I'm back! Sorry I've been gone so long...life happens! Anyway, here's Chapter 8. Please R&R

Chapter 8

"Yeah, I got fired from my job. But I can't really complain though, I had a sweet severance package." I smile.

"So you being fired didn't prove to you that Kyle doesn't love you?"

I laugh. "Don't you get it? That's was all part of the plan…"

"What plan?"

"Kyle's company is the most important thing to him. He wouldn't want to jeopardize his company's reputation or his reputation as a person so if word got out that we were seeing each other and screwing in the office that it would've been bad for business. So he fired me giving me this lame excuse of what we did was "unprofessional". I mean, since when is true love unprofessional?"

"It was very unprofessional to have sexual encounters in the work place. I think he did the right thing."

"Like I said, it was all a front." I explain. "But I played along and threatened to sue him for sexual harassment and that's when I was offered the severance package."

"How much contact did you have with Kyle after you were fired?"

"Plenty…" I smile.

4 months ago…

Since I'm currently not working, Wendy and I decided to go to the gym at 5:30 in the morning. We're doing our usual workout regimen, running on the treadmill. I start feeling a little dizzy so I slow down the machine and begin walking.

"Are you okay?" Wendy asks me. "You never walk on the treadmill."

"I'm fine, I was just feeling a little light headed." I continue walking for about another half hour then I get that dizzy feeling again. I get off the treadmill and bend over with my hands on my knees. I start panting really hard. Wendy also gets off her treadmill and puts her hand on my shoulder.

"What's wrong B?"

"I don't know, I just feel a little dizzy all of a sudden…" I tell her.

"Maybe you're over working yourself. You've been at the gym every day for the last 6 weeks, maybe your body is telling you take a break." She suggests.

"I doubt it, I've been doing this for years. I'm an athlete!"

"No, you usually take a few days off from the gym. I think we should just call a quits for the day."

I shake my head. "No, no. I don't want to mess up your schedule."

"Your health is more important…"

"I'll just drink some water and sit for a moment, you still have another 15 minutes on the treadmill." I remind her.

"Okay, but if you need to leave, please let me know."

"I will." I sit down and drink some water. I began to feel nauseous so I sip some more water. Then next thing I know…BLECH! I throw up on the floor. Wendy rushes over to me.

"We need to get you home…now!"

I wipe my mouth. "No…no, I'm okay."

"No you're not!" She shrieks. "You just threw up and you look really pale."

"I'll be fine Wendy. Just finish your workout."

"I can work out anytime; you really need to get home."

"I'm fine Wendy, I just need to-" I felt the urge to vomit again, but this time I rush to the bathroom and throw up in the toilet twice. I continue leaning over the toilet groaning in pain. Where did this come from all of a sudden? I really hope I'm not coming down with something. I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up and see Wendy…I guess I was in such a rush that I forgot to close the stall door.

"How are you feeling?" She asks gently.

I groan. "Honestly…I feel like shit. My stomach is killing me."

"Aw sweetie, did you eat something bad this morning?"

"I just had three egg whites, oatmeal, and some strawberries. That's my usual breakfast though."

"You're such a health nut." She giggles.

I shrug. "I just don't want to be fat…like your girl Rebecca."

"Stop it…" She gives me a warning look.

"I'm just saying…" I suddenly have the urge to throw up again.

"See, that's why you're sick. You were trying to fuck up a marriage."

I laugh off her comment. "Sure Wendy, whatever you say dear."

"Regardless, you need to get home and get some rest…and I'm not going to tell you again!" She demands.

"Yes mom…" I laugh as she gives me a dirty look.

Later that afternoon, I woke up from my nap feeling so MUCH better. I look at the time and see it's 1:30. Kyle should be taking his lunch break right now, I think it's time for me to take a trip to the office. I put on a low cut red tank top, a denim mini skirt, and a pair of sexy red pumps. I decide to straighten my naturally curly hair, just to come through with a different look. I look at myself up and down a few times in the mirror. "Perfect! I hope you're ready for my dear." I smile and pick up my Kyle pillow and kiss it. "Soon, that will be real." I smile once again and leave.

Once the elevator reaches the 4th floor, I push up the girls a little, even though my new push up bra is doing most of the work for me. Once the elevator opens, I walk out and as I'm heading towards Kyle's office I'm stopped by Kenny. He blocks me and puts his hand up. "Hold on a second!"

"Hey Kenny, how's it going? How are you and Ray?"

"I'm good, we're good." He puts his hands on his hips. "Just where do you think you're going missy?"

I laugh. "Where do you think I'm going? I'm going to go see Kyle."

