Hope everyone had a safe 4th! Any way this is one of two chapters I'm really excited for you guys to read. I get this giddy feeling when my words can make people cpme out of the woodworks that I never even heard from before. Some real good writers out there I respect taking time to leave a few words plus the people who take time to leave a paragraph...all I can say is you guys make it worth it. So this one is for all of you. This is where the story starts to have some layers and if there is anyone thinking they'r emissing anything you're not. There is stuff yet to be revealed and some of it is a ways off till I build up the story. So in this chapter expect some good stuff. I hope it does your time justoce cause I really hate having people waste my time so I try to make it so I don't in return so I really hope you guys enjoy.

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cHaPtEr 4

Hot as Hell

Brooke tossed and turned on her bed for what felt like forever. Her mind was still going a mile a minute and she had no way to slow it down without the aid of alcohol. It was close to a month that she and Haley had run across Jake and in that time Jake had come calling for Haley a few times but no Lucas. Brooke found him to be arrogant, pompous and an all-around jack ass…just her type. Maybe that was why she found herself drawn to him in the first place and even still. Sure they had passing moments of civility; a hello here and there but nothing concrete. The man was infuriating.

She rolled over one last time letting a few 'shits and fucks' escape her lips before she finally got out of bed. It was early, or late depending on how you looked at it but no matter the case it was still dark. She threw on a short black chiffon skirt and paired it with her black t-strapped heels and a deep royal blue satin corset top. She felt in the mood to go grab some unsuspecting guy down at the bar and make it his lucky night.

Sex was always a good distraction. She walked down to the Ghostbar and found it to be very lively. The music was blaring and the bodies grinding against each other added to the hedonistic atmosphere. She weaved through the crowd, eyeing a few guys on the way to a table. She normally would go to the bar but was sure by the way a few guys were looking she'd have one in her hand soon enough. Instead she opened the menu and seconds later a drink was being placed in front of her. The waitress smiled.

"The bartender says it's on him." She yelled over the music. The crowd split only a little for Brooke to see Jake wave at her.

"He also said look at the note on the napkin. Careful honey he's trouble."

The waitress walked away and Brooke turned over the napkin and read 'come see me later' with a smiley face. As soon as she downed the shot of Patron that Jake sent, a not so invited man sat opposite of her. The eye roll would have been any man's indication to leave but this guy only smirked.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Came for your answer."

"I said I'd let you know."

"Well?"

"I don't know if you know this but I am not someone you want to rush. Now get the fuck up from my table, I need the room."

"I think you might want to rethink this princess, I'm not a patient man and nether is he."

Brooke grabbed a drink off of a passing tray and threw it on the greasy looking man and smiled.

"Now you're a very wet man. I said I'd let him know and I will when I feel like it."

She slammed the empty glass down on the table and got up to leave when the guy grabbed her arm and hard and she fell back into his lap.

"Look here girly-"

Before he could finish Brooke had her small pistol out of the leg holster and pointed right to his chest, careful to lean in close enough to conceal it from other eyes.

"I suggest if you don't want to piss me off that you let me go and go back to your boss and tell him Brooke Davis will tell him his answer when she feels like it. He can either wait or come and ask me himself. Got it?"

She cocked the gun to get her point across and felt the man's grip lighten off of her. She got up and blew him a kiss as she dipped off into the crowd.

Brooke spent the next two hours dancing to every song that played. The men's eyes were watching intently at her swaying form as she danced to the melodic beats. She was like a flame and all the men were like moths that couldn't tear their eyes away. One set of eyes in particular were trained on her from the moment he decided to show up to work and Jake let him know who was there.

"What do you think she's doing?" Jake asked.

"She's good."

"You think that's for you?"

"No, but I may take another crack at it."

"Yeah, too bad, you should've fucked her first then friend. She looks like she would be wild in the sack."

"I don't doubt it."

"Hey, take a break and go say hi."

"I just got here."

"I know but she won't be alone on that floor for long man."

