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Be forewarned: You don't have to think too much when reading this fic! Isn't that great? LOL
The Chocolate Touch
A/U Fic. Chloe and Brady have only met once briefly but don't really recall really meeting each other. But Chloe has seen many pictures of Brady, having been best friends with Belle since senior year of HS and being engaged to Brady's uncle Philip. Brady lives in New York and runs the New York branch of Basic Black but was called back by John to run the main offices in Salem. Chloe owns a candy shop named "The Sweet Bar." She has lived in Salem since she was 18 years old and her mother Nancy Wesley found her and brought her here. It took time but now she gets along fine with Nancy and Craig.
Chapter 1:
Sick of the continual stops and starts of the busy elevators, Chloe Lane exited and jogged excitedly up the stairs of the Titan Offices from floor 33 to 40. She reached floor forty in record time, but out of breath she clutched the door handle. After blowing out a few calming breaths, she opened to door of the stairwell and walked along the hallway that led to her fiancé's office. She hoped he wasn't in a meeting or something. She'd hate to interrupt him during work especially for something so silly as a detail about their wedding. She'd found a great caterer and wanted to tell him all about it. Her face crinkled in puzzlement, though, when she noticed his secretary Cynthia wasn't behind her desk like she usually was. "Strange," she murmured. Seeing the door to his office closed, she debated whether she should interrupt him or not. 'Oh what the hell,' she thought and was about to open the door when she heard muffled voices from coming from inside. Hmmm.well maybe 'voices' wasn't exactly the right word. They were more like moans. Chloe didn't think twice when she pushed open the door and got the shock of her life: her fiancé and his secretary were on his desk, naked and pounding into each other like she wasn't even in the room. "Oh G-d," she heard herself yell, causing Philip to jump off of Cynthia.
In no attempt to cover himself up, he made a move towards her. "Chloe, I can explain."
"Don't," she held up one a hand to stop him as the other covered her mouth, still in shock. "You son of a b*tch." The shock of the situation quickly dissipating as a red-hot anger flushed her cheeks. "You son of a b*tch! How could you---Why would you---" She couldn't find the words. Tears sprung up in her eyes and she had to blink a few times as they burned, having mixed with the heavy mascara she wore. But she wouldn't cry. Well, she wouldn't cry in front of him anyway. She wouldn't allow him to see that. So she ran. Completely distraught, she could vaguely hear Philip try and call her back as she waited for an elevator to open up.
"Chloe," he ran out into the hallway as he tried to pull up his briefs just as the elevator doors opened.
Chloe stepped into the full elevator, ignoring all the shocked gasps and snickers directed at her and her fiancé, their half naked boss: Philip Kiriakis.
"Chloe, wait. Let me explain." Suddenly aware of his state of undress, he decided against entering the elevator and having this out with her. "Chloe, I love you. Please come back inside the office and we'll talk about this reasonably." He kept his finger on the elevator button to keep it from closing. "She means nothing to me."
She pushed passed him and ran to the stairwell, running blindly down the steps, ignoring his desperate calls for her to wait.
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Meanwhile.
Brady Black stepped into the terminal at Salem International Airport and headed for the rent-a-car station. He'd had an absolutely horrible morning. His head was pounding. And his throat was raw from having spent most of the plane ride throwing up in the restroom. Okay, okay so it was due to the insane amount of alcohol he'd consumed last night at a farewell party thrown for him right in the heart of New York City. That's right. He was suffering from the most intense hangover of his life.well almost the most intense but more about that later.
He'd had cause to get plastered last night though. He was leaving New York City for Salem, leaving the city that never sleeps for the city that was never awake. All this because his father was taking a long needed vacation and was planning on cutting his time back at running Basic Black's Salem office anyway. John only felt comfortable with Brady running the main office and so had had him transferred from running the branch in New York to maintaining the Salem office for him. Brady was pissed, to say that least. I mean what was here for him in Salem anyway? Sure his family was here but they were all close and married and happy and well Brady just. wasn't. He thought he might be once. Three years ago, he'd been engaged to his college sweetheart: Patricia. They'd spent all of their time together, been in love, been happy. Or at least he thought so until one morning he'd come back to New York after paying a little visit to his family in Salem. There she was: in his apartment, in his bed, with his best friend Mike. That was it for him. Love was a crock. It didn't exist. After getting completely shit-faced drunk and suffering through the most intense hangover of his life he'd surrounded himself with beautiful women and played the part of the happy-go-lucky bachelor. Though, inside, he wasn't happy, believed he never would be. And that was that.
