Second Chances – Part 8 [Lane, our savior]
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Bliss.
Was that was she was feeling at that very moment? If it was, it didn't last. Rory opened her eyes, meeting his closed ones. Their lips were still locked in the heated kiss, and she fought with herself to pull away from him. The kiss was broken and both were left gasping for breath. His breathing was hoarse and husky, his lips slightly swollen and red. His eyes bore into hers, and his hands still wrapped around her petite waist.
Faster then he could say Rory Gilmore, an unfamiliar stinging feeling came to his left cheek. He staggered back, cupping his cheek. He looked at the fuming brunette; suddenly a feeling of dread entered the pit of his stomach.
"Look, I'm sorry," he whispered.
Rory's hands shook, not quite believing that she, Rory Gilmore had just slapped someone. "Not forgiven."
"Alright," he licked his lips, rubbing his throbbing cheek "I… couldn't help it."
"Tell me why you couldn't… help it?" she questioned, crossing her arms.
"Your just so beautiful Mare."
Her reaction was unexpected. He staggered once again, the throbbing pain reappearing on the same cheek. He waited until the pain ceased and looked at Rory, frowning silently. Whatever I do for this woman… anything… all I get is a damn throbbing cheek
She watched as her arms hugged her shaking body, her eyes following his masculine form as he retreated into the awaiting elevator. Without one look, he entered the opened compartment. Sighing, her blue eyes dampened as she listened to the door creak open behind her.
"Oh Ror, are you alright?" a voice whispered behind her.
Rory nodded numbly.
"What happened?"
"Nothing," she mumbled, blowing strands of her hair from her face. She inhaled and exhaled slowly to keep the tears from falling.
"What are you afraid of?" Lane asked suddenly.
Rory was confused "I'm not afraid of anything," she defended loosely.
"I think you are."
"No… I'm not."
"Tristan is a grown man, his father can't do anything anymore."
"I know that," Rory replied.
"And he's not going to leave you again."
"Shut up," Rory muttered, making her way in the tiny apartment.
The Asian woman followed her, smiling cheekily. This is going to be way too easy.
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Tristan rolled his eyes, holding the phone up to his ear with his shoulder while stirring his hot lemon tea. He yawned as he listened to his clients constant bickering.
"Tristan? Man, are you even listening to me?" the voice on the other line hissed.
"Yes, continue Mr. Mariano," Tristan replied, knowing the term 'Mr. Mariano' aggravated him to no end.
"How are you a lawyer? You're so damn dense."
"Just because you asked oh no nicely," he said dryly "You have nothing to worry about. We're working hard on the case and we got this."
"You? Working hard on my case? Last I heard, you're too damn busy pursuing my cousin to even care about my damn case."
"How does fifteen years in prison sound to you?"
"And I'm paying you all this fucking money because…"
"I'm one of the best this occupation has to offer," Tristan answered smugly.
"A cocky lawyer, how surprising." Jess rolled his eyes.
"Confident is more like it, Mr. Mariano."
"Fuck you."
"I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Mariano."
"Yeah yeah."
Tristan put the phone down, rubbing his temples gently. Damn migraine. Exhaling loudly, he made his way to the large windows, looking out to the large busy city. Scratching his spiked hair, his mind wandered from the Mariano case to a certain brunette. Grinding his teeth in frustration, he chose to ignore the visitor standing by the opened door.
"Uh hummm…"
Tristan fought the urge to roll his eyes, probably another dumb secretary asking for a date. Tristan turned around, his eyes widened in shock but he recovered quickly. He nodded his greeting, retreating back to his desk. He sat, rather slowly, onto his large leather chair; leaning back he looked at the woman expectantly.
"Why hello there," he smirked.
She resisted the urge to faint, ignoring his sexy smirk. She held her purse tighter and coughed "Hello," she replied.
"What brings you here?" he quirked an eyebrow, silently amused.
"I was just in the neighborhood… I felt like seeing you"
"Don't I feel special," he took a drink of his tea.
"You should," she took a seat in front of him.
"Well…?"
"How is Jess' case doing?"
"Pretty well, we're fairly confident," he replied.
"How well?"
"Pretty well," he replied.
"So well that it wouldn't hurt that one of his two lawyers take a leave of absence for about a week?"
He grinned, "What do you have in mind?"
The woman shrugged, and then grinned back. "What makes you think I have something in my mind? I just asked a simple question."
"To answer your question, maybe."
"Maybe? What kind of answer is that?"
"It's an answer, now continue before I lose my interest. Why are you really here?"
She leaned back against the comfy chair, grinning mischievously. "To help you get back Rory Gilmore of course."
"Ah Lane Kim, now I'm listening."
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Hello to my fellow trory worshippers! How are you all? I'm awfully sorry for my tardiness. Writers block really, really sucks. But I'm over it now… I'm going to have a lot of fun writing the next few chapters. * grins innocently *
Review lovelies for it is greatly appreciated.
Trory action will come soon. Be patient.
Cheers!
- RockerFreak