Lucas watched as a few men were getting up the courage to go approach the hot brunette. One guy in particular was already a few steps away.

"Hey there sexy."

He shouted it so unsure of himself over the music. Brooke did a once over and then turned away from him. It just so happens she now locked eyes with the brooding blue eyed convict. The way he was looking at her somehow managed to strike something in her. She still wasn't about to give it up to him easy but for some reason, the way he was looking in his button down black shirt he was definitely a candidate for tonight. She was so zone out that she didn't notice the bothersome man had still been talking and was now grinding up on her and that she didn't appreciate it at all.

Violation of her personal space.

She turned around to tear him a new one when the guy leaned in and was about to kiss her. She pushed him off and started to curse him out.

"You fucking asshole what the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Just having fun. How much?"

"How much for what?"

"How much for the full night. It's my last night as a bachelor."

Brooke would be offended that he thought she was a hooker if it wasn't so funny. She figured she just as soon rob the guy and come back.

"A thousand, anything you want."

"I got that baby, anything I want huh. Let's go."

Lucas watched as the guy led her out the bar and felt a slight sting of jealousy.


He kept on working and in about a half hour Brooke shows back up. Lucas was at the other end of the bar when he looked up and saw her laughing with Jake. Ready to get down there and see what was so funny he rushed a little on the group of girls drinks and didn't bother to do his usual flirting thing. Once he was done he made his way towards the laughing pair.

"What's so funny?"

"Luke man your girl here is out of her mind!"

"Hey the guy should watch who he mistakes as a damn hooker."

"What did she do?"

"She got the guy to follow her up to his room and then she pulled a gun on him and pretended to be an undercover cop."

"He was so fucking scared he handed me the thousand as a bribe and begged me to let him go. I swear men are so easy."

She then takes out the money and started to count it out into two piles. Then she pushed it forward, one in front of each guy. Both men looked at each other and then back at her.

"What's this for?" Jake asked as Lucas picked up his pile and started counting.

"Call it a tip for good service. I'll see you boys later."

Brooke winked at them and got up from the bar and walked out. Somehow that guy mistaking her for a hooker made her not so hot and bothered as she had been previously. She made her way back up to her room just in time for her in suite phone to ring.

"Davis."

"Hey it's Lucas."

"Hey Jail Boy. To what do I owe this call?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to meet me in my room for a little drink."

"Are you propositioning me? I'd be careful, it didn't end too well for the last guy."

"No just a friendly offer for a girl who was sweet enough to give me a five hundred dollar tip and I didn't do anything to earn it."

"First I'm sure you've noticed but there isn't anything about me that says girl or sweet."

"I noticed, especially the way you were dancing earlier."

"Good to know you pay attention. Secondly if you want to earn your money there is something you could do for me."

"Whatever you want."

"Careful Luke, I can be very demanding." Her purring voice gave him chills. The kind a man would love to experience till the early morning hours.

"I'm up for it."

"I hope so, I would hate to be disappointed."

"You won't be. I get off in about twenty. I'll come to your room and we can walk back to mine."

"How about I'll just meet you at your room. I'll be waiting for you there."

"Okay. See you in twenty."

"Count on it Jail boy."


It took Lucas a little over a half hour to get to his room and was hoping he'd still find Brooke there and in a willing mood because he was sure that she was going to be more receptive to some action this time. When he got there she wasn't outside and decided to go in and change and then call her to see if she was running late. When he got to his room he started to take his shirt off when he heard a whistle of improvement.

"Nice bod Jail boy. Maybe I should've taken you for a ride sooner."

Lucas removed his shirt the rest of the way and Brooke could see he had a look of annoyance on his face, apparently he didn't find it cute to come into his room and find a beautiful girl waiting for him on his bed.

"How the fuck did you get in here?"

"I have my ways."

She watched as he started to take stock of his room and see if anything was missing.

"Relax, I just let myself in, I didn't go in your stuff, just sat on the bed and watched some TV till I heard the door open."

