Summary: Julian is about to lose his job after the company he works for is combining with another. His boss, Lucas, always flirted with his wife, Brooke. What happens when Julian pushes Brooke to sleep with Lucas to keep his job?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the little boys. Everything else is owned by One Tree Hill. The title is from a Fall Out Boy song!
Hey Ya'll! Sorry this took some time to post. The last week of class plus the week of finals was hell and now I'm sick. So it's not really that fun. But, on the other hand I am off of school for a month! Yippy! I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Please don't hate me for the ending! It's just to set up for the next chapter! Can you believe I'm already at 9 chapters? Jeez! Well please review! Thanks!
Sugar, We're Going Down Swinging
Chapter Nine
Lucas's Point-of-View
"Are you out of your damn mind?" Brooke hissed at me having her green eyes look at me like they were daggers as she walked over towards me.
I already had to sit through a meeting involving security and my dad. Let's just say it wasn't pretty.
Screaming, cursing, Brooke yelling, Dan even yelled, and finally security escorting Julian off the grounds and Dan telling me I need to choose the correct path in life.
Whatever the fuck that means. I mean I think I picked the correct path in life. I picked the fucking path he wanted me too. If I didn't do that, I'd be far away from this fucking place.
And that is how I found myself sitting in Brooke's hotel room not really wanting to head home were I knew were my mom would most likely be waiting for me.
"I mean nice punch and all, but really?" Brooke sighed sitting next to me. My hand was black and blue, a little swollen but nothing I couldn't handle since I had the perfect 'nurse' taking care of me. "I could've handled myself. You didn't need to punch him."
"He was forcing you to go with him, Brooke. I was not going to allow that shit to go down." I explained my side. There were probably other ways to make the situation better but he was driving me crazy. The only way to shut his fucking mouth up was to punch him. "No guy is supposed to put his hands on a lady unless its some kinky shit."
I playfully tapped on her ass, sending a wink her way.
Gosh, what the fuck is going on with me?
"Watch it or I'll make sure your other hand is broken." Brooke warned with a look that was similar to a mother scolding her child.
"Damn that look makes me wanna take you right now." I smirked and she licked her lips seductively.
"Well that won't be happening. My kids are sleeping on that bed so get your mind out of the gutter." She shoved me playfully. "But I can take care of myself. I don't need no-punching white knight to save me. I'm not some cliché Disney princess."
"Well maybe your just a damsel that needs saving and doesn't know just yet." I came right back to her. "It's nothing to be ashamed about."
"I can handle my own." She hissed moving away from me.
I just really wanted to move closer, the closer the better in my mind.
"Brooke," I looked at her. "I know you can handle your own, I'm not saying you can't. I'm just saying you deserve more than that piece of shit."
"Don't you think I know that?"
I noticed something change in her. Her striking green eyes now had tears building up in them.
"I know it, okay?" Brooke sat on the bed resting her head in her hands. "I know it all, but I can't do it to the boys. They love him."
"Sometimes its better to grow up in a house hold that has one parent than in a house with the mom scared of her husband. Trust me. I lived it."
It was the typical marriage of parents hating each other and staying together for the children. Why are my parents still together? Dan wants a girl on his arms at all times he needs one and my mom wants the money to continue her cafes. They each had needs that were easier to accomplish together than apart.
"It's not always bad, well not until the job risk." Brooke sighed falling back on the bed, her raven locks spreading out behind her head.
I took the opportunity to lay next to her. I felt like she needed the silence but also the support.
"It will be okay, Brooke." I turned, resting my head on my hands. "Baker is an ass, but you deserve 100% better. Get a hold of yourself and don't let him stop you. You're independent and an amazing mother. Prove those boys that."
"Thanks." She blushed, smiling softly. "I think."
"Now come on. I promised you a lunch date and that is what you're going to get." I pulled her off the bed.
"But your hand," she pointed out like that was going to stop me. I was going to treat her like a lady.
"I can deal with that later, besides its nothing a little ice can fix." I smiled wrapping my arms tightly around her. "I promise, Brooke, it will get better." I could feel her sink into my arms and I hugged tighter. "Come on, you need a drink and I'm buying."
We quickly walked out of the hotel room, me giving a quick squeeze to her hand and guided her to the attached restaurant to the hotel. I did not want to take her out of the hotel, not when the risk of running into Julian. Who knows where that lunatic is.
"You didn't need to do this, especially since I'm not even sure where my marriage is going." Brooke rambled on. I saw her nerves coming out; she was playing with her sleeve and the straw.
"Think of me as a friend," I paused placing a smirk on my face, "A friend that is extremely good looking and will to be at your service whenever you need me to be."
"Shut it," She laughed rolling her eyes.
And that is when I saw it for the first time. I saw a spark in her eyes and a true smile on her face. Her dimples were craters deep and her smile shortly fell into a smirk. I really wish I just kept her in that hotel room. Fucking her seems so much better than eating lunch, but you have to treat a lady right if you want them to keep coming back.
"No talking about the asshole this lunch. Only whatever else you want to discuss." I smiled, reaching with my non-injured hand and grab a hold of her hand. "So what is there to know about Brooke Baker?"