"What do you mean it's declined?" Behind dark sunglasses, Brady stared at the rent-a-car attendant as if he was growing a third eye.
"Well, sir, I tried it twice and it says declined, maxed out. Do you have another card?"
"No, I don't have another card."
"Well I.sir I," the flustered, effeminate man behind the counter shrugged.
"Hold on," Brady blew out a frustrated breath. He turned to look for his money and a card in his carryon luggage, and it wasn't there. "Oh great," he gritted out sarcastically. Six years he'd lived in New York, six years, and not once had he been pick-pocketed. And here it took one trip to Salem and someone had managed to swipe his carryon bag.
Ten minutes later, he was driving along the Salem streets in his rent-a- car. He'd had to call his father for a little help. He really hated doing that. So he'd declined John's offer for a limo and told him that he would pay him back for the rental car when he got settled.
The rain pounded furiously making it difficult to see much of anything. He had to find Belle's house, which wasn't easy seeing as he had never been to her new home that she shared with her husband, Shawn Brady. 'This is ridiculous,' he thought, as he had to pull out a map of Salem. He'd been able to find his way around Manhattan with a blindfold on and now he couldn't even find his way around Salem, the town he'd grown up in. "Dammit," he bit out as he realized he'd taken a wrong turn.
Meanwhile, Chloe drove in the direction of her best friend Belle's new house. Tears streaming down her cheeks and hiccupping sobs sporadically erupting from her throat, she blindly reached for a tissue in her glove compartment. "Oh, Philip, how could you do this to us," she cried.
If either Brady or Chloe had been in their right mind, if Brady had not been suffering from a hangover, if Chloe had not been hysterical with tears, if there hadn't been a blinding rain obscuring their vision, then they would have been able to prevent what happened next.
"Oh, sh*t," Brady swore as he realized their cars were going to hit and there was no stopping it now.
CRUNCH.
Be forewarned: You don't have to think too much when reading this fic! Isn't that great? LOL
The Chocolate Touch
A/U Fic. Chloe and Brady have only met once briefly but don't really recall really meeting each other. But Chloe has seen many pictures of Brady, having been best friends with Belle since senior year of HS and being engaged to Brady's uncle Philip. Brady lives in New York and runs the New York branch of Basic Black but was called back by John to run the main offices in Salem. Chloe owns a candy shop named "The Sweet Bar." She has lived in Salem since she was 18 years old and her mother Nancy Wesley found her and brought her here. It took time but now she gets along fine with Nancy and Craig.
Chapter 1:
Sick of the continual stops and starts of the busy elevators, Chloe Lane exited and jogged excitedly up the stairs of the Titan Offices from floor 33 to 40. She reached floor forty in record time, but out of breath she clutched the door handle. After blowing out a few calming breaths, she opened to door of the stairwell and walked along the hallway that led to her fiancé's office. She hoped he wasn't in a meeting or something. She'd hate to interrupt him during work especially for something so silly as a detail about their wedding. She'd found a great caterer and wanted to tell him all about it. Her face crinkled in puzzlement, though, when she noticed his secretary Cynthia wasn't behind her desk like she usually was. "Strange," she murmured. Seeing the door to his office closed, she debated whether she should interrupt him or not. 'Oh what the hell,' she thought and was about to open the door when she heard muffled voices from coming from inside. Hmmm.well maybe 'voices' wasn't exactly the right word. They were more like moans. Chloe didn't think twice when she pushed open the door and got the shock of her life: her fiancé and his secretary were on his desk, naked and pounding into each other like she wasn't even in the room. "Oh G-d," she heard herself yell, causing Philip to jump off of Cynthia.
In no attempt to cover himself up, he made a move towards her. "Chloe, I can explain."
"Don't," she held up one a hand to stop him as the other covered her mouth, still in shock. "You son of a b*tch." The shock of the situation quickly dissipating as a red-hot anger flushed her cheeks. "You son of a b*tch! How could you---Why would you---" She couldn't find the words. Tears sprung up in her eyes and she had to blink a few times as they burned, having mixed with the heavy mascara she wore. But she wouldn't cry. Well, she wouldn't cry in front of him anyway. She wouldn't allow him to see that. So she ran. Completely distraught, she could vaguely hear Philip try and call her back as she waited for an elevator to open up.