"Who the fuck do you think you are. I didn't invite you in here."

"I don't need an invitation. I have a key."

She waved the card and Lucas felt his face go hot with anger. He didn't like people in his shit, even if that person was hot.

"Get out."

"Excuse me?"

"I said get the fuck out, you may play these games with these other little boys around here but I'm not with that shit. I don't' like people going into my shit without asking. So get up, and walk your pretty little ass out that front door."

Brooke looked him over and saw he was serious. He was trying to restrain himself and she could tell. She didn't want him to, she wanted him to be rough, hard and angry. Those moods made for the best sex. She figured she'd test him, if things got out of hand she could handle him. She slid off the bed and walked over to him, making sure to stand as close as possible.

"Make me."

"I'm not in the mood for this shit."

"You sure?" She said seductively and she stood on her tippy toes and brushed her lips to his ever so slightly as she tried to entice him to react. When he grabbed her arms and walked her back a few steps she was thrown off. He was rejecting her.

"I'm sure. I'm not in the mood."

"I'm sure we could fix that if you just stop fighting the inevitable."

"The inevitable is you leaving."

"Nope." She said as she pulled away from him and made her way back onto his bed. She bent over and crawled back up on it, making sure he'd have a nice view of her black lace panties. She turned over laid on his pillow and looked over to him and patted the mattress next to her.

"Come join me."

"I'd rather you leave. You think you can just come in here and get whatever it is you want and no one says no to you."

"Pretty much, but don't pretend it's not the same thing you want."

"I remember you being a huge fucking tease."

"I remember you like to watch."

She allowed her hands to roam down her body and kept her eyes on him to see any reaction. She spun around so her head hung off the bed closest to him and proceeded to stick one of her hands in the waist band of her skirt while the other started to rub her right breast over the corset. Lucas had been angry many times before and never had his anger dissipated that fast.

He watched as the brunette beauty pleasured herself on his bed and could almost not believe what he was seeing. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was slightly open and he could see that her hand was working but since she had turned to face away from him he couldn't see everything, or at least not the one thing he wanted to see most. He watched her for a moment till he heard her moan his name.

"Mmmmm….Lucas."

He wanted to stay mad. He really did but what she was doing was making it hard. In more ways than one. He walked around his bed and sat next to her on the mattress and took in the view. Her fingers were rubbing and dipping in and out and it was then he decided to throw all his anger and restraint out the window.

His head dipped and lips encircled her clit and it was an instant flashback to the night they met. He sucked gently causing her hips to buck out of pleasure and the next thing he knew her legs were tossed over each of his shoulders and he was relentlessly licking her into oblivion. Her hands gripped onto his sheets, balling them up to try and relieve the building pressure in her body. Damn Lucas was good, even better than she remembered. His tongue continued to flick until she felt her body begin to quake. This time he was not about to let her get away with just some head, this time he was going to fall into her silky depths and feel exactly what had eluded him the last time they were this intimate.

As she tried to control her breath he stood and walked to his dresser and grabbed one of the loose condoms in his top drawer. Inside he paused when he saw a picture he had long forgotten when it came into view in place of where the condom had been. It was of his family. His real family. It was a momentary lapse that was soon interrupted when he felt soft skin rub against his skin. Her hands were snaking their way around to his front and undoing his belt as her soft lips kissed a trail across his shoulder blades. His eyes closed to allow him the chance to appreciate the feel of her.

Her hands worked quickly to snatch his belt away and then went to work on his pants but this time he stopped her. He turned around with the protection in hand but Brooke pushed him against the dresser, rocking it slightly. She picked the condom from his hands and then crouched down in front of him and continued to work on his jeans.

Lucas could barely make sense of anything when he felt her tongue lick up and down his entire length, hardening it even more than it was from her little show. The warmth from her mouth encased him and he couldn't help but sink his hands into her locks to guide her movement to the speed he wanted, which she allowed him to do. That was something Peyton never did but now wasn't the time to be thinking of that treacherous bitch. Now was the time to enjoy the tingles that Brooke was sending up his body.

