-Thanks for the encouraging reviews... and I truly apologize for not updating sooner. But, not only was I lacking time, but I had a huge writer's block. Nevertheless, I'm back... so enjoy...
Evening Drinks and Memories
Chapter 7
After Hilary and I spent the night dancing, she left and I was drawn to drinking, reminiscing of past regrets. And so, when I woke up the this morning, it wasn't a surprise that I woke up with a minor hangover. I had to ignore it, though, because everyone was scheduled to meet at the Lizzie set to start the shoot. Taking a quick bath and a cup full of coffee, I headed out.
As parked my car, I walked towards the studio's entrance only to be met face to face with none other than Frankie. "Hey, Adam," he called out. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Groaning inside, I reluctantly mumbled, "Sure, Frankie."
He led me towards the side of the studio, moving quite suspiciously. "Look, I don't want to start hating you or anything," he began. "So just tell me the truth... what's the deal with you and Hilary? Are you guys having an affair?"
"What?!" The guy totally got me off guard.
"You heard me... are you and Hilary having an affair," Frankie asked again, more threateningly.
Granted, I loved his fiancé. But, the truth is I would never force Hilary to do such a thing... and she'd never betray him, she just wouldn't do that in any relationship. Hilary was too loyal. "Look, Frankie, I don't know what you've heard... but the truth is you have a great woman for a fiancé and you should know better than to think she'd ever cheat on you," I was seething as I attempted to hold my composure. "And, you don't have to worry about me... All I care about is her happiness, and for whatever reason she's happy being with you... and that's why I wouldn't do anything to mess that up. So back off!"
"Don't try to act like the good buddy... don't forget, you're the one who's been known to cheat," he remarked snidely. "You're just about capable of-"
"I wouldn't continue with the insults if I were you... especially when I'm capable of anything." Bastard! That was a low blow... true or not, he had no right! I can't believe Hilary would tell him the problems we had.
"Just don't let me hear that you've been hanging with Hilary late at night, again," he threatened as he walked away and headed inside.
So that was it... he was angry at the fact that Hilary spent a long night over at my apartment. Frankie was jealous... that was a first. He had never displayed any sort of envy towards me even though he knew Hilary and I were close. Maybe there was finally a reason to be jealous. Whatever it was, I couldn't think about it now... I had to concentrate on the shoot and Jake's case.
"Lamberg! Glad to see you finally graced us with your presence." Lalaine hurriedly threw herself on me, hugging me tightly.
"Whoa... control your hormones and let me get a breather," I said as I gingerly pulled myself out of her embrace. "By the way, what was the for?"
"Oh nothing," she smiled. "I've just missed you. I feel like I haven't been there for you, especially after... you know... the engagement."
"Don't worry... I'm dealing with it," I lied... I was nowhere near dealing with it, but I just didn't need any smothering at this point. "I'm fine and over it."
"Yeah, but are you over HER," she asked, wisely knowing what buttons to push to get me talking.
It wasn't going to work, though. "Definitely."
"Really," she questioned as she wrapped her arms around my neck and looked intently into my eyes. "Well then... if that's the case, you wouldn't mind going to Club Ballistic with me tonight... would you?"
"I wouldn't," I replied, losing my edge of confidence since I had no idea where this was really leading to. "I wouldn't mind going with you, but I have a lot of things to take care of tonight."
"You're not over her," Lalaine released her arms. "I knew it."
"No... I am, but," I stuttered as she looked at me with puppy eyes. "Fine... I'll go with you."
"Now I'm convinced," she smirked victoriously. "I'm so happy I didn't have to beg."
"Alright, alright... get over it. I'll pick you up at nine."
"It's a date," she squealed.
"What's a date," asked Hilary who was wandering in back of me.
I turned around quickly, looking a paralyzed deer on the street. "Umm," I swallowed nervously.
"Oh, Adam and I are going out tonight to Ballistic," Lalaine answered nonchalantly.
It was obvious Hilary was taken aback, but her eyes seemed to be glinting a bit of jealousy. It was difficult to tell when she just stood there with an expressionless stare. Her beautiful blue eyes gazed deeply into mine, showing me nothing but mere azure stones. She was fighting back emotions... which? I had no idea.
"That's great," she stammered. "In fact, that sounds like an awesome idea. So why don't we do a double date? Frankie has been wanting to go there for some time now."
"I... I don't think that would be-"
"I agree, Adam," Lalaine interrupted. I turned to her, thanking her mentally before she completely surprised when she added, "I don't think that would be any problem, Hilary. A double date is a great idea... we'll see you guys at nine."
And with that, both of them left me there... each with some hidden agenda. This night was certainly going to be interesting, and there was no way I could get out of it. Jake's case would have to wait until after tomorrow.
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"Lamberg," Lalaine greeted me. "You didn't have to get out of the car."
"That's what date's do, remember," I mocked her as we opened my car door for her. "Since, apparently, you bequeathed the date-label on me, I have no choice but to be a perfect gentleman."
"Good... 'cause I just hate your usual self," she laughed. "By the way, you look great. Armani suit?"