Kenny wags his finger. "Oh no! I've been given strict orders to not let you anywhere near him since you were let go. I'm really suppose to call security on you, but I like you so I won't do that. So please go before I lose my job."

I put my hand on Kenny's shoulder. "That's sweet, you're so noble to Kyle. However, I left a few things in my desk and I wanted to retrieve them."

He laughs. "Well if that's true, I'll pass the word to Kyle and have him mail them to you."

"Don't be like that…"

"Look, I know about you and Kyle and-"

I'm pretty sure Kyle wouldn't tell him about us. "What are you talk-"

"I told you I'm the gossip Queen around here." He interrupts. "I know everything that goes on in this office. I know what really happened that Friday before you were let go…" He narrows his eyes.

I gulp. "I-I don't know what you're talking about…"

"Come on Bebe, let's keep it 100, woman to woman. I can tell based on what you're wearing, which by the way is HOT, that you came here for Round 2, right?"

I lean in closer to him. "Look," I whisper. "Kyle and I are in love. Do you really want to stand in the way of true love?"

"His true love is Rebecca, you know, his WIFE!"

My jaw drops. "Who's side are you on anyway? After I went through the trouble of hooking you up with my good friend Ray, this is the thanks I get?" I mean really, the nerve of him.

"Bebe, I really like you, I do. I'm telling you this because I really don't want to see you get hurt. Kyle doesn't love or want you. I'm sorry girl, but that's how it is."

I smile. "Ken babe, you just don't get it, do you? I'm not going to get hurt. Kyle told me he loves me and he's leaving that bitch for me."

"That bitch?" Kenny chuckles. "Come on Bebe, is name calling really necessary?"

"I'm just saying…" I shrug. "He's not even attracted to her anymore. Have you seen how fat she is? She looks so fucking gross. And that ass of hers…SICK! She doesn't even have the good kind of big ass, it's all flabby and jiggly. At least I have the kind of fat ass that men love."

"She's really not that big. Besides, he doesn't care about her weight, he's more concerned with-"

"BEBE!" We turn around and see Kyle approaching us. He walks over to me and grabs my arm. "I want to talk to you…NOW!"

"Okay!" I look at Kenny and smile as he looks shocked. Kyle escorts me to the elevator and we get in. "Did you miss me baby?" I ask him once the elevator door closes. I try to wrap my arms around him, but he pushes me off of him.

"What the FUCK are you doing here? I fired your ass!" He barks at me.

"I came to get the rest of my things…and see you of course." I wink.

"You don't have anything else. Don't ever come up here again or else I WILL get a restraining order!"

I laugh. "You wouldn't do that to me!"

"Yes I would! Stop playing with me Bebe!" He shouts.

I look at him. "Don't you miss me?" I poke out my bottom lip.

"Go!"

"Not even a little…?"

The elevator door opens and he points. "GO!" I just look at him. "Now! I mean it!"

I walk off the elevator and turn back and look at him. "I love you…"

"Fuck you!"

I smile at this. "I thought you would never ask…" I walk back on the elevator and try to unzip his pants, but he pushes my hand away. I put one arm around him and try to kiss him, but he puts his hand over my mouth.

"I'm going to say this one more time…GET OUT!" He starts shaking me. "I'm not fucking playing with you anymore!" He yells. I laugh as I find his anger quite hilarious. I don't think he sees the humor in it because his face is turning red. "LEAVE!"

"Okay boo, I'm gone." I manage to grab his dick and give it a nice squeeze just before leaving.

"Girl, you go hard!" My friend Red exclaims as she does a toast to me. Wendy decided I needed to get out to get my mind off of getting fired and Kyle…not that I could EVER get Kyle off my mind. She decided to get some of the girls together and go out for cocktails. We decided to go to a nice lounge in Denver, in the VIP section thanks to Red. We were also joined by Lola. I've been friends with these girls since elementary school so they know the history between Kyle and me. I'm just now catching them up on the latest with us.

"Don't encourage her Red, he's a married man." Lola tells her. She's always been kind of uptight when it comes to men and relationships, especially now that she's single. She was married to Clyde Harris, but he left her for a younger hot Brazilian chick when he found out she was pregnant. She now has a six month old son named Lucas. I mean she's not an ugly girl. She's petite, about 4'11, long brown hair, cute shape without working out…lucky bitch!

"So what?" Red shrugs. "If his wife isn't making him happy, then Bebe can! Shit, I bet Kyle is still in love with Bebe anyway." See, this is why I love Red. She sees things from my point of view. Wendy and Lola are thinking about that fat bitch Rebecca instead of considering the possibility that Kyle still wants me…which he does.

