A/N: So i know its short. But I decided to split this chapter in two. For an okay kind of cliffy.( jk its not even remotely okay.) lolz but regardless. It's late. I'm tired and here are your review responses.

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In Richard's Office

"Why did you take the door off the hinges?"

"Something I saw in a management book I added to a complicated handbook of mine."

"You know my handbook is pretty simple." Garth said at the office. "You want to be skinny? Stop eating! You want to be rich, get off your ass and work! You want to be happy, find someone you like and never let 'em go."


Rachel was in her office when she heard Richards ringtone play.

She picked it up sent it to voicemail and put it down.


Rachel and her mom were playing with the Wii and she wasn't very good at it. "Mom," Rachel laughed. "You've got to tell it where you are. Your not pointing at the screen"

"Fine." she spoke into the controller like it was a microphone. "I'm right here pouring myself a drink." They paused the game as Rachel's phone rang. "Booty call."

"I don't think so." Rachel hung up.

"Richard seemed nice."

"You met him once." she said defensively.

"That's more than anyone else you've dated." she criticized.

"And you wonder why I keep my crazy lives separate." she shot back. Arella looked hurt but said nothing. She stood up walked away.

Rachel spoke into the controller like her mother did. "I am an asshole."


The Next Day

"So you can't tell me what company it is?" Rachel asked dealing with a client.

"For certain security reasons no. But we can tell you it involves selling books online."

"Do you know what you want?"

"We heard you were the one who got the guy from GQ." she nodded. "We need someone like him. Hell we need him!"

"I uhm.. no longer have a relationship with him." she cleared her throat.

"Can you get in touch with him somehow?"

"He's still in his first year of the contract. So that would be inappropriate."

"So is buying books at full price, but people do dumb shit."


Richard tried calling her again but it went straight to voicemail again. He let the phone go black and in the reflection, he saw the building Rachel brought him to on his first night. He ran up and sat next to her.

"How did you know I was up here?" she asked.

"It's the only place in this city you don't get reception."

"Right." she said sourly.

"Why are you avoiding me?" he asked straight forward.

"I'm not."

"Really? That's the best you can come up with Rachel?" he smirked.

"I don't know if you've heard Richard! But I am seriously fucked up!" she screamed at him. He lost the smirk. "I mean Magnum P.I. couldn't figure out the shit going on in my head!" she quoted his words from the week before.

He rubbed his hand down his face in frustration with himself. "I'm sorry." he said quietly.

"You know what. I'm just going to go." she grabbed her purse and started walking away. "Maybe I'll try to figure out all the shit going on in my head." she spit the words out.

"Come on. You know I didn't mean it. I was just trying to get my sister off of my back. She kept thinking that we liked each other." he felt like a kid again.

"You know what? Me too. I thought we were friends. But friends don't go talking shit about each other. So I don't think we were ever friends. All you wanted was to get into my pants."

"What?"

"You practically jumped on me at your dad's place."

"You cracked your neck!" he tried to explain. "I thought it was a sign. We talked about this. Remember?"

"Really?"

"You pulled my robe off remember. 'Oopsie!'"

"Yeah and then you snuck out. 'Oopsie!'"

"Wait a second!" he held out his hands to stop her. He appeared to be in disbelief. "Are you pissed off at me because we didn't cuddle?" at this she let out a scoff. "Isn't that why we started this whole arrangement? You wanted this!"

"Wait, I wanted this?" she asked quietly. "Just? Me? Wow. You are just like every other guy. And you know what the sad thing about this is I thought you really might be different."

"Different from what?" he asked "I'm not your boyfriend. I'm your friend."

"Well with friends like you, who needs friends?" she asked sarcastically her voice breaking a little bit. She walked away and turned back at the last minute. "Oh and by the way. Thanks for ruining my mountain top. Asshole." she left as fast as she could.

"Sir you can't be up here." a security guard called to Dick after a few moments of silence.(Except for the city.)

"Okay."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." he said looking out at the city once more before leaving. "I'm fine." he told himself a little softer.


The Next Day

Rachel got a call on her cell phone and it was her employer telling her that Richard had taken a meeting with the book company. The cheapskates actually went straight to Richard instead of opting to pay Rachel. She hunted Richard down at a sports photoshoot and started talking to him.

"You met for another job?" she hissed. "What are you leaving?"

"Maybe. I don't know. I took one meeting."

"What is this some kind of payback?"

"What?"

"You know if you leave now, I don't get my bonus!" he pulled her to the side.

"If I leave, I'll write you a check for your stupid bonus."

"Why didn't you tell me you were looking?"

"That's personal. And we're not friends anymore. You made that perfectly clear." she looked away. "You see, all I wanted was to have sex with you, let you be the best friend I've ever had, and open up to you like I've never done with any other person. Then when the sex stopped, introduce you to my family. So yeah. I'm a god awful friend. I'll send you a check if I get the job."

"Don't bother." she refused bitterly and walked away.


At Richard's Apartment

He called Donna. "So dad's coming up tomorrow?"

"Yeah. He's leaving at nine our time."

"Um. Six hour flight, leaving at nine your time and we're three hours behind." he thought, "So that's? Thirty-two."

"What the hell? Five. Be there at five Richard!"

"Got it."

"How's Rachel?"

"That's over."

"Dick!" she yelled into the phone. "I actually liked her!"

"We're done."

"Don't be an idiot Richard."

"I'll pick dad up tomorrow thirty-two sharp." he joked.

"Fine. Love you bro."

"Love you too sis." he hung up.


"You want some motherly love advice?" Arella asked her daughter.

"Not really mom."

"Good. Cause I don't know how to do that. But what I do know what to tell you is that you're afraid of repeating my mistakes." Rachel laughed. "You want to know how many men in my life I thought were really perfect?"

"Eighty." she answered without hesitation.

"One." she said.

"Really? Eighty-one?" she asked.

"Just one." she said seriously. "Your father."

"Do you really not remember dad or is it like a coping mechanism?"

"A little of both." they laughed. "Sweetie, I know you're waiting for your Prince Charming. But he's not coming in a white horse drawn carriage. That's just not you." Rachel looked at her mom "You should be looking for a man to be your partner when you're looking for a Prince Charming. Someone you could take the world by storm with. You better update your fairytale. You know who my Prince Charming is?"

"No."

"You." she said seriously.

"Mom." she said taken aback. Her mother hugged her and she fell into it. As if it really were a mother's hug.