"Thank you, and yes, Armani. I aim to please," I smiled, feigning arrogance. "And you, darlin', look absolutely gorgeous."
"Why, thank you... Like you, I aim at to please as well... only I actually go for the kill," she smirked devilishly.
"Oooh, well, I guess I better watch out." Was she kidding me, or was she actually trying to be a flirtatious tease? This certainly wasn't the usual Lalaine, but I really didn't mind it... perhaps she could be a good distraction from Hilary and Frankie who would no doubt be all over each other.
As we finally arrived at Ballistic, I noticed that Frankie and Hilary weren't there yet; neither of their cars were in the vicinity. That was to be expected, though... Hilary always loved to arrive "fashionably late" as she called it. So we headed inside to claim our VIP table. We sat there for five minutes before Lalaine asked me to dance. Seeing that Hilary wasn't going to be there for another fifteen minutes, I accepted.
Lalaine was like a wild fire, dancing as I've never seen her before. She seductively moved, rubbing her body teasingly over mine as she embraced the sensual music encompassing our inhibitions. It was terribly appealing, yet an all too peculiar behavior. Laline certainly wasn't being herself, but why?
"Hey Lalaine," I yelled over the noise. "How 'bout we quit for awhile and get a drink at the bar?"
"Sure," she said anxiously as she rushed over to the bar.
We sat down and ordered our drinks. While we waited for them, I initiated my interrogation. "You know Lalaine, there's something different about you tonight. But, I can't seem to place it... care to help me out?"
"My make-up is different," she answered.
"No, that's not it. Besides, I was referring more to your behavior."
"What do you mean, Lamberg?"
"Your acting a little unusual... you seem wilder, I guess."
"Wilder? No, I'm just feeling good because I'm finally appreciating a friend's company." Lalaine slowly closed in our distance with a sexy smile on her face. "I finally realized what Hilary saw in you," she whispered.
Before I could even reply, she pressed her lips against mine... completely catching me by surprise. I had no choice but to respond as she forcefully deepened the kiss. Even though it wasn't a bad kiss, I wasn't attracted to Lalaine which is why I didn't feel any sparks. So I pulled away before it could go further... I just couldn't lead her on.
As I broke off from her lips, I noticed Hilary from far off, looking at us. She had seen us, and seemed to be paralyzed by the intimacy I had just shared with Lalaine. She stared at me, while all I felt was shame. Her eyes seemed to plead with me, bathe themselves in pain... or perhaps it was just my imagination?
TBC....
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Sorry to leave you at a cliffhanger, but not to worry I plan to update this fic soon. My writer's block is gone, my muse is in, and I'm prepared to write more;)
Now, feel free to review, compliment, advise, criticize, anything you wish... it all keeps me going;)
Evening Drinks and Memories
Chapter 7
After Hilary and I spent the night dancing, she left and I was drawn to drinking, reminiscing of past regrets. And so, when I woke up the this morning, it wasn't a surprise that I woke up with a minor hangover. I had to ignore it, though, because everyone was scheduled to meet at the Lizzie set to start the shoot. Taking a quick bath and a cup full of coffee, I headed out.
As parked my car, I walked towards the studio's entrance only to be met face to face with none other than Frankie. "Hey, Adam," he called out. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Groaning inside, I reluctantly mumbled, "Sure, Frankie."
He led me towards the side of the studio, moving quite suspiciously. "Look, I don't want to start hating you or anything," he began. "So just tell me the truth... what's the deal with you and Hilary? Are you guys having an affair?"
"What?!" The guy totally got me off guard.
"You heard me... are you and Hilary having an affair," Frankie asked again, more threateningly.
Granted, I loved his fiancé. But, the truth is I would never force Hilary to do such a thing... and she'd never betray him, she just wouldn't do that in any relationship. Hilary was too loyal. "Look, Frankie, I don't know what you've heard... but the truth is you have a great woman for a fiancé and you should know better than to think she'd ever cheat on you," I was seething as I attempted to hold my composure. "And, you don't have to worry about me... All I care about is her happiness, and for whatever reason she's happy being with you... and that's why I wouldn't do anything to mess that up. So back off!"
"Don't try to act like the good buddy... don't forget, you're the one who's been known to cheat," he remarked snidely. "You're just about capable of-"
"I wouldn't continue with the insults if I were you... especially when I'm capable of anything." Bastard! That was a low blow... true or not, he had no right! I can't believe Hilary would tell him the problems we had.
"Just don't let me hear that you've been hanging with Hilary late at night, again," he threatened as he walked away and headed inside.
So that was it... he was angry at the fact that Hilary spent a long night over at my apartment. Frankie was jealous... that was a first. He had never displayed any sort of envy towards me even though he knew Hilary and I were close. Maybe there was finally a reason to be jealous. Whatever it was, I couldn't think about it now... I had to concentrate on the shoot and Jake's case.
"Lamberg! Glad to see you finally graced us with your presence." Lalaine hurriedly threw herself on me, hugging me tightly.
"Whoa... control your hormones and let me get a breather," I said as I gingerly pulled myself out of her embrace. "By the way, what was the for?"
"Oh nothing," she smiled. "I've just missed you. I feel like I haven't been there for you, especially after... you know... the engagement."
