Right guys, so as you have probably guessed; I've decided to redo the last couple of chapter. I know that most of the reviews were for me to carry on and I appreciated your thoughts on it, I really didn't feel comfortable carry on the story with the way it's going. I felt it got to out of control and really annoyed me.

I guess some of you are going to be angry at me for not going with the majority, but like most of you have said now and before: It's my story. If you guys don't enjoy it then by all means, stop reading.

Thanks again for those who have stuck by me and said they support whatever decision I make.

Disclaimer: You all know by now.

Emily POV

I clutch the tray in my hands staring at the table where they sit close together. I watch as they whisper in each other's ears, giggling like teenagers in love. My hands tighten round the tray as I continue to watch them, Cook says something in Naomi's ear, causing her to giggle and tuck a strand of hair behind her ear bashfully.

I growl under my breath at the site. A hand lightly touches my back, causing me to jump. I look to my left and see Effy looking at me, her eyebrow raised questionably.

"You need to turn down the jealousy Em, you look like you want to shoot Cook"

I sigh, starting to walk towards the table with Effy next to me "At this moment in time I don't just want to shoot him. I want to chop his limbs off, throw them in a fire and watch them burn before throwing the ashes into the sea. Then I'll keep his head as a memoir on how I successfully killed my best friend" I smile at Effy innocently.

She chuckles shaking her head before walking round the table to take a seat next to Panda who bounces happily in her seat. I look at the spaces left. Either next to Cook or next to Naomi...

'Fuck it' I stride forward and dump my tray down in front of Naomi and Cook, they both move back, looking up at me startled. I just smile at them and push my leg between them.

"Don't mind me" I stick my other leg through then wiggle my way between them, my but hitting the bench, situating myself between the two "Just here to eat my lunch"

I smile again, pick up my burger and dig in. As the rich taste of the burger runs down my throat, I moan loudly. I smirk when I see-out of the corner of my eye- Naomi blush, her eyes darting away from me as I lock gazes with her. I knew she'd remember the moan

I eat more of my food, happily chewing and glancing round the table at the others. I can feel Cooks stare on me but refuse to meet his gaze, pretending to be listening to JJ's and Thomas's conversation about a video game...Mass Effect of something?

"Uh Emilio?"

I grunt "Humph?"

"Could you move seats?"

I look to Cook, swallowing the big bite I just took and lick my lips "Why?"

Cook looks at me, then to Effy, then to Naomi before looking back to me again "You know so I can sit next to my girlfriend?"

I put on a feigned look of hurt "Don't you want to sit next to me?"

Cook clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck "Yeah I do, but I kind of want to be near my girlfriend"

I look at Naomi then back to Cook "She's only a few feet away"

Naomi huffs "Oh for fucks sake" shooting out of her place she walks to the other side of Cook, sitting down and taking his hand in hers. Cook shuffles along, pushing me to the edge as he makes more room for his girlfriend.

I huff in annoyance as they go back to being lovey dovey. I look at Effy and pretend to gag whilst Effy smiles sadly at me.

"Good try Ems"

I just flip her off, going back to my burger.

A rectangle piece of paper gets slammed down in front of me. I look up above my glasses, raising an eyebrow at the raven haired girl. I pick it up and wave it about.

"What's this?"

She smirks "Read it"

I sigh and take my glasses off, throwing them onto the table. My eyes scan over the paper, widening as I read the information on it.

"You're not serious" I ask astonished.

Effy chuckles "I am"

Placing my glasses back on, I stand up, walk round to Effy and hug her tightly.

"Why?" I ask when I pull back.

"You've worked really hard during these past four years, you're the best worker here and when you put your mind to things, you get them done. You're excellent at your job, you keep your workers in line but still keep a fun atmosphere. I would love it if you help me run the company"

I sniff, emotions overwhelming me and nod "Yes. I would love to Effy."

Effy laughs and wraps her arm round my shoulders "Don't worry, if you still want to, you can mainly run the design department. Just think though, in about a week time, instead of it saying Stonem and McClair on this building, it will say Stonem and Fitch."

"Hmm...I prefer Fitch and Stonem"

"Don't push your luck" Effy teases as we walk out of my office. We walk down the hall towards her own office, stopping at the one beside hers. Already, there are builders in there, renovating the office "Welcome to your new office" She beams brightly at me.

I chuckle and walk in, watching as the builders re paint the walls in a cool blue "Needs a bit of work"

"Just a tad" Effy says, laughing.

