She opened the door to find him standing there. He was taller then she preferred and his hair was darker but she was a women in love, so she would just have to deal with it. After ushering him inside up to her bedroom she handed him a bag.

"What the hell is this?" He smiled.

"What does it look like?" She snapped as she lit a cigarette and took a puff.

He gave her a look and then opened the duffle bag to find clothes. It was just a green tee, with some jeans, which had some holes in them and fip flops. Also along with it was a book, The Call of the wild.

"Like I said, what the hell is this."

"Go into the bedroom, and put it on. Then bring the book out here and take seat next to me." She patted the bed next to her.

"Mrs. Brooke you are a strange character."

"It's Brooke, as I said before."

He nodded and went into the bedroom. He was only a few short moments and he opened the door as Brooke was finishing up her cigarette. She looked at him and could of sworn she had an orgasm right there. There he was, he looked just like him. Her man. Her love.

"Now come here." she told him.

He smiled at her and did what he was told.

"Read to me."

"Excuse me?"

"I said read to me."

"Are you serious?"

"Do I look like I'm in a kidding mood?"

"Sweetie listen, I'm a male prostitute, and a pretty damned good looking one. I'm sitting here on your bed, looking at your fine ass, and wanting to fuck the shit out of you and you want me to read some lame ass book?"

"It's his favorite." She told him.

"Who, that Lucas kid you were talking about."

She nodded.

"Don't you want me girl." He whispered rubbing her thigh.

"What I want is for you to read to me."

"Baby," he shook his head. " you got it bad." he laughed. "What happened to this Lucas anyway?"

"I'm not asking you to fucking chat with me. I"m asking you to read. If you want your god damned money you'll be a good little boy and do what I ask."

"Listen, why don't we just talk? I won't even charge you for the extra time. Usually I just do what I'm asked, and fuck the bitches but you...you got me interested. Why don't you let me crash here for a little while? Huh?"

"Listen..um sorry what's your name again?'

"Mike."

"Okay Mike, I don't need to talk. I don't want to talk. And if you are worried, don't be because fucking me isn't a question, don't worry you'll get your piece of ass for the night and the money, I don't want to sit here and have pillow talk though, I just want you to fucking open the book and read. God dammit I never thought hiring a prostitute would be so god damned frustrating."

He just shook his head.

"Okay, I'll read."

She smiled as she cuddled in with him, he looked at her curiously and then did what she wanted. He read. She had her eyes open as she looked around the room and then looked up at Mike. He was good looking, no doubt about that. He had a very deep sexy voice and he was more muscular then Lucas.

That's when it hit her. He wasn't Lucas. Not even close. It hit her like a ton of bricks. Lucas never would have given her such a hard time about reading to her, Lucas would never say things like "wanting to fuck the shit of you" Lucas was kind, charming. He was sweet, and his voice was delicate.

Her heart was pounding as she began to shake. Right now as she lay with this stranger he was probably with Peyton. Cuddling wit her, reading to her. Touching her.

She jumped up as she tried to calm herself down, and she was breathing heavy.

"Brooke are you okay?" Mike stopped as he looked up at her.

"Get out." she whispered.

"What?"

"Get out!" she screamed. " Just get the fuck out!"

"Brooke calm down."

"Now! Get out! Get out of my fucking house. Now you pathetic son of a bitch!" She jumped up as she grabbed the nearest thing she could, which was her mug, that had her coffee in it and threw it at him. Luckily it missed as he avoided the next thing she threw which was a shoe.

"Get out of my house! Now!" She continued to scream, now tears were streaming down her face.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" he screamed back as he started to gather his things.

She ran up and started to hit him.

"GET OUT! GET OUT LEAVE! NOW !"

He turned around and shoved her against the wall as he held her arms back.

"Stop! Stop it!"

"Get out!" she cried

"I tried to be nice Brookie. I tired dealing with your crazy ass and be the nice guy, but you are nuts! Now you promised me a piece of ass tonight, and I'm not leaving without it.

"No!" she tried to squirm away. As he spread her legs open and reached his hands up her skirt.

"Get off of me!" she cried.

"I thought you wanted me baby." he sneered as he began sucking on her neck and rubbing his fingers around her.

"Lucas! Lucas please! Please help!"

Mike stopped as he looked at her.

"Lucas! Lucas help me! Lucas! Please, please help me!"

He turned around and angrily shoved her down into her night stand which flipped over causing all of her things to fall off.

"Girl you need some serious help." mike mumbled before he left the house.

Brooke couldn't even speak because she was sobbing so hard and winced in pain as she tried to get up and realized her elbow was bleeding. She looked over to see the picture frame that held the picture of her and Lucas in it broken. The glass had scraped the picture, and some of it was torn.

"No!" She sobbed as she picked it up off the ground shaking the glass off and holding it up to her.

"Oh no, Lu...Lucas."

She stared at the picture rocking back and forth carefully rubbing her fingers over his face as the tears from her eyes fell onto it.

"I love you Lucas." she cried out. "I love you."