"Don't worry... I'm dealing with it," I lied... I was nowhere near dealing with it, but I just didn't need any smothering at this point. "I'm fine and over it."
"Yeah, but are you over HER," she asked, wisely knowing what buttons to push to get me talking.
It wasn't going to work, though. "Definitely."
"Really," she questioned as she wrapped her arms around my neck and looked intently into my eyes. "Well then... if that's the case, you wouldn't mind going to Club Ballistic with me tonight... would you?"
"I wouldn't," I replied, losing my edge of confidence since I had no idea where this was really leading to. "I wouldn't mind going with you, but I have a lot of things to take care of tonight."
"You're not over her," Lalaine released her arms. "I knew it."
"No... I am, but," I stuttered as she looked at me with puppy eyes. "Fine... I'll go with you."
"Now I'm convinced," she smirked victoriously. "I'm so happy I didn't have to beg."
"Alright, alright... get over it. I'll pick you up at nine."
"It's a date," she squealed.
"What's a date," asked Hilary who was wandering in back of me.
I turned around quickly, looking a paralyzed deer on the street. "Umm," I swallowed nervously.
"Oh, Adam and I are going out tonight to Ballistic," Lalaine answered nonchalantly.
It was obvious Hilary was taken aback, but her eyes seemed to be glinting a bit of jealousy. It was difficult to tell when she just stood there with an expressionless stare. Her beautiful blue eyes gazed deeply into mine, showing me nothing but mere azure stones. She was fighting back emotions... which? I had no idea.
"That's great," she stammered. "In fact, that sounds like an awesome idea. So why don't we do a double date? Frankie has been wanting to go there for some time now."
"I... I don't think that would be-"
"I agree, Adam," Lalaine interrupted. I turned to her, thanking her mentally before she completely surprised when she added, "I don't think that would be any problem, Hilary. A double date is a great idea... we'll see you guys at nine."
And with that, both of them left me there... each with some hidden agenda. This night was certainly going to be interesting, and there was no way I could get out of it. Jake's case would have to wait until after tomorrow.
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"Lamberg," Lalaine greeted me. "You didn't have to get out of the car."
"That's what date's do, remember," I mocked her as we opened my car door for her. "Since, apparently, you bequeathed the date-label on me, I have no choice but to be a perfect gentleman."
"Good... 'cause I just hate your usual self," she laughed. "By the way, you look great. Armani suit?"
"Thank you, and yes, Armani. I aim to please," I smiled, feigning arrogance. "And you, darlin', look absolutely gorgeous."
"Why, thank you... Like you, I aim at to please as well... only I actually go for the kill," she smirked devilishly.
"Oooh, well, I guess I better watch out." Was she kidding me, or was she actually trying to be a flirtatious tease? This certainly wasn't the usual Lalaine, but I really didn't mind it... perhaps she could be a good distraction from Hilary and Frankie who would no doubt be all over each other.
As we finally arrived at Ballistic, I noticed that Frankie and Hilary weren't there yet; neither of their cars were in the vicinity. That was to be expected, though... Hilary always loved to arrive "fashionably late" as she called it. So we headed inside to claim our VIP table. We sat there for five minutes before Lalaine asked me to dance. Seeing that Hilary wasn't going to be there for another fifteen minutes, I accepted.
Lalaine was like a wild fire, dancing as I've never seen her before. She seductively moved, rubbing her body teasingly over mine as she embraced the sensual music encompassing our inhibitions. It was terribly appealing, yet an all too peculiar behavior. Laline certainly wasn't being herself, but why?
"Hey Lalaine," I yelled over the noise. "How 'bout we quit for awhile and get a drink at the bar?"
"Sure," she said anxiously as she rushed over to the bar.
We sat down and ordered our drinks. While we waited for them, I initiated my interrogation. "You know Lalaine, there's something different about you tonight. But, I can't seem to place it... care to help me out?"
"My make-up is different," she answered.
"No, that's not it. Besides, I was referring more to your behavior."
"What do you mean, Lamberg?"
"Your acting a little unusual... you seem wilder, I guess."
"Wilder? No, I'm just feeling good because I'm finally appreciating a friend's company." Lalaine slowly closed in our distance with a sexy smile on her face. "I finally realized what Hilary saw in you," she whispered.
Before I could even reply, she pressed her lips against mine... completely catching me by surprise. I had no choice but to respond as she forcefully deepened the kiss. Even though it wasn't a bad kiss, I wasn't attracted to Lalaine which is why I didn't feel any sparks. So I pulled away before it could go further... I just couldn't lead her on.
As I broke off from her lips, I noticed Hilary from far off, looking at us. She had seen us, and seemed to be paralyzed by the intimacy I had just shared with Lalaine. She stared at me, while all I felt was shame. Her eyes seemed to plead with me, bathe themselves in pain... or perhaps it was just my imagination?
TBC....
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Sorry to leave you at a cliffhanger, but not to worry I plan to update this fic soon. My writer's block is gone, my muse is in, and I'm prepared to write more;)
Now, feel free to review, compliment, advise, criticize, anything you wish... it all keeps me going;)