Her hands were clasps to his ass, thrusting him into her mouth and he almost fainted from the rush of blood from his head to his dick. She bobbed only a few times before felt his body drain of energy and his seed. He was a little shocked at how good at this she was, he didn't remember it feeling this good last time. He stumbled back slightly into the dresser to hold himself up propped his hands up to stay upright.

"Fuck you're good at that."

"Does this mean you're not mad at me anymore?"

"Not… even… a little."

"So what now, you gonna tap out on me?"

"I wasn't planning on it…but I am feeling a little weak here."

"That's the general idea."

He reached for her and she backed away out of reach.

"So now with the games again."

"No not really, I just want to entice you back to the bed."

"No enticing needed."

She moved closer to the bed and motioned for him to follow. He did as she wanted and moments later he was in bed and she was wrapped around him and enjoying the kissing. She pulled back a little when she realized now wasn't a good time to wear him out.

"Sleep."

"No, last time I fell asleep you disappeared and I didn't get a chance to fuck."

"What if I promise to give you everything you want…as long as you rest up now. Can't have you giving me a lazy fuck."

"It wouldn't be lazy."

"Please, you barely can keep your eyes open now."

"I'm just a little-"

"Tired. Look, I'm not going to pull a Houdini on you and if you want you can come to my room when you get up and I'll be waiting."

"Promise?"

"I promise. Now sleep. I could probably use some too as early as it is."

Brooke slinked from his grip and he watched as she left his room. He fell off to sleep easy enough and knew that things were only getting started between them.


The next time he awoke it was to the sound of Jake and what he assumed was Haley in their kitchen. He rose up on his elbows looking around and remembered the night before. Fridays were always his favorite. The work week was almost over, the people tipped a whole lot better, the women were usually dressed to the tens and the night was usually busy.

He walked out of his room in hopes that Jake's lazy ass fixed something to eat but his eyes and nose were met with the smell of something he hadn't smelled in a while. Homemade waffles and bacon. He took his seat next to Jake who was busy staring at Haley in their in suite kitchen as she finished up with the food.

"Is it just me or did I get lucky with that one" Jake asked not taking his eyes from the angel bringing them plates piled high.

"Here you go boys."

"Damn Haley, you cook?"

"Like a chef. We're on the road so much that we don't get to cook to often but when I get a chance to I love it."

"I think you were a personal chef in a previous life" Jake said as he finished his first bite of waffles.

"Thanks Jake."

"She sings, she drinks, she cooks…is there anything you don't do?" Lucas asked as he finished his bite.

"This is nothing, you should've met us when Brooke- well let's just say everything I learned I got it from her."

"Rich girl cooks?" Jake said puzzled.

"Oh yeah, she used to be a regular Susie home-maker."

"This I got to see. Where is that brunette friend of yours anyway?" Lucas was practically watering at the mouth to get in her pants.

"Back at the room sleeping. She got in pretty late last night. Don't ask me from where."

"Oh don't worry Haley, Brooke was down in the bar with us last night."

"Oh that's right you two do work down there."

"I'm a little curious about something though" Jake continued, "There was this guy, kind of tall, dark and greasy looking, got a little handsy with her but she backed him off."

"Spikey hair?"

"Yeah."

Lucas' interests were focused on them now. Who the hell was this guy and why didn't he see this.

"That's Felix…a uh…business associate" Haley said vaguely and also unsure of if that was the right way to describe him.

"Business associate?" Both men repeated.

"Yeah. It's best if we leave it like that. Tigger doesn't like people in her business.

"That makes two of us" Lucas chimed in.

"Well you guys enjoy the food."

"Where you going?" Jake asked not wanting her to go.

"Yeah why don't you stay and keep my friend here company. I have someone I need to go see."