Red is single too, however, her issue is she only dates men with money. Doctors, lawyers, athletes, musicians…basically anyone who makes over six figures. As long as she knows my Kyle is OFF limits. Red is also a pretty girl, I really don't associate with ugly women it makes me look bad. She's about 5'7 and really thin, long red hair…most of which are extension. One thing I like about her is that she does her thing. She doesn't let anyone or anything get in the way of what she wants. Because of this she has Sugar Daddies, one which bought her a house, she has three cars, all of her bills paid, take her shopping, get her hair and nails done, and on top of that…she doesn't even work!

"He IS still in love with me. He told me that before we even slept together." I inform the girls.

Red smiles at Lola. "There you go."

"That doesn't make it right." Lola looks at me. "Clyde did the same thing to me and it broke my heart when he ran off with that skank. Don't break up his happy home. It's wrong, it's so wrong."

I roll my eyes. "I'm not breaking up his home…he is." I tell her.

"You're enabling him." Wendy joins in. "I've told you before, you need to stop before things get out of hand."

"Sounds like they're already out of hand." Lola adds.

Red puts her hand on my shoulder. "Don't listen to these two. If you want Kyle, go for him. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise. You deserve him." She winks.

"Thanks Red. I'm not going to give up on what I came all the way from San Diego for." I smile as I hear deep sighs come from Wendy and Lola.

"That's my girl!" She does another toast, but this time it's to the shots of patron she ordered just for the two of us. We both down our shots.

"You two are sick…" Wendy says as she shakes her head.

"Pathetic…" Lola mumbles.

Suddenly, I get a sick feeling again. I feel like I'm getting ready to throw up. "B, are you okay?" Wendy asks me. I start feeling dizzy as well and I look at her and the other girls and it looks like I'm seeing double. Damn, I shouldn't have drunk so much. "Are you okay?" She asks me again.

"I think I'm going to go home."

"Are you going to be able to make it home?" Lola asks me. "You shouldn't drive if you're drunk."

"I'll be fine." I smile weakly.

"Well call me when you get home I know you made it safely." Wendy tells me.

"Okay. Later gals, it's been fun."

"Bye." The girls tell me.

"Remember, get your man, girl! Get your man!" Red adds. I give her a thumbs up as I walk out. As soon as I get in my car and start it up, the sick feeling returns stronger than ever. I quickly roll down the window and stick my head out when… "BLEEEEEEEEACH!" Yup, threw up again. I rest for about 15 minutes in the car before driving off.

Once I arrive home, I take off my shoes, put my purse down and climb in the bed and cuddle up with my Kyle pillow. I still feel like shit. I feel sick and my head is killing me. I can't believe I got so hammered at the lounge. I only had two dry martinis and 4 shots of patron. Am I losing my touch? I usually can handle way more liquor than that. I hear my phone ring. "Ugh…" I groan as I get up to retrieve my phone. "Yeah?" I answer.

"B?" It turns out it's Wendy. "Where are you?" She asks in a panic.

"I'm home Wendy, why?"

I hear her exhale deeply. "Oh thank God! I was worried sick about you."

"Why?"

"I told you to call me when you get home!"

"I just got home Wendy, sheesh!"

"B! It took you two hours to get home? You only live about 20 minutes from the place."

Did it really take me two hours to get home? I look at the time and see that it's 10:30…I guess it did, I left the lounge around 8:30. "I had to run a few errands." I tell her. I don't want her know that I was so fucked up driving home.

She sighs. "Bebe…please tell me you didn't stop by Kyle's office again…"

"No Wendy I didn't…" However, this would be the perfect time to do that if I didn't feel like crap.

"Good. Don't listen to Red. Going after Kyle is wrong. You've already lost your job because of this obsession you don't want to lose anything else."

God, her voice is irritating me right now. "Okay Wendy, I'm going to sleep now."

"This early?"

"Yeah, I'm still feeling a little queasy and drinking didn't help AT ALL." I explain to her.

"Are you okay B? You haven't been feeling well all day."

"I don't know what it is hun…"

"Maybe you should see a doctor." She suggests. "Maybe you've got some stomach bug that's going around…"

I raise my eyebrow to this. "Other people have a stomach bug?"

"I don't really know, it's just a friendly suggestion." She chuckles.

"Maybe, or maybe I'm…" I thought just came to my head.

"What?"

"I got to go Wendy. I'll talk to you tomorrow." I quickly hang up. Oh my God! Why didn't think of this sooner? Is it possible? No…I couldn't be…could I?

I head out to the CVS to buy a product and head to the nearest bathroom stall. I wait a few minutes and then I look down at the product. I look up and smile.

"I am…" I continue to smile.