is pretty twisted there too Paul." Nicole said a little angry, but happy she knew how Paul felt. Paul put his hands on his forehead. "I know you think about me. When you would go home, and fuck your husband, you would think about me. When you just put Makaila down to give her a kiss on the forehead goodnight, you thought about me. I know you. I don't know what you're about, but I can see you. Don't you see that?" Paul said reading Nicole's eyes.
Nicole opened her mouth, but no words would escape. She knew he was right. He was so right that it made her crazy. She closed and eyes and laid back. "Paul, I do think about you. A lot more then you'll ever know. I have a three year old daughter I have to raise and a husband I had to lose. You've got a steady girlfriend. We'll never be good enough for each other."