Chapter Eight

** Three Days Later **

"Mr. West has called again, that would make six times in the last hour.." Hillary set a Pepsi in front of her. Lara rolled her eyes, "Did he leave another stupid sappy message??" Lara groaned drinking her drink. "I don't know I didn't listen to it. but knowing Mr. West it probably is.." Hillary set the portable phone in front of her. "Maybe later," Lara sighed. Hillary walked out of the room, and Lara stared at the phone. Lara debated with herself on weather or not to call him. . She finally picked up the phone, but then set it back down. This up and down thing continued for a half hour. With a deep breath Lara finally picked it up and pressed memory two, before she could put it down. Lara was about to hang up but Alex's voice came on .it was too late to turn back now. Lara walked out to the poolside. "Hello." Alex replied. Lara panicked and hit the END button. Sitting in a lounge chair she frowned, she couldn't do it. Lara closed her eyes, breathing deeply. The phone rang, and she looked at the small caller ID screen. Sure enough it said "West, Alexander" Lara answered it, "What?" she snapped. "Lara, finally, I really need to talk to you." Alex's voice was yearning. "You have two minutes," Lara said dully. "I'm going to need more than that.." Alex was cut off. "One minute fifty-six.fifty five.fifty four," Lara began to count down. "Ok, ok, well you got wasted.and I as taking you home," Alex, explained. "And instead you took me to your place!" Lara mocked. " No you asked me to! Anyway I had the couch set up so I could sleep on it, and you were all over me!" Alex sighed. "My British ass! I hate you or have you forgotten!" Lara couldn't believe what Alex was saying. "Then why did you continue to ask me to sleep with you? fucking twice...but I didn't because I, I."Alex was cut off. "Times up!!!!" Lara hung up, throwing the phone into the pool. "God damn you Alex! I hate you!" Lara yelled at herself, so loud that Bryce hid behind his desk. "Bryce! Where are you!" Lara stormed into the manor. Bryce gulped and stumbled out to meet her. "Yeah?" he said sheepishly, there were guns too close by for comfort. "Get S.I.M.O.N ready!" Lara strapped on her gun holsters and braided her hair.