I walk back out and shut the door "When will it be done?"

"Hopefully next week"

"What's going to happen to Panda?" I ask as we walk back to my office.

"What about me?" Panda asks from behind her desk, quickly minimizing a game of solitaire. I smile at her and place a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"I was asking Effy what's going to happen to you"

Panda's eyes widen in fright "What? We're not bankrupt are we? That's totally ra-ra"

"Panda, calm down. No we're not Bankrupt. I just gave Emily a new job"

Panda smiles "What job?"

I pretend to stretch some imaginary suspenders "Take a look Panda Pops at your new co-owner of Stonem and Fitch Toys"

I watch in amusement as my words start to slowly click into place in Panda's brain. Her eyes widen comically, a cheesy grin forming on her face. She jumps up and immediately brings me in for a hug.

"Bonkers! This is so brill Emsy!" her face falls "So what is going to happen to me"

I watch as Effy smirks "Well, Ems will need a PA now. If you'd like to-"

"YES!" Panda says, jumping excitedly.

I laugh and hug her "Go back to your game of solitaire then Panda"

Panda nods and sits back down, her concentration going straight to the cards on screen. I look at Effy and smile before strolling into my office and plopping myself down in my chair.

Effy smiles and walks in, sitting herself down in the chair opposite. I watch as she starts to look through my paperwork, she scrunches her face up at something, rips the page away and scrunches it up into a ball then throws towards my bin. She misses completely, hitting the bookshelf behind.

I scoff and pick up the paper ball, I start to throw the ball up, catching it easily in my hands.

"That was pathetic Eff"

Effy raises her head, her eyebrows rising to her hairline "What?"

"The shot" I grasp the ball, aiming to throw it "It was pathetic" I throw the ball, watching as it smoothly fell into the bin. I raise my arms above my head "YES!"

"That's unfair, you were on Roundview's BOYS basketball team"

I smile at the memory. In our senior school, I was on the basketball team, the captain in fact and top scorer of the school, I was disappointed when we joined Roundview after finding out that they didn't have a girl's basketball, so I tried out for the guys. At first the guys jest laughed at me, but once I started dribbling down the court, dodging the other teams and then scoring a three pointer, then a slam dunk they praised me, begging their coach to allow me to join.

"You were the captain of the girl's netball team!" I saw, smirking at her.

Effy laughs "It wasn't because I was any good, I was fucking the coach and he made me captain"

I laugh, getting up I look for some paper. I grab a whole load off one of my shelves and sit back down, dumping the paper on my table. Effy again raises an eyebrow.

"Why've you got that?"

I start to scrunch up a piece of paper, making it into a ball "Grab some paper and make some balls"

"Why?"

"Why? Because we're having a fucking game that's why"

Effy just shrugs and grabs some of the balls I made.

"Hey!" I slap at her hands "Make your own fucking balls"

Effy chuckle, grabbing some paper and making her own balls.

The ball hits the makeshift backboard, running along the ring of the net and tumbling in. Effy whoops, getting out of her chair, she marks a tally on our makeshift scoreboard. After a while of aimlessly throwing the paper into the bin, we decided to get our arts and crafts on. Out of a cardboard box I found in the copy room and marker we drew on the design of a back board and stuck it to the back of the bin as well as making a hoop ring out of pipe cleaners. To make the net, we broke into Cook's office, finding a pair of fishnet tights and cutting them up to make the netting for the hoop. Also we drew up a score board, blu tacking it to the wall beside the bin.

Cook grabs his orange paper balls he spent two hours making, lines up the shot and chucks it. It hits the ring, bouncing off onto the floor.

Cook had joined us after an hour, asking if we had seen Naomi's fishnet stockings. We both raised our eyebrows in surprise, chortling out laughter and pointing to the net. Cook had laughed loudly, closing the door behind him he asked to join. We did after asking him a few questions as to why Naomi even owned fish net stockings. He replied they were trying out a few role play ideas. I almost puked at the thought. No not at Naomi, that turned me on, no at the thought of Cook being dressed in nothing but a builder's hat and a tool belt.

Cook huffs angrily, spinning in his chair he kicks my desk.

"Oi! Don't kick my desk just because you're grumpy about losing to two girls"

Cook puffs out his chest, trying to reign in his lost bravado "I'm letting you two win, y'know it's a gentlemen thing to do" he sniffs, rubbing his nose.

