Authors Note:
Hi guys, I finally finished it. I'm sorry it took so long but this was a hard chapter to write. I wanted it to a certain way and I think I achieved it. I hope you like it. Anyway I want to thank four people who help me with this chapter, by being my betas and my muse. As all ways Kitty Cat aka Cathy, because she is being such a good sport about giving up her Kate Spade and because well lets just say she could teach Haley a thing or two. Cherry, Jackie, and Amanda for betaing it for me. I also want to address a few things, first thanks to everyone who reviews this story as well as a woman's worth. I know you guys wish I could update everyday but if I did I don't think it would be as good as some of the chapters are. This chapter was finished about a week ago and the only reason I didn't post it was because I felt that something wasn't right. Then it came to me this morning, while I was watching Walk the line.(awesome movie by the way) Ideas and storylines take time to process. You'll notice that just like in a woman's worth the characters aren't the same like on the show. They have some similar qualities but that's it, that's why it takes me so long to update. I not only have to develop the story but the characters as well. I could write them like on the show, but to me that's stealing. I wouldn't be proud of my stories if I did that because they wouldn't be mine, they would be Mark Shwann with some of my ideas thrown in the mix, and I wouldn't be as satisfied as I am with them now.
Now with that being said I know that many of you are wondering if I'm going to stop posting on and I have finally made a decision on that. I have decided to leave it on and AWW too but the updates will be posted a day or two early on my board. Which leads me to the next order of business I'm sorry but I had a small computer problem and I lost tons of peoples request to email them an invites to the board. I'm so sorry. So send me an email with your email address and I will send you an invite ASAP. The board is amazing. It has 300 members and the stories on there are so good. As well as the discussion threads, spoilers, and everything else. The people who make videos, banners, and avies are geniuses I wish you guys could see the banners that Mary made me for both my stories WOW…. So that's it… AWW is up next. I know I left a cliffhanger but I promise you all will be explain. So enjoy Unbreakable and enjoy Haley who was a blast to write and I promise the next chapter wont take too long. And leave me a review …btw if I hit 100 reviews with this chapter I will be so happy that I might post AWW before the next episode of OTH….LOL and yes that is a hint…..
Chapter 3
Just another Boring Saturday Night in Haley's James life.
"Do you have any idea what've you done? Do you have any idea how many hours I have spent, just today, trying to calm down the record company and not to mention the movie studio? Did you forget our deal? I was going to fly down to New York next week, and the three of us were going to sit down and go over our strategy to avoid the nightmare of today. So what happen? I mean did I miss something? I mean Haley I am your publicist and Brooke how could you let her say those things on national television?"
Peyton waited for an answer on the other end of the line and when it didn't come she rolled her eyes and took a deep breath.
"So neither of you have anything to say? Well this is a great conference call. I don't believe this! Of all the irresponsible things that you two have ever done this one takes the cake. You're lucky I'm pregnant and I'm calm. Oh god I don't even want to think what tomorrow is going to be like. And on the Oprah show, you just had to do it on the Oprah show. Millions of people watch Oprah everyday."
"Oh god Peyton I swear the pregnancy is turning you into a drama queen. Go eat something maybe that will make you stop acting like such a bitch. Relax. Haley didn't do anything wrong. You're making it seem like she said she was retiring or quitting the business. All she said was that she was taking some time off. A much needed vacation. If I remember correctly you totally agreed on this when we discussed it a month ago. It was your suggestion that she take a few months off so I don't get ti why you're making such a big deal. How does this affect you anyway? This isn't about you Peyton, you're no longer in the lime light with the whole holy shit I'm pregnant. That ship has sailed. Its Haley turn.. Our conference calls no longer revolve around you Goldilocks."
"Brooke you bitch, I know what I said. And I can't believe you actually think I'm that shallow. Let's not forget the whole I slept with my married professor and his wife caught us emergency phone call, at 3:00 am and then we had to analyze it for months I stand 100 percent behind what I said. I'm not arguing about that. I'm bitching about the fact that you two actually HALEY announced her plans on the Oprah show. That's not the way we discussed it. Haley you have to understand the studio is in frenzy, and don't get me started on the label. The press is going insane, I've had thirty phone calls since Oprah aired about you and I quote quitting the business and entering rehab, or the whole pregnancy rumor, oh but the best one was you and Jake getting back together and you were quitting the business because it intimidates him. Ugh this is a nightmare, look I need to issue some sort of statement something that will calm down everyone. And please, please tell me you're still doing the press junket for A Farewell to arms. Please Haley remember I'm pregnant and stress isn't good for me."
"Oh for god sakes P. Sawyer do not use the pregnancy card again. Oh I swear I'm not sure I can survive 6 months of this. Leave Haley alone. For the last ten years she has done the music and movie thing non stop. Not to mention the tours and appearances. So she wants to take a break, let her take a break for god sake, and I don't get why it's such a big deal?"
