Brooke woke up in the morning spent. She didn't want to look at any newspapers or watch any television. She already knew what the headlines would say about her. She couldn't believe that more than a week ago her life was so quiet and now so was at the center of one of the biggest scandals. She liked Lucas so much already, she really did. It hurt her when she told him not to talk to her again, but there really wasn't anything else she could do. She could see why Lucas didn't love his wife. She was a complete bitch. Her foul mouth, crazy blond curls, ripped jeans, and rocker shirt. She looked like a crazy emo bitch. Definitely not what she imagined Lucas married to. He seemed more like the type who would be with someone classy, beautiful, and respectful. Someone like herself. But apparently Lucas was not the guy she thought he was. The pictures in her room told her that. She hadn't expected anything in the mail, let alone what that bitch had sent. When Lucas tried to talk to her she played dumb about it. The worst part was that she wanted him to tell her, but he lied about them saying they were family photos. The last photo in the pile is the one that broke her heart the most. She hadn't been out of the house that entire week, because she just didn't want to face the world. She lifted her head from the couch when her door opened.
"Hey home wrecking slut, how was the sex,' the feisty redhead said.
"Good morning Rachel. Nice to see you too. Who's bed have you been buried in this week?"
"I knew you had good taste in men, Brooke but this one is over the top, even for you. Although I think I like this scandalous you better," she said jokingly.
"Not funny Rachel. Besides that's over. I didn't sleep with him and I never will. Don't you keep up with the news," Brooke tried to joke. "What's up?"
"We are going out tonight. There is a new club opening and we are going."
"No Rachel, I really don't feel like going out tonight," Rachel went to stop her, but Brooke was having none of it. "Go have a good time and I'll see you back here after that, but I am not going out, so drop it."
"Whatever bitch. See you later," Rachel said as she made her way to her room.
Last week Lucas imagined things would be a lot quieter and calmer in his life. He thought he would wake up in the morning with Brooke in his arms, after getting to know everything about her. He had left Nathan's because he knew the media attention was going to be out of hand by that morning after that nights events, and he didn't want his brothers family to have to go through that. He had tried calling Brooke's phone numerous times, but he always went right to voicemail. He wanted to tell her the truth before everything came out. His thought drifted back to the previous weeks events.
He slammed the door and the yelling began. "We had an agreement you son of a bitch," Peyton yelled as she slapped him in the face. "It was never to go public and here you go making me look like an idiot. I will not be made out a fool Lucas Scott. I will take you down with me."
"No one needs to make you look like an idiot, you are," Lucas bit back. "I don't give a shit what you say about me, but you leave her out of it. I want a divorce Peyton. No more delaying what is already going to come."
"If you divorce me Luke, I'll ruin you. I need this marriage for show just as much as you do. In my hand here I have the proof to take you down and if you go through with the divorce I'll make it public. How do you think your designer princess will like you when she sees these."
"I don't give a shit anymore Peyton. Out me for being a lousy husband. I already filed the papers this morning so it's a done deal."
"Fine Lucas, but you won't come out of this clean. I made plenty of copies of these, but I'll give you a set," she said as she threw the photos on the table. He already knew what they were. He always took a seductive photograph with a conquest and the women usually wrote him dirty messages from their night together on them. He knew Brooke didn't read the sleazy papers so it wouldn't affect her, she would probably never know.
"Oh by the way Luke, I sent the original copies to Brooke. She should receive them tomorrow. You know the ones with the messages on back," she said as she grabbed her coat and walked towards the back. "Good luck getting her to think anymore of you…" she was cut off when his fingers wrapped tightly around her wrists.
He had his fist clenched at his side. He was going to hit her and he knew it when those words came out of her mouth. Brooke had told him the first night they talked that she would never be with someone who slept around with anyone in a different city. It was dirty and not what she would ever be. He knew when she saw those pictures she would never give him the chance he wanted. Peyton knew this and that's why she did this. He was about to hit her when he realized that this is what she wanted. She could make him out to be an abusive husband and ruin him forever. He released his hold on her and spat at her. "Get out you bitch."
After she left he tried to get a hold of Brooke. He had to be the one to explain before she saw those pictures. Because once she saw them he wouldn't have a chance in hell. When he finally did get a hold of her, he found out that Peyton had only been bluffing. She broke his heart when she asked him to never speak to her again though. This scandal had cost her, her biggest client of the year and a few accounts she had worked really hard for. He had never meant to cause a mess for her, but he couldn't say he regretted it. He wanted more with her, but he knew that she would need time.
The new club was everything hyped it up to be and more. Anyone who was anyone was there. In fact that's the only way you could get in on opening night. Nathan and Haley had gotten a sitter for Jamie and dragged Lucas's ass out. He was starting to get on everyone's nerves with how moody he had been. They didn't expect him to go, but when he said he would they didn't question it.