I pat his shoulder as I roll past him to the spot we marked out with duck tape "You tell yourself that Cookie"

I laugh as he pouts and raise my hand. Aiming it at the middle of the backboard, I throw the ball forward, watching as it flies out, hitting the backboard and perfectly falling into the bin. I whoop, throwing my hands up I kick myself over to the point board. I roll about, grabbing the pen and mark a tally.

So far it's 12 to Effy, 15 to me and 5 to Cook.

"Bunch of cheating bit-"

"I dare you to finish that sentence Cook." Effy warns, smirking softly at him.

Again Cook kicks my desk "Hey, what did I say about my desk?" I ask, slapping the back of his head.

"Don't worry Ems, you'll be getting a new one soon" Effy says as she rolls past us to take a shot.

"What?" Cook sits up "Why?"

"Haven't you heard Cookie?" I ask, stretching my arms out, a paper ball in my right hand "I am the new co-owner of Stonem and Fitch toys"

Cook furrows his eyebrows together before he beams at me "That's great Ems! But.." he spins round to face Effy who's just making a point on the tally "Why the fuck did you not choose me?" Cook asks.

"Because you spend the majority of your time fucking every woman that walks into this place" Effy says, rolling backwards.

"But so does Emilio!" I frown at this. I'm not that bad am I?

"Yes, but she get's work done as well"

"I get work done! Plus, we need to have a man running this joint"

"The only time you'd be running a company is if you worked in a brothel" I say, chuckling.

"And you'd be my number one customer wouldn't you Ems?" Cook, says wiggling his eyebrows.

I gasp "Fuck off, I can get girls"

"Yeah but you've been off your game recently ain't you?"

"No I-"

"You've lost your streak" he teases.

I gasp again and lob the paper ball at his head, watching as it hits him perfectly between the eyes and bounces into the bin. Effy rolls back over to our tally, adding five points on for me.

"'Ey! How comes she gets five points!" Cook asks

"Because that shot was amazing" Effy says, smirking at Cook.

"I have not lost my streak Cook! I'm still as suave as ever"

"Prove it. Tonight we're all going out to celebrate your promotion and you" he points his finger at me "Are going to show me you still have your streak"

"How?"

"Pull as many girl's as you can by midnight. If you get over five, then you've proved me wrong. If you don't, then you have to admit you have lost your streak and I am the best, most amazing guy out there"

I shake my head, grabbing another ball and chuck it up into the air "No. I don't do that anymore"

Cook rolls his eyes "Fine, you don't have to fuck 'em, just get their numbers"

"What is this? Fucking senior school?" I say, catching the ball as it drops back down.

"Fine, don't do it. But that means you lose"

I narrow my eyes at him. Dam Cook and knowing me so well, he knows I hate losing and having my ego bruised. "All right" I stick my hand out to him.

"We have a deal?"

"Deal" He takes my hand and firmly shakes it.

"Game on Emilio" A strange sense of Déjà Vu washes over me as he utters those words, a tingling travelling up my back.

"Game on"

"All right Emilio, there's a bunch of fit girls in here tonight. Pick who you would like to prove yourself on" Cook says as we stand against the bar, waiting for the shots he ordered to be done.

I roll my eyes and run a hand through my hair "Do I really need to do this?" I ask, my eyes locking onto Naomi's from across the room. She's watching us with interest, her eyes watching both of our lips, probably trying to lip read.

Cook nods "Yes. You said you still have game. Let's see you put into action" I watch as Naomi's eyes turn into slits, fire burning behind her eyes as she stares at both of us. I look back to Cook who seems completely oblivious to his girlfriends' dangerous stare.

"Here you go dude" The bartender says, pushing a tray of shots towards both of us.

"I'm way to sober for this" I sigh and knock back a shot, wincing as the bitter taste of Vodka shoots down my throat.

"Go on and show me what you've got" he says, shoving me into the crowd. I peer round to growl at him and see the he's already sat himself down at the table, knocking back shots with everyone else.

I sigh and peer round me. Many girl's are dancing, grinding against boys and girls. I try to search for someone but fail too. I turn to the bar tender and ask for another drink, knocking it back again.

There's two types of girl's you'll find when coming to a club. One is the overly confident sexy girls who know they're gorgeous and can snag whoever they set their eyes on. The other is the shy ones. The ones who don't know they're good looking and her too insecure to approach anyone.