"Brooke come on. I love Haley, and I do think she needs the time off but…"
"But nothing. Look Peyton stop it you're being a world class bitch."
"Fuck you Brooke I'm not taking it back…"
"I won't."
"I'll make you, pregnant or not. You're my best friend but I'll still slap you and you know it."
"Oh for god's sake you two quit it already. I'm right here, I can hear you both screeching. Ugh do you two ever stop. Now I'm taking some time off. It's not a big deal people do it all the time. Jake takes 4 months between projects. I'm taking a couple of weeks maybe two months. I need the break. Look guys I haven't been entirely honest with you two…"
Haley took a deep breath and she could hear Peyton do the same thing in the background. "I haven't been able to write a song."
"WHAT!" she heard both her friends scream in the background.
"Chill you two. It's not a big deal. Look I'm burnt out. It happens to everyone and well its happening to me. I haven't taken a break in years. The movie took a lot out of me. Not to mention the tour and now we have the press junket. I talk to Jake well he understands, he told me I needed a break and well I can't believe I'm saying this I think he's right. Look Peyton I understand where you're coming from. You've been my publicist for the last six years. You know me and Brooke you're my manger. You're both my oldest and dearest friends so you know that I don't do well with breaks. I hate not doing anything so if I'm taking time off you know it must be bad."
"Oh Haley!" Peyton answered.
"Peyton please don't get over emotional I can't handle it right now. Look tell the studio that I'm doing the press junket and I'll even be at the Paris premier of the Movie. Hell throw in the London one too, that will keep them quite. Tell them to continue sending me scripts, Ill read them all and when I find the right one I'll call them. As for the record company tell them I want to release an album of my favorite songs and greatest hits. I want it to coincide with our latest baby, remember to be vague about it, the announcement isn't till next month. I still have to figure out the figures... Brooke you handle that. Um oh and as for the press tell them the usual Haley James doesn't comment on her personal life but if she's pregnant you'll be the first to know."
"Haley!" both her friends said at the same time with a giggle.
"Peyton you know what to do. Now lets change the subject what are you two doing tonight it is after all Saturday night. Brooke."
"Well I have a date."
"YESSSSSSSS" Both Peyton and Haley said at the same time. "About time."
"Oh don't get too excited Riley and I are going to see Wicked."
"Oh!"
"Thanks a lot guys." Brooke answered. "P Sawyer what's your cute pregnant ass doing tonight? Massacring another lobster like last week?"
"Ha, ha. Trust me I don't get it I was never a big fan of shell fish but the baby loves it. Especially lobster."
"Baby Brooke has good taste."
"Brooke once more I'm not naming the baby after you."
"Whatever. Haley remind me to let the nurse know Peyton wants a drug free birth no matter what she's screaming."
Haley tried to hide the fact that she was laughing but both her friends heard her. "Haley."
"What? You're both hysterical. I swear I think I can write a zillion songs off you're conversations."
"Brooke loves me and I love her and we love you the three of us balance each other out. That's why we're such good friends. Now tonight I'm off to do damage control. I plan to lay in bed in my red silk pajamas. I have order take out and yes Brooke lobster with spicy cocktail sauce, and baked potatoes loaded with chili, cheese, and sour cream, orange soda, oh and for dessert six cupcakes from that little bakery in town. I plan to make a zillion phone calls, and answer another zillion emails."
"Damn Peyton, Carbs!" Both girls said at the same time.
"Brooke I'm pregnant. One of the biggest perks of being pregnant, being able to eat whatever you want and not worry about your weight."
"Okay keep telling yourself that as you stuff your face, and gain a million pounds. I want to see you after you have junior. You're ass on a treadmill and eating carrot sticks…"
"Fuck you Brooke don't make me blow up your fat picture, I've known you for a long time and I have them, lots of them, do you better be nice to me."
"I swear to god P. Sawyer I will…"
"Okay girls, I have to go. We'll talk tomorrow."
"Ignore her Haley. Don't get off the phone cause of her."
"Ugh, How are we friends? I can't believe you threaten me with my fat picture. Okay I'm ignoring you now. So Haley where are you going tonight?"
"Yeah Haley, where are you off too?"
"Not sure but it's getting late so goodnight girls we'll talk tomorrow."
"OH shit! Riley is going to kill me. Bye girls, even you P.Sawyer and I will be calling you later."
"Yeah I know you will. Bye the baby is starving and I have a major craving for some asparagus, with chili.. Bye bitches."
"Bye sluts." Brooke replied
"Bye whores" Haley followed.
