CH.6
( A Week Later )
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"Mmmm...Fox don't you think you should get that?" Theresa asked as she kissed the nape of Fox's neck.
The two were snuggled together on the couch in front of an old romance movie that neither was really paying attention to.
"Um no not really." Fox giggled as he kissed her back. "I'll let my machine get it. Besides, this is way more fun.
"Foooox!" Theresa laughed as he kissed different places on her neck. "You should at least check who called."
"Urrrgghh!" Fox reluctantly tore away from Theresa's delicate lips, and checked the call display on his phone. "It's just Dylan. Now where was I?"
"You know Fox, you haven't really been spending much time with Dylan. Not that I mind. But don't you think he's going to get upset with you?" Theresa pulled away from Fox to get an answer.
"Sweetheart, Dylan's a big boy, and besides I told him that you and I would be spending a lot of time together, so I'm sure he understands. We already went to two nightclubs together. It's not like I didn't keep my promise. Now would you stop pulling away so I could kiss you please?" Theresa laughed as Fox gently pulled her face to his, sealing her lips with a perfect kiss.
"Arghhhhh!" Dylan yelled out in frustration. "This has been the third time I've called Fox and gotten his answering machine! I bet you he's with that Theresa. Damn her!!!"
Dylan jumped up from the couch and helped himself to a glass of wine.
"All he ever does is hang around that Theresa." He spat, tightening his grip around the expensive glass. "I mean I know Fox said they'd be spending time together, but this is outrageous! I'm supposed to be his best friend! Before she came along I was the only close friend he had!
Dylan threw the glass across the room in rage. He picked up a nearby photo of Fox and Theresa.
"Fox, you better change your ways, or this beautiful thing you've started won't be so beautiful any longer. No one plays Dylan Bettencourt for a fool. No one!! Not even you."
Throwing the picture on the ground, Dylan watched as the shattered pieces framed the happy couple's face.
"You will regret this Fox. I swear it!"
( A Week Later )
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"Mmmm...Fox don't you think you should get that?" Theresa asked as she kissed the nape of Fox's neck.
The two were snuggled together on the couch in front of an old romance movie that neither was really paying attention to.
"Um no not really." Fox giggled as he kissed her back. "I'll let my machine get it. Besides, this is way more fun.
"Foooox!" Theresa laughed as he kissed different places on her neck. "You should at least check who called."
"Urrrgghh!" Fox reluctantly tore away from Theresa's delicate lips, and checked the call display on his phone. "It's just Dylan. Now where was I?"
"You know Fox, you haven't really been spending much time with Dylan. Not that I mind. But don't you think he's going to get upset with you?" Theresa pulled away from Fox to get an answer.
"Sweetheart, Dylan's a big boy, and besides I told him that you and I would be spending a lot of time together, so I'm sure he understands. We already went to two nightclubs together. It's not like I didn't keep my promise. Now would you stop pulling away so I could kiss you please?" Theresa laughed as Fox gently pulled her face to his, sealing her lips with a perfect kiss.
"Arghhhhh!" Dylan yelled out in frustration. "This has been the third time I've called Fox and gotten his answering machine! I bet you he's with that Theresa. Damn her!!!"
Dylan jumped up from the couch and helped himself to a glass of wine.
"All he ever does is hang around that Theresa." He spat, tightening his grip around the expensive glass. "I mean I know Fox said they'd be spending time together, but this is outrageous! I'm supposed to be his best friend! Before she came along I was the only close friend he had!
Dylan threw the glass across the room in rage. He picked up a nearby photo of Fox and Theresa.
"Fox, you better change your ways, or this beautiful thing you've started won't be so beautiful any longer. No one plays Dylan Bettencourt for a fool. No one!! Not even you."
Throwing the picture on the ground, Dylan watched as the shattered pieces framed the happy couple's face.
"You will regret this Fox. I swear it!"