"Hey" I hear from beside me. I look to the side and spot this curvey brunette smiling at me, her eyes fluttering seductively. Smirking, I stand up straight and run my eyes over her body approvingly. Exhibit A of overly confident girl.

"Hello" I say, smiling at her then turning my attention back to my drink. You may think that was rude, but really, that's how you really attract these girls in. When they address you, act interested, address them back then turn away nonchalantly. It drives them crazy that they haven't caught the whole of your attention and so they will literally run after it until they're begging.

"I'm Gabrielle" she says leaning against the bar to push her boobs up. I keep my eyes straight ahead, not letting her boobs grab my attention, the attention she wants.

"Nice name" Again, this will make them interested in you. They'll find it mysterious that you don't tell them yours straight away and so they'll want to find it out. Mystery=attraction.

"And you are?" she asks, leaning in closer to me. I swirl my glass around, drinking the last of it before motioning for the bar tender to top me up.

"Trying to get drunk and have a great night out"

I watch her from the corner of my eyes as she smirks and leans even closer, her lips right by my ear.

"Any chance of me helping you with that?" She husks into my ear.

I shrug "Maybe" I finally glance at her, noticing how close she is to my face.

"Shall we find out?"

I turn round and lean my back against the bar, my elbows resting on the counter top "I'd love to, but I really need to get back home" I go to move before feeling a hand lightly touch my arm. I stop and turn round to her; she's watching me with interested eyes.

"If you change your mind" she grabs a napkin and a pen, quickly scribbling down some numbers, she turns back to me and tucks it into the back pockets of my jeans. "Don't hesitate to call" she squeezes my bum cheek as she removes her hand before winking and sauntering off. I smirk and look over to Cook, seeing his eyes already watching me, a grin on his face.

I wink at him then survey the area, spotting a shy looking blue haired girl sitting in a booth alone. I unbutton my shirt to show more cleavage before sauntering up to her. I place a hand on the table., watching as her eyes dart to my hand then slowly travel up my arm, across my shoulder then darting to stare blatantly at my chest. Definitely gay. Exhibit B: Shy girl.

"Hi" I say, flashing her my friendliest grin.

She looks away from my tits up to my face, a grin of her own forming on her face "Hi" she says.

I gesture to the booth "Mind if I sit?" she shakes her head, her green eyes following my movements as I slide into the seat opposite her.

I watch as her fingers grasp onto her glass tightly, I bite my lip, starting to feel guilty that I'm about to use this girl. "I saw you when I was at the bar. Did you come here on your own?" I ask

She shakes her head, her blue hair flying about around her "No, my friends are there" I look to where she's pointing, cringing when I see Gabrielle from earlier.

"Why aren't you with them?"

She shrugs "I don't like dancing"

I smile softly "I bet you're awesome and you don't want to upstage your friends"

She laughs, shaking her head about "Oh god no. I'm crap."

"Same. Never really had any rhythm"

"I highly doubt that"

"So you think I'm lying?"

"No, no I don't. You just don't look like you have two left feet" she says gesturing to me.

I open my mouth to respond, but cut off by another voice "Abbie grab your stuff, we're leaving" I look to see a guy standing by the table, blonde hair gelled back, making him look kind of like Danny Zucko.

Abbie smiles apologetically at me "I'll meet you guys in a bit Dave" Dave nods, shoots me a look of warning then walks out. "Sorry about him, he's kind of over protective of me"

I smile and nod "It's fine."

Abbie grabs her things and slides out of the booth, she stops and turns to me, biting her lip "Thank you for talking to me, I was kind of lonely for a while"

"My pleasure"

"Could-could I give you my number?"

"Sure"

Abbie smiles and quickly scribbles down her number and hands it to me "So I'll see you then?" she asks.

Guilt stabs my heart but I smile and nod at her, watching as she runs out after Dave. I sigh and rest my head on the table. I'm a terrible person.

I look down at my phone. 11:00, I have an hour until the end of the bet and have four numbers. I need one more and I've won.

After Abbie, I ditched the idea of going after the shy ones. They're all too trusting and hopeful, it makes me feel so guilty about leading them on. I just went after the overly confident ones, the ones I knew would be screwing someone else by the end of the night, some will probably screw about five after me.

I rest my head on the bar counter top, just about giving up. Everyone else I surveyed is either shy or they have a boy friend or are sucking face with someone else. Cook came up to me about ten minutes ago, checking on how many numbers I had gotten. He had chuckled when I told him and patted my back, stating I am losing my streak.