Lucas said getting up and freeing up the chair. Haley hesitated but sat down while Lucas retreated to his room. Once inside he found himself drawn to the drawer to gaze at the picture once more. It had been a long time since he had laid eyes on his mother and sister. He found himself feeling nostalgic and wanted to call but his mind stopped him.

He knew the second he let them back in that the "Great Dan Scott" would only extend his reach to Vegas to do god knows what to him away. There was no love loss between his sperm donor and himself. His real father, where it counted, was the one person he felt most sad about disappointing. Even more than his mother.

Keith Scott may not have been his biological father but he was when it mattered. True he still turned out to be a worthless son of a bitch but it wasn't Keith's fault. In fact Keith was possibly the only reason Lucas wasn't six feet under or serving a life sentence. He was a criminal but knew where his boundary was. He shut the drawer and turned to take a shower.

The warm water made it easier to forget his problems and history that wait for him back home. He knew one day he'd have to face them, all of them, but today wasn't the day. Once the water started to turn cold he exited out of the bathroom to find Haley sitting on his bed waiting.

"What is it with you two" he mumbled under his breathe.

"I just wanted to get a few things clear."

He scoffed thinking the scary best friend routine fell a little short.

"Is this the part where you tell me not to hurt your friend" he asked searching his underwear drawer for a clean pair of boxers.

"No. This is the part where I tell you to be careful."

He scoffed again thinking this was a little funny. Him be careful. The thought was laughable.

"Don't scoff. I'm serious. I love Brooke like a sister but there are things I know about her-"

"Things like what?"

"Things that if she wants you to know she'll tell you. But these things always have a way of coming back to bite people back in the ass. People being men she usually picks to sleep with.

"What is she married? That Owen guy her husband?" He asked pausing and turning to see a stone faced Haley looking back. She was good. He normally could read people but it was obvious that Haley was not the usual girl. She didn't give anything away.

"Owen was one of the guys that got his ass bit back hard. Look Lucas I like you. I think you're a lot like us. Lost souls that are nothing more than a victim of circumstance."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means I'm giving you a warning I don't ever give because I think you have the potential to be good for her…so long as you don't fuck up."

"I'm not trying to fall in love with the girl-"

"Good. Because she's not the commit type. Just be careful. She's not what she seems and you'd be smart to keep that in mind no matter what you hear or see."

Haley got up off the bed when she heard foot steps coming in their direction.

"Remember what I said Luke. It'll come in handy. Trust me."

Just as she was about to walk out Jake came to his door.

"I swear I step out for two seconds and find you in here with him in his towel. I'm a little jealous."

"Lucas is so not my type. You have nothing to be jealous of" Haley said as she kissed Jake in his cheek and led him out of the room. Lucas watched as they left and pondered her so called 'warning'. The one thing that kept flashing in his head was to run. Run, not walk, away from this girl as fast as possible and that message would flash in his mind the whole way to her room. He should've listened to his gut.


The room was dark still since the blinds and curtains were closed. Brooke liked it that way. She could shut out the world in her room and just sleep away her problems. She heard the soft knock on the front door of their suite and was going to ignore it when she heard her phone begin to ring.

"Hello?"

"I'm outside your door. Let me in"

She mumbled something close to an 'okay and then Lucas heard the line go dead. He waited for a few seconds and the door swung open revealing Brooke in her underwear. She turned leaving him at the door and entered her room once more. She plopped down on the bed and snuggled back into her covers to keep out the cold. Lucas followed after shutting the door and placing the do not disturb sign outside and entered her room to see what looked like a figure buried underneath mounds of covers.

He pulled his shirt over his head and then did away with his jeans and slid into bed behind her. His arm snaked around her waist and he shifted to get as close to her as possible. The kisses started softly on her shoulder and moved up to her neck. Her hand ran along his arm around her waist and the other went behind her to run in his hair. She pushed back into him earning a hiss of pleasure from him. His warm body was exactly what she needed to escape and she was going to take full advantage. She turned over crashing her lips to his and allowing his arms to envelope her and turn her over so he could lay on top. Her legs separated and wrapped around him easy enough and he ground his hips into her making her moan into his mouth.