He decided that he would go out because he was sick of sitting in his room alone. If Brooke didn't want him then there were plenty of girls who would. He would just go back to doing what he had before he met her, and when she came back to him it would all end. He could strictly have sex with them because he no longer had to talk to them to see if they were the one he was looking for. He had already found her, and until she came to her senses he had needs to be fulfilled. He grabbed his third drink from the bar and he found the one who he would be taking home tonight. She had red hair and a body to die for in her short, body hugging black dress. He walked over and told his family not to wait up for him. He made his way up behind her and moved his body with hers. She threw her head back and smiled. She had a great smile. He put his head up to her ear and huskily whispered to her. "You wanna go somewhere?" She turned around and she was really a sight. Gorgeous in every sense of the world. She looked him over for a minute and said, "Let's go to my place." She wouldn't kiss him though until they reached her destination. She gave him a line of how she liked her privacy and didn't want her neighbors thinking she was a whore. While she was making her way into the apartment his hands found her lower back. She swatted his hand away and then led him into the place.
"Home so early," came a voice from behind the kitchen wall.
"I am and I brought a present to share," she said as she kinked her eyebrow at Lucas.
He was hoping her friend was as hot as she was. He had never been with two girls at once, but hell what guy hasn't dreamed of that? He looked up just in time to see her roommate enter the room. He took in her legs, and they looked silky smooth, her perfect curvy, slim figure, and then her face. HER face. She just stood there looking as shocked as he was dressed in very short shorts, and a barely there tank top.
Rachel smiled and turned to Lucas. "Okay I did my good deed for the night. I'm going back out," she said as she grabbed her coat and walked back out the door, leaving the two of them standing awkwardly together, eyes locked.
He panicked. He didn't want her to know that he had come there to originally hook up with her friend. "I…uhhh…I should have…" he started but didn't know how to finish.
She was just as shocked, but did something even more out of character for herself. She walked over to him and stood mere inches from his face. "Do you want me Luke," she asked questionably.
He was blown away. Did she ever doubt that he did? He thought he made that clear the night at his brother's house. All he could do in this moment was nod his head and then her lips crashed on his. Before he could realize what he was doing he had engaged in a full-blown war with her mouth. She wasn't being careful, so neither was he. Her hands were wrapped around his neck within seconds and she was holding his head to her own. His hands quickly moved from her arms down to her back, and to her ass. He squeezed and she moaned into his mouth. He leaned down just a little to lift her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried them to the couch. He sat himself down and put her on his lap. She pulled away from the kiss breathlessly. He was hoping she wasn't going to stop because he was painfully rock hard and needed her more than he had ever needed anyone else. She kissed him quickly and jumped out. He went to protest, but she gave him a wink. "I have an idea," she said and ran quickly away. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do, but he thought he should stay put. A moment later she was back.
She crawled back into his lap and he moved forward so his hands were on her thighs and his face in her neck, kissing every inch he could. "Broody, take a picture with me." He stopped what he was doing and quickly panicked that she had gotten the pictures. "Why," he asked. "Because, I want a picture of us together," she said innocently enough. He had done this plenty of times, but tonight would be different. Usually the girls were all over him, but instead he wanted to be the one all over her. He wanted her to know every time she looked at that picture, that she was it for him. She asked him if he was ready and he said yes. She looked at the camera and smiled and he kissed her on the neck. He was starting to get impatient with the pictures. He wanted her and he wanted her right now. He took the camera from her hands and pulled her back to him. His hands found their way into her shorts and ran over her underwear. She definitely wanted him as much as he wanted her. He quickly moved them to the side and inserted a finger into her. She threw her head back and moaned out in pleasure. "You feel so good, Brooke," Lucas mumbled, trying to keep himself from cumming in his pants right there. He wanted to have a better angle with her and less clothes, so he went to turn her over. She stopped him and told him he had to wait a second because she had to use the bathroom. She winked at him and grabbed the Polaroid's. He was getting painfully annoyed at her interruptions, but he figured he would be patient. She would be worth the wait. She came back out only this time with more clothes on. Now he was really confused.
She stood in front of him. He went to pull her forward, but she swatted him away. "You can leave now, Luke." He sat there starring at her like she was crazy. "Why," he asked. "Because if you thought I was going to fuck you, you are dead wrong. Here's a memory for you though she said as she handed him a picture. "Read it," she said rudely. He knew right away that she had in fact seen the others in this moment. "Brooke, I don't want…" he started, but was cut off. She threw the picture on his lap. "Read it," she demanded. He picked it up and read the back.
"You fucked my best friend and then thought you could have me?" He looked up at her tying to find a way to explain. Who was her best friend? He didn't sleep with Rachel tonight. He had intended too, but he didn't. "I didn't sleep with your friend." Brooke leaned behind him and grabbed the stack of photos. She threw them at him. She held one in her hand. "In fact you did Lucas. See you have slept with so many, that you don't remember. But you did sleep with Rachel before. Here's the proof," she said as she put it in his face. "Now get the fuck out of my house." He stood up and tried to get her to listen, but just got slapped and pushed backwards until he was out the door, and had the door slammed in his face.
It was going to take a whole lot to make up for this fuck up and he knew it. In that moment though he knew what must be done, if he ever wanted that girl…..The girl that he couldn't admit until that moment that he was in love with.
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