Naomi had walked past me whilst I was gaining a number off another girl at some point. She completely blanked us when going to the toilet, but when she came back only moments later, she shot daggers at the girl I was chatting to before shooting them to me as well.

Now I'm sat at the bar, the four numbers I had gained laid out in front of me. I huff and move them about the table top, running my eyes over every digit, I spot a tiny mistake on one of them. She put ten numbers instead of eleven. I roll my eyes and throw it back onto the table.

"Having troubles?" I look to the side, spotting a brown haired, green eyed girl watching me with amusement.

"Just this girl gave me her number but 'forgot' to put on one last digit"

I watch as the girl runs her eyes over the extra napkins I have "Looks like you don't need to worry though" she says, gesturing to them.

I chuckle "This is going to sound really bad, but I made a bet with my friend Cook that I could gain five numbers of different girls by midnight. I'm not going to contact any of them"

The girl smiles and sits herself down on the stool next to me "Taylor, two Cuba Libre's please" she says to the barman. He smiles and starts to pour them for us.

"You do know that bets always end with someone getting hurt, which is most likely you"

"Here you go Luce" Taylor says, pushing our drinks towards us.

I thank him and pick up my drink, taking a sip "I know. Last time I made a bet...I hurt someone I cared for so much"

"Tell me about it"

I glance up to look at her "I'm sure you don't want to hear me babble on about it. No one likes to hear a stranger go on about their sorrows"

Luce smiles and picks her drink up "But sometimes having a strangers ear listen is better than a friend's"

I look her over, looking to see if there's any malice behind her eyes. Only finding genuine interest, I take a deep breath.

"About six months ago, this woman walked into my work place..."

I go on to tell her about my instant attraction towards Naomi, how there was something about her that really pulled me in. I spoke about the terms of the bet Cook and I made and how I went about it. I delved into the details of the slow build up of feelings, how I was feeling something completely different towards Naomi than any other woman I have ever met. I spoke about the lead up to the date, I told her how perfect it all ways and how the sex during it was brilliant.

Throughout the confession, not once did Luce show any other emotion besides interest and understanding. It was nice when she didn't berate me when I told her how I left Naomi in the park the morning after, she didn't show any signs of anger when I spoke about the fight in the office and at the train station. It was amazing.

I told her the guilt that channelled through me the whole time I was in Bristol, told her that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't seem to get Naomi off my mind. How even when I was with Jen, I still compared her to Naomi, I compared her touch, her voice, her eyes, her moans, her smile, my feelings. Everything.

"...And now, Cook said that I had lost my streak. Which isn't true proven by these" I wave the napkins around "I promised Naomi that I would fight for her and by hitting on other girls wouldn't prove that I still love her. But I have a massive ego and by Cook saying that to me...well I bet you guessed I didn't like it. So here we are." I knock back the rest of my drink and avoid Luce's soft stare.

We sit in silence for about two minutes before she sighs and places her glass down onto the table "You really love her, don't you?"

I nod and start to twirl the glass about in my hands "I do"

"I'll have to admit. I only came over here to see if you'd be a decent shag" I laugh at this "But after listening to you and this story, I see that I wouldn't have gotten a shag no matter how hard I would have tried."

"I'm sorry about this-"

"Don't apologise. It was quite nice just being able to sit and talk to someone for a change." She looks down at her phone "One minute till midnight" she says softly. She reaches for two napkins, she pushes one to Taylor "Write your number down on it" she says to him before writing her own down on the other napkin.

She pushes them both towards me and jumps off her stool. "Oh look it's midnight and you have six numbers"

"Thank you"

"You're welcome Emily. Fight for her" she kisses my cheek then saunters off into the crowd.

I smile softly at the kindness this woman has shown me. Jumping off my own stool, I make my way through the dancing bodies to the table where everyone is sat at.

I throw the napkins down in front of Cook "Six. I got six numbers and it's midnight"

Cook looks over the napkins, a smile pulling at his lips "You've proved me wrong Emilio. Now" he jumps up and throws an arm around me "Let's celebrate your fucking promotion!"

I smile at him and cheer with everyone else. My eyes lock onto Naomi who smiles softly at me, her eyes speaking for her 'well done'

I smile back at her. I'm definitely going to fight for her.

I hope you guys enjoyed the change. Luce will make her return, and no, she and Emily do not get together. They just develop a friendship so don't worry any of your fine asses ;)

Thanks for reading!