"Chloe," he ran out into the hallway as he tried to pull up his briefs just as the elevator doors opened.
Chloe stepped into the full elevator, ignoring all the shocked gasps and snickers directed at her and her fiancé, their half naked boss: Philip Kiriakis.
"Chloe, wait. Let me explain." Suddenly aware of his state of undress, he decided against entering the elevator and having this out with her. "Chloe, I love you. Please come back inside the office and we'll talk about this reasonably." He kept his finger on the elevator button to keep it from closing. "She means nothing to me."
She pushed passed him and ran to the stairwell, running blindly down the steps, ignoring his desperate calls for her to wait.
*****************
Meanwhile.
Brady Black stepped into the terminal at Salem International Airport and headed for the rent-a-car station. He'd had an absolutely horrible morning. His head was pounding. And his throat was raw from having spent most of the plane ride throwing up in the restroom. Okay, okay so it was due to the insane amount of alcohol he'd consumed last night at a farewell party thrown for him right in the heart of New York City. That's right. He was suffering from the most intense hangover of his life.well almost the most intense but more about that later.
He'd had cause to get plastered last night though. He was leaving New York City for Salem, leaving the city that never sleeps for the city that was never awake. All this because his father was taking a long needed vacation and was planning on cutting his time back at running Basic Black's Salem office anyway. John only felt comfortable with Brady running the main office and so had had him transferred from running the branch in New York to maintaining the Salem office for him. Brady was pissed, to say that least. I mean what was here for him in Salem anyway? Sure his family was here but they were all close and married and happy and well Brady just. wasn't. He thought he might be once. Three years ago, he'd been engaged to his college sweetheart: Patricia. They'd spent all of their time together, been in love, been happy. Or at least he thought so until one morning he'd come back to New York after paying a little visit to his family in Salem. There she was: in his apartment, in his bed, with his best friend Mike. That was it for him. Love was a crock. It didn't exist. After getting completely shit-faced drunk and suffering through the most intense hangover of his life he'd surrounded himself with beautiful women and played the part of the happy-go-lucky bachelor. Though, inside, he wasn't happy, believed he never would be. And that was that.
"What do you mean it's declined?" Behind dark sunglasses, Brady stared at the rent-a-car attendant as if he was growing a third eye.
"Well, sir, I tried it twice and it says declined, maxed out. Do you have another card?"
"No, I don't have another card."
"Well I.sir I," the flustered, effeminate man behind the counter shrugged.
"Hold on," Brady blew out a frustrated breath. He turned to look for his money and a card in his carryon luggage, and it wasn't there. "Oh great," he gritted out sarcastically. Six years he'd lived in New York, six years, and not once had he been pick-pocketed. And here it took one trip to Salem and someone had managed to swipe his carryon bag.
Ten minutes later, he was driving along the Salem streets in his rent-a- car. He'd had to call his father for a little help. He really hated doing that. So he'd declined John's offer for a limo and told him that he would pay him back for the rental car when he got settled.
The rain pounded furiously making it difficult to see much of anything. He had to find Belle's house, which wasn't easy seeing as he had never been to her new home that she shared with her husband, Shawn Brady. 'This is ridiculous,' he thought, as he had to pull out a map of Salem. He'd been able to find his way around Manhattan with a blindfold on and now he couldn't even find his way around Salem, the town he'd grown up in. "Dammit," he bit out as he realized he'd taken a wrong turn.
Meanwhile, Chloe drove in the direction of her best friend Belle's new house. Tears streaming down her cheeks and hiccupping sobs sporadically erupting from her throat, she blindly reached for a tissue in her glove compartment. "Oh, Philip, how could you do this to us," she cried.
If either Brady or Chloe had been in their right mind, if Brady had not been suffering from a hangover, if Chloe had not been hysterical with tears, if there hadn't been a blinding rain obscuring their vision, then they would have been able to prevent what happened next.
"Oh, sh*t," Brady swore as he realized their cars were going to hit and there was no stopping it now.
CRUNCH.