The way his fingers started to rake down her body made her want him even more. In the back of her mind she thought of Rachel. The mere thought of her made her want to throw on the brakes but when his lips left hers and started to kiss from the corner of her mouth and to her neck her logic went out the window. He moved his hands to her wrists and lifted her arms above her head and pinned them both there with one hand. She struggled a little just to test him but he only bit down on her collar bone, soothing it with the swipe of his tongue. Next she felt his free hand roam slowly down her skin to her bra. His finger moved the cup down slightly from her nipple to be visible to him, repeating the action with the other. His eyes moved over her chest, noticing how it heaved in anticipation.

He looked up into her eye, charging the moment with even more lust and he found himself lost in the hazel orbs. His hand traveled further down her body to her panties. The need to feel her was overwhelming. He pushed them to the side, not wanting to wait to take them off and shoved his boxers down low enough to release his shaft and it was as if his life depended on being inside her. He moved over her fully, grabbing her wrists with both hands again and plunged in. The sounds they both made at the new contact were primal. He drove deep into her and remained there trying not to cum as her walls fluttered and contracted around him.

Her hips arched up urging him to move and he did. His first thrust was almost enough to send her over the edge. She was no virgin by any means but she could tell that there was something special about this encounter, about his body, about him. Sometime after a few more stokes his hands released her wrists needing to brace himself on the mattress as he pushed deeper into her. Her arms immediately went to his ass, gripping and pushing to let him know how hard or deep she wanted it, needed it.

It was minutes before he needed to switch. He withdrew from her body and turned her over and plunged right back in, making her claw at the sheets with desperation to feel a release. He grabbed a handful of her locks and pulled back, making her back arch and giving him even more access to her body. He didn't wildly thrust like she had imagined him to. He was calculated with how hard and how many times he pushed into her. It was like he was exploring her body and testing her limits. She found herself wishing she would have done this with him sooner. The thought however disappeared when she felt his hands grip her hips and he began his harder thrusts.

Her screams of ecstasy were loud enough for everyone on the floor to hear he was sure. He needed them to justify himself. He knew he was a good lover but he also knew he had never wanted to perform the way he was now for any woman. He wanted to make her cum and praise his name by the time he was finished. Having had enough of giving him control she pushed back, slowing his movements.

She turned to face him and managed to roll them over so she was on top. He laid back taking her body in once again and he wanted to pinch himself. The way she felt made his eyes roll back in his head. She rode him slow at first, grinding her hips down on his and taking him inside till there was no more to take. He managed to pry his eyes open to see her with her palms flat on his chest and biting her lip. He thrust his hips up to meet her and she let out an involuntary moan.

He loved that moan.

He found out quickly that this was a girl he could find himself getting lost in. She leaned forward to take his lips in a searing kiss, which he would later say was a kiss that sealed their fate. The way she tasted, the way her skin felt, the moans and hisses from her lips as he penetrated her where all things he would remember.

The curtains were still closed, not allowing any light to enter. Lucas had done some of his best work and managed to tire himself out. He was face first in some of the softest sheets he'd ever felt. He figured he didn't notice this at first seeing as how he had been more interested in the warm, soft body that occupied them. His hand ran across the sheets to find the bed empty. He lifted up, popping one eye halfway open to survey the room. The darkness was kind to him and he also noticed the room was quiet. Where had his bed buddy gone he thought. He rolled over on his back to try and wake up and then shifted to leave the comfort of the bed. His feet landed on the carpet and guided him to the window. He figured allowing some daylight in would help but when he flung the curtains open he was met with the light of a the strip brightening up the night sky. Damn, where did the day go.

