The next morning Tommy woke up on Kwest's couch, with one hell of a headache. He'd lost count of how much he'd drank after beer number seven, and he was pretty sure he'd passed out sometime during the night.

Kwest walked in front of him. "I really hope you have a hangover."

"That's cruel."

"Yeah, but you also drank all my beer."

"I'll buy you some more," Tommy groaned as he sat up, with his head in his hands.

Kwest shook his head. "There's some coffee in the kitchen. I have to say, I haven't seen you that drunk since your bachelor party."

Tommy stood up shakily and walked into the kitchen. "Well that's good to know," he said sarcastically as he grabbed a mug and filled it with the black liquid.

"So what are you going to do today?"

"I'm going to go to work, what else would I do?"

"Oh I don't know, maybe go talk to your wife?"

Tommy shook his head. "No. She made it pretty clear that she doesn't want to talk to me, or even see me for that matter."

"So you're just going to stay here...at my house?"

"Well Kwest, if you really want me to leave, I can go stay at a hotel or something."

"No it's fine, you can stay here as long as you want, but maybe you should at least call Jude."

Tommy scoffed and set his coffee down. "I'm going to go use your shower, and then I'm going to work, calling Jude doesn't exactly fit in my schedule right now."

For the next week Tommy and Jude avoided each other like the plague. Tommy was still staying with Kwest, even though he annoyed him by telling him to call Jude every five seconds, and Sadie was staying with Jude for the time being.

"Tommy, you look stressed," Drea told him while he was setting some beats to a song of hers.

"I am," he said quickly.

Drea smiled, walked behind him and started giving him a backrub. "You're tense Quincy."

"Drea stop it," he said shortly.

"I'm just trying to help," she whispered huskily in his ear.

"We need to work."

Drea leaned forward and planted her lips on his.

"So this is why you don't come home," a voice said from the doorway.

Tommy quickly pushed Drea away, turned around and saw Jude standing against the wall. Her hair was in a high ponytail and she was wearing sweats and a t-shirt.

"Jude, this is nothing."

Jude laughed. "Sure, nothing, right," she said giving him a thumbs up. "I'm just going to go. I'll close the door so you can continue banging your artist," she said as she left the room.

Tommy glared at Drea and followed her. "Jude, wait."

She turned around. "Why? You haven't been home for a week, and then when I finally come to talk to you, I find that?"

"That, was nothing," he said pointing at the room.

"Sure, that's also what Bill Clinton told his wife, when she caught him and Monica Lewinsky in the oval office," she rolled her eyes.

"Jude, I would never cheat on you, ever."

Jude nodded. "Whatever," she said as she left the studio.

Later that day Tommy was sitting in his office when Sadie knocked on his door.

"Come in," he said absentmindedly, as he was looking something up on his computer.

"Tommy, this package came for you," she said softly, handing him a thick brown manilla envelope.

"What's this?"

Sadie shrugged. "I really don't know," she lied.

Tommy sighed and opened the envolope. He scanned over the first few paragraphs and looked up at Sadie with wide eyes. "Divorce papers? She got divorce papers written up and delivered in less than a day?"

"I guess so Tommy," Sadie said quietly.

Outraged, Tommy threw the papers violently against the wall, scattering them around his office.

"I'm going to go," Sadie said, slipping out the door.

"Son of a bitch!" He cursed as he stood up and paced the room. He was the one who left and she was the one who sent him divorce papers? There was something in that picture that just didn't seem right.

Kwest knocked gently on the door before he walked into the office. "Sadie uh told me about the papers."

"Tell Darius I'm done working with Drea," he snapped.

"Why?"

"She fucking kissed me, and Jude saw, hence why I just got served with divorce papers."

"That's something you should be telling him Tommy, not me."

Tommy shook his head, picked up some of the papers, and walked across the hall to Darius's office. He threw them on the desk and glared at him. "I'm done working with Drea."

"What? Tom, what's going on?" He said, picking up the papers.

"Jude is divorcing me because she caught that little skank kissing me."

"Smart girl, it took Portia ten groupies before she divorced you."

"Not the time or the place D. I don't want to work with Drea, hell I don't even want to see her around here anymore."

"I can't fire her Tom, she has a great career ahead of her, but I can match her with a different producer if that's what you want."

"Of course that's what I want," he said, turning around to leave the room.

"Tom, you forgot your papers."

"Thanks for reminding me," he said, grabbing them and walking out.

"Tommy where are you going?" Sadie asked as he started to walk through the glass doors.

"I'm going to talk to my wife."