"I guess," She paused putting some thought into it. "I don't really know what to say."
"What's under the clothes Brooke? What makes you, you and don't just say you are a mother. You're more than a wife and a mother."
"No one really ever asked me that before. I mean I've been Brooke the wife and mother for a while now. It's who I am." She shrugged and her smile faded.
I just nodded hopping she'd just continue, and like I thought, she started speaking again.
"I grew up in this town my whole life. Everything was preached using the males determine everything and the women just do what they say. My mom made sure I know it Stating 'every southern girl needs a southern male to control her'. Some bull like that. I always knew that was what I was going to be, but then in high school something changed. I wanted that independence, and I wanted to be able to take care of myself and if I had kids, then them too. I wanted to strive for something and I actually found my passion," She let out a small laugh, shaking her head slightly. "It started at the stupid home-economics class and we had to make something. All the girls were making easy things like bags and aprons but I wanted to push myself. I made a dress.
"It was gorgeous and this beautiful red fabric. I worked my ass off on that stupid dress and used that to get into FIT in New York. I was so proud of myself but when I told my parents and Julian my plan, they both forbid me to go. Without my parents I would not be able to go to college. I needed them to pay for it. Hell how was I going to pay without them? But it broke me when they said no. In their words, 'fashion will be a waste of a degree for someone who will sit at home all day'. So yeah I gave it up and did what they wanted to. I went to UNC with Julian. Majored in business, just because, and then minored in sketching because I loved it. I still doodle here and there or when I see fabric, I can imagine the dress or shirt or whatever. But I gave up, because it wasn't what I was supposed to be."
"Well go do it now." I gave her advice. "If you want something, go get it. Julian can't stop you, Brooke. Only you can stop yourself."
I mean I shouldn't really be the one about giving advice about what to do. My father directed my path in life. This is the furthest thing from what I wanted to do. I'd rather help people in some way. Maybe a pediatrician or professor, I'm not sure. But I wanted something different than the business world.
"I can't just start making things. I don't have the money or means to make it in the fashion world. Plus Julian would never let me do that."
"Why is he stopping you? If you want to do it just do it."
"Its means and money, Lucas." She repeated, summarizing what she stated before. "I can't do it."
"Focus on yourself right now. Your boys, they'll always be near you and will be happy if you're happy. Tell me about them, Brooke. Julian never says much when everyone is talking about their kids."
"They're good boys. Grant and William, they'll do whatever I want. Last night they were petrified of Julian and I hope to God they'll never see him like that."
"I asked about them. I want to know more about them."
"Grant is all book smart and a pleaser. He wants to do what will make everyone happy. He, compared to me at least, loves school." Brooke smiled at the thought of her oldest. "William is different, completely opposite of Grant. He is a spitfire and will run circles around anyone. I think I need to store his energy because chasing him around wears me out but not him. They're my life right now and I think I'll be okay with that till William is in school full time."
"That's good."
I didn't know what else to say. I'm not really into children. I mean Nathan has two kids that are somewhat fun but I'm not into the baby and diaper stage.
"Yeah. I just, ugh." She paused sitting back. "I just wanted them to grow up with parents that loved each other, but I guess that's an impossible task to ask for?"
"All a kid needs is at least one parent that loves them, trust me on that."
Brooke just stared at me. I had a feeling its from me acting all warm and fuzzy shit, but I was just trying to help. She needed advice and support and that was what I was giving to her. Maybe it shouldn't be me doing this since I hate Julian, but oh well.
"Eat up, drink up, and relax. You deserve it."
"Except I have two kids that need to be picked up in four hours, so no drinking. Thanks though." She sipped her water and then placed it on the table and ran her tongue over her lips.
Gosh, oh fucking gosh. I just want her now, right here, right now. I don't care if we are out and public and that I kind of said in one way or another that I'd cool it till she figures everything out.
I quickly pulled out my wallet and throw a fifty on the table and pulled the closest waiter near the table. "Have the food delivered to room 350."
I pulled Brooke out of her seat and off towards the direction of the elevator.
"Lucas!" Brooke called as I dragged her through the lobby. "Where are we going, I wanted that burger."
A girl who is not afraid to eat in front of a guy is a girl meant for me. There have been countless girls that will only eat a salad or soup, but that was idiotic. I need a girl who can eat.
"You'll get your burger." I pulled her against the wall of the elevator and brought my mouth directly onto hers, only to come apart to state "Stop licking your fucking lips and I wouldn't be wanting you right now."
"Luke, come on." Brooke pushed him off. "After all that happened today we need to cool it."
"Cool it? Really?" I grew angry moving to the opposite side of the elevator. Soon enough we are at the third floor and she is off towards her room.
"I have a lot going on right now, okay? I just," She paused running her hands through her hair, "I just think that maybe I should focus on my sons for now? Possibly even focus on what I'm going to do from here. I don't know if I'll end my marriage or not, but I need to figure that before I do any more."
She was so serious yet nervous at the same time.
"Yeah," I sighed. Personally, I could understand were she was coming from but that doesn't mean it doesn't suck. "Just call me whenever." I climbed right back on the elevator and as the doors closed, I knew this was going to suck.