He heard a noise outside her bedroom door and decided to go have a look. He picked his boxers up from the floor and made his way out. The door was cracked and he could see Brooke was by the table next to the couch. He was slightly disappointed she was already dressed. No matter, he could fix that easily. Her back was to him but the moment he stepped outside her door she knew he was there. His arms wrapped around her to turn her around quickly crashing his lips onto hers and he reached down to grip her ass and her legs went around his waist as her back went up against the wall. The first thing he felt on his hip was the cool metal feel of what felt like a gun. He slipped his hand between them and his suspension was confirmed. He retrieved it and pulled away just enough to hold it in her line of sight.

"Need this?" he asked cocking his eyebrow.

"Always."

"Mind if we do away with it right now?"

"Now why would we want to do that?"

"Figured it might make things a little more difficult if I want to fuck you against this wall. Wouldn't want to get shot." He said placing the gun on the table but then hearing another gun cock.

"Then I might want to get rid of this one too."

He turned back to face her and she had managed to pull a gun from somewhere else. She checked to make sure the chamber was clear and then placed it down. Her lips found his again dismissing the confused and concerned look on his face. He pulled away after a second and heard the dissatisfied groan she made.

"Is there some reason you're packing like this?"

"No reason you need to be worried about" she said back, dismissing his concerns but he wasn't about to let it go. He leaned back again to avoid her lips.

"I think if I plan on sticking my dick in you I may want to know why."

"You may want to know why but that doesn't mean I have to tell you shit."

She was more than a little pissed. This was not a time for talking. She unlocked her legs from around his waist and he lowered her back down to the floor.

"If you're going to start asking questions I think now is a good time for you to leave."

"Wait, you start pulling guns out from god knows where and I ask a question as to why and you start this shit? Fine. Have a nice night he said stepping away with his hands up and walking back to her room to retrieve his clothes. Brooke went back to holster her guns and walked into her living area to have a seat and make a call.
"Hello"

"Hey it's me. I need to set up a meet."

"You know how he hates to do it like this."

"Yeah well tell him it's either in the next thirty minutes at the usual spot or consider our deal dead in the water."

"Hey don't start snapping at me. Just…just hold on."

She waited as the man muffled the receiver and then caught Lucas leaving out the corner of her eye. The door to her suite shut and she laughed a little. If it was one thing she knew how to do it was rub people the wrong way. She found it funny he was pissed enough not even to say good bye.

"Okay. He said make it fifteen and he'll be there."

"Good. Thanks Chase."

"Don't mention it Brookie."

She hung up the phone and went to leave out the room and stopped in her tracks when she came face to face with Lucas.

"Coming after me to apologize?" He asked smirking.

"Not hardly. I got someplace I have to be. What do you want?"

"I forgot my watch."

"Get it later. I don't have time to-"

"I want my watch." He said a little more insistently. She rolled her eyes and walked around him leaving the door open.

"Just lock it when you're done."

He watched as she walked down the hall to the elevator. She turned to lean against the wall and eyed him right back. The look wasn't of contempt, happiness or anything he could tell. Once the doors closed he entered the suite and went in search of his precious possession.


It took her about twenty minutes to get there. 'There' being the Valet for the Belagio, but she knew he'd wait. He always did. Not because he wanted to but because he knew he had to. When she slid into the back seat of the waiting limo she was surprised. He didn't do it very often but Chris Keller had a way of doing that. He extended his hand to her waving the white daisies and smiling. She also knew that smile. He was a man no less and always gave things when he wanted something.

"Flowers. You shouldn't have." She said deadpanned taking the flowers and tossing them next to her on the seat as she ran her fingers through her hair.

"Well I figure if you call I need to bring something to ease whatever bitch-out is about to happen."

"No bitch-out. Not for you anyway."

"Care to explain that?"

"Next time watch who you send to check up on me."

"Not a big fan of Felix."

"Not a fan of being manhandled."

"My apologies, it won't happen again" Chris said with gritted teeth. One thing he didn't like was cocky mother fuckers that over stepped their bounds. The fact it was Brooke only pissed him off more. The last thing he ever needed was to piss her off.

