NEW CHAPTER UP!!! I didn't think I was going to publish a new chapter so soon, but as next week I'm busy with school, I decided to spend my weekend writing new chapters for my stories (I wrote three more chapters for this one).

Thanks to everyone who read the first chapter and thanks too to layali, Adrea019 and Breakingdawn105 for the lovely reviews. As it was the first chapter, they meant a lot for me.

I hope everyone has fun reading this new chapter.

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At Night

- Thank you - Trish said closing the taxi's door. "I think I'm in the right place" Trish thought to herself turning around. She was sure it was the address Stacy gave her when she finally freed the tall blonde at the lunch time - Only that blonde to make an engagement party in the smallest club in New York - Trish whispered to herself walking to the building.

- My friends are throwing themselves at him - Stacy complained observing from the bar some of her girlfriends around Randy - It's my engagement part, not your friend's National Hunting Day.

- They are old enough to know where they are getting themselves into - John replied trying to calm down Stacy. Turning the bench, where Stacy was sat, to him, John and Stacy stayed face-to-face - And he brought company. He won't need your friends tonight.

- But probably tomorrow he is going to try to get one of their cell phone numbers - Stacy exclaimed leaning her head against his chest.

- So many night clubs, and you decided to come to the smallest one - Stacy heard a familiar voice. It was Trish's voice - I know my salary is bigger than yours, but he receives the same as I. I think you could have made the party in a bigger place.

- Trish, nice has ever - hearing John, Trish looked to him - I'm surprised for seeing you here.

Ignoring John, Trish gave Stacy a paper bag she had brought with her - This is for you. Now, if you don't mind I have to go to the bathroom.

Very surprised, Stacy stayed without know what to say - This is something new - John exclaimed when Trish wasn't anymore at their side - Did she give you a present?

- I already told you that Trish isn't a bad person. She can be bossy, but she is nice. If you give her an opportunity and you can see it - Stacy said defending Trish and removed the item that was inside the paper bag. It was covered with wrapping paper.

- I guess by the format that she is offering you a magazine from the place where you work - Stacy eyes leaned on John. He could notice by them that she wasn't with his commentaries.

- You are going to end up sleeping on the couch tonight - Stacy advised him. Unwrapping the present, Stacy saw it was a bridal magazine, it was a French bridal magazine full of weeding dresses - Trish isn't only nice, she has a good taste too.

Fixing her hair, Trish left the bathroom. Backing inside the night club, she noticed by the first time Randy's presence. "I should know he was here" Trish thought to herself walking to the bar. After all, Randy and John were friends.

- What do you wish? - the bartender asked Trish.

- A cosmopolitan - Trish requested. Taking a look to the night club, she recognized some people from the magazine. Most part of the woman worked under her wing (and the most interesting thing is that she probably had never had a conversation about other thing than work with them).

- Here you have - the men said placing the drink on the balcony. Picking up the glass, Trish almost tasted her drink when a voice interrupted her.

- You are really cliché - Randy spoke and sat at her side.

- Oh my God. He learned a new word - Trish replied not too happy. Why did he have to go mess with her? - I'm not here to handle your nonsense. I'm here for Stacy's engagement part, not to handle you.

- I always thought your life was too busy. I never thought you, Patricia, would have a life in the outside world - Randy said taking a look to his drink - In fact, I never thought you would enter in a night club, specialty in a night club that isn't famous.

- It seems you don't know me at all - Trish whispered and tasted her drink for the first time - What do you think about get out of my side?

- Sorry, it's a small club. It's the only free space - Randy replied and Trish rolled her eyes. She got there first. If someone was going to leave it was him, not her. She wasn't going to look a loser just because she couldn't handle him.

- Can we go now? - a blonde girl asked Randy.

- I didn't know you were a babysitter now - Trish said observing the blonde girl - I thought they paid you well. I didn't know you had to take care of children to have money.

- Excuse me, what did you call me? - the blonde girl had heard everything Trish had said, and she wasn't happy with her words - For your information I'm not a child. I'm twenty-one.

- Patricia, this is Barbie, her friends call her Kelly. Kelly this is Patricia, her friends call her Trish - Randy presented the two.

- Is she your ex-girlfriend or something like that - hearing Barbie's words, Trish choked on her drink, before started laughing.

- For some reason he calls me Patricia and not Trish - Trish replied and then put a smile on her face - I know you don't like me, but I have something to tell you. Don't go home with him. Tomorrow morning he isn't going to remember your name anymore and the cover he promised you, forget it. He only does it to get his way with you. Oh and when you call asking him to not forget you, probably he will be already setting up a date with another woman. Believe me, back off and go after another guy.

- Why should I believe in you? - Kelly questioned Trish feeling some dugouts. Something inside Kelly, was telling her that the petit blonde was right - As you said you never dated him.

- I already heard girls, who work in my magazine, talking about him and about how he is an asshole - Trish said and then pointed to some girls - If you don't believe me, go talk with them. They are going to tell you exactly that same thing than I did.

Randy didn't say a word. He watched Barbie going to the group of women - Nice for telling her, but you got too late - Randy replied without care if Barbie would leave the night club or not - I know you want me all for yourself, but chicks with cosmos are too cliché for me.

- Well, guys who whisky are too vulgar for me - Randy took a look at his glass and then to hers - I drink something with a good flavor, you don't.

- I think I already figured out your problem. You are so bitchy that any guy wants to get laid with you. I bet last time you had sex was a long time ago. Follow my advice: get drunk and get laid. Tomorrow you will be a nice person - Trish wanted to answer him, but no words came from her mouth. Did he really tell her that? Randy didn't wait for the woman to recover. Putting on his feet, he left the blonde.

"I hate him" Trish whispered finally drinking all the liquid inside her glass. Calling the bartender she requested another one. It didn't take her too long to have more alcohol inside her body than the level she was used to.

Next Day

"This can't be happening with me" Trish said waking up. She was feeling a major headache; a headache called hangover. Trying to reach the alarm clock, she noticed it wasn't on the bedside table. Taking a better look, she noticed she wasn't in her bedroom. Sitting on the bed, she realized someone was sleeping at her side.

- Okay - Trish whispered trying to keep herself calm. Last night was a blur inside her head and she couldn't remember who could be the person at her side. "Oh My God! What did I do?" Trish thought to herself trying to win courage to see who the guy was. Taking a depth breath, she removed the blanket. For a moment she had the feeling that her heart stopped beating. She couldn't believe the next words coming from her mouth would be his name - Randy.

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Ainat