"Down killer. I handled it fine."

"I'm sure you did. Now that you mention it I haven't heard from him."

"I didn't kill him. Just bruised his ego a bit. I thought we understood I don't like to be rushed."

"It's not me that needs an answer."

"Well next time my father asks you to do his dirty work grow a pair and tell him no."

"You know that's not how it works my sexy soon to be Mrs. Keller."

Brooke scoffed in disgust. That was a name she would never be proud to bear.

"Only on soon to be paper Mr. Keller. Speaking of when do you expect I'll start seeing the fruits of that deal. I held up my end, accepted your half assed proposal, time for you to hold up yours."

"The deal? What deal was that again" he asked playfully but Brooke was in no playful mood.

"The part where if I agree to marry your sorry ass you help me take my father down a few pegs. Unless you were playing me" she was not happy about that prospect.

"Not a chance in fiery hell my dear fiancé." He said with the smile again. It was like a loaded smile of bad intentions. When he noticed the scowl on her face he decided to get serious. "Look it's just taking a little more time to lull him into a comfort zone with me."
"Well do it faster." She leaned forward to take a hold of his collar and pulled him in close. He loved it when she was hands on. Truth be told they were going to be a marriage made in business heaven but Chris Keller was no fool. He had a hot fiancé. He wanted her and the second she showed interest he was all over her. He leaned in to kiss the soft ruby red lips but she pulled back. He took this as a sign she wanted an answer.

"I'm working on it." He spat out with frustration. "So is that the only reason you called this meet?"

"I called it because I said I had an answer for you."

"And the answer would be?"

"I'll do it but under one condition."

"Name it."

"You do not send any more of your lackies to check up, watch or report on me got it" she breathed out getting close to his lips once more but tightening her grip on his collar.

"Why does it bother you that much? You have something you don't want me to know about?"

"I have my side guys like you have your side girls. It makes for some pretty difficult questions when people see me being followed."

"Then you have a deal. Anything else" he said running his eyes up and down her body, wishing he could grab her without fear of a broken hand.

"Yes there is one more thing."

"Again, name it."

"You have a dealer at the Palms yes?"

He cocked an eyebrow wanting to ask how she knew that but figured if the only way she knew that was if she was staying at the palms. At least now he knew where she was.

"Yes. What does-"

"I want him."

"You want him." He repeated trying to decipher what her definition of want was.

"I want him. Him and his friend. I could use a little personal dealer and a body guard."

"I have plenty others that would-"

"I said I want him." She said more insistently.

Chris had two choices; give his girl what she wanted or deny her and end up pissing her off and only giving her what she wanted in the end. Lucas Scott was one of his best. He had regulars that paid high dollar and he wasn't too happy about giving him away for just a personal deal, even to her.

"I have a condition with that."

"What's that?"

"Lucas Scott. He's good. You can have him" he relented running his hands up her thighs but stopping at the hem of her skirt, "but if he has a job that takes priority one. He's one of my new but best developed guys and I need him to build capital for what we're planning."

Brooke thought it over. He figured since she was just going to end up screwing Chris over by taking Lucas she might as well let him feel like he had some control now. She was going to rip the rug from under him soon enough.

"I can deal with that."

"Okay, Lucas Scott is yours, and the Jake guy is yours too. Do with them what you will as long as Lucas stays available when I need him."

"Deal." She leaned forward almost enough to kiss him but pushed him back forcefully. His back connected with the back seat as the door she exited from slammed. She was a feisty one but Chris wasn't stupid, he knew she was up to something. She was always up to something.


Okay so there is 4. I really and seriously waiting for some real good reviews. I'll take one liners or hell, even critics of the work too because I seriously want to work on my writing and think I may have found my niche with this one. So next chapter is going to be more build up and it will be a few more chapters till we get to my next favorite part but I know you guys will let me know if I need to change stuff or not. I love vocal readers so you know the drill. Simon says review.