Haley set her cell phone down on the table, sank back into the couch and closed her eyes. She had known Peyton and Brooke all her life. They were the closets of friends, they were more like sisters. They had been through everything together and talked everyday, no matter where they were. They knew everything about each other, that's why Haley felt so bad about lying to them. But she had no choice. She couldn't tell them what was going on, she wasn't even sure if anything was wrong. She knew if she told them she had no plans to leave her town house, they would start asking her a million questions. Haley wasn't the homebody type of girl. Every weekend she was out and about all over the city. It didn't matter where she was in the world if there was and event Haley was there. But tonight the last thing she wanted to do was go to a party or to a club. She didn't even feel like having people over. She knew that all she needed to do was pick up the phone and her house would be filled with people, but it was the last thing she wanted to do. What was wrong with her?
She finally stood up and walked around her living room. She loved her apartment; it was her reward for all the years of hard work. To Haley it was the proof that she had made it, that she was a star. Every song she had ever written, every tour she had ever gone on, all the movies she had been in had led her to her palace in the sky. As a child she had watched her mother struggle trying to make ends meet and had sworn to herself that she would never live like that. Janet James had raised two little girls on limited means, while running a locale café and putting herself through night school. She struggled every month trying to pay bills and making sure that both Haley and Brooke had everything they needed. She never complained and no matter what problem came her way she tackled it head on. She had taught both girls that they needed to work hard in order to achieve their dreams, and they both had. Haley had managed to make all her dreams come true including being able to provide her mother with enough money to enjoy her life and a beach house in her old hometown.
She walked out onto the massive balcony off her living room and took a deep breath as she took in the view in that was all around her. It was amazing, she felt like she could reach up and touch the stars and moon that were in the sky above her. She smiled as she stared at the twinkling lights of Manhattan and took in the islands smells that surrounded her. Most people couldn't wait to leave the city but she couldn't imagine living anywhere else. After she and Jake had broken up, she had decided that she needed to start fresh and to have a home of her own. She had spent months looking at every mansion that was on the market on both the east coast and west coast, but found that none of them interested her, none of them had stuck out. Every piece of property she had looked at was breathtaking and amazing but none of them had felt like home. As a child she and Brooke would often ride their bikes through the rich part of Tree Hill, looking at all the mansions, and fantasized about living in them. Brooke would talk about the type of life she would have if she lived in her favorite house. A large, white, Colonial, on a cul de sac, with large windows, and a red door. Haley liked to call it the Leave it to Beaver house, it even had a white picket fence. Brooke would stare at it and talk about what type of flowers she would plant in the front, and how her two little girls would help her and while her little boy ran all over the front yard, trying to catch butterflies. She even talked about the old sheep dog that would sleep on the front steps, while she would rock on an old, wooden rocking chair, watching her children while she waited for her husband to come home. No matter how many times they rode their bikes and eventually their cars, through that section of town; Brooke never changed her fantasy. She always picked the same house and always talked about the number of children she would have, the only thing that varied was the husband, sometimes it was Johnny Depp, other times it was Brad Pitt. But Haley never picked a house like Brooke. She had always known that she didn't want to settle down in some big house in her hometown. She couldn't see herself living in some big house in the suburbs. It wasn't her style, she craved excitement. She wanted to live somewhere that there was lots of noise and something was always happening.
So she gave up her search for the perfect house and began to look for the perfect apartment in her favorite city, New York. She had decided on New York because it was where she had started out in her career, where Chris Keller had brought her to turn her into a star. From the minute she had stepped out of the train at Penn Station, she had fallen in love with New York. It was so noisy and busy, she felt like she could get lost standing in the middle of Times Square, surrounded by hundreds of people. She loved it all, the yellow taxis, the stores, the hot dog vendors on each street. But the best part was that no matter what time of day it was, there was something always going on, and Haley loved that. It was after all the city that never slept. She hired Susan Wilson, one of the best realtors in New York, to find her the perfect apartment with a magnificent view. Those had been her only two requirements, and Susan had delivered. Two weeks after she had hired her, she had woken her up at six am to tell her that a hot property had just come on the market and it was a must see. An apartment off 53rd and 52nd, a "diamond in the rough" that had all her requirements, Haley had practically run out of her rented loft to see it. But had stopped dead on her tracks when she had walked into it. It had been empty for almost six years, it needed a full renovation, and it wasn't even livable. The minute she had walked through the door she felt like she had walked into hell. All six floors looked like looked like they were about to crumble down. She had been furious at her realtor for wasting her time, she was just about to set out on tour and every minute was precious to her.
She had followed Susan all around the property, as she pointed out the many highlights of the apartment. Haley had thought she was crazy; she kept trying to see where the six bedrooms, with the antiqued crown moldings were, all she saw was a bunch of run down rooms, with broken glass windows, and electrical wires on the ceilings. She could have sworn that she even saw a rat run from one side of the room to the other. The apartment was a disaster that needed to be blown up into smithereens. She was just about to fire her when Susan pulled her onto the wrap around terrace and she showed Haley the view. She was sold on the place the minute she step foot on to it, she could see ever direction of Central Park from the terrace, that wrapped around the whole building. Without any inspections, or damage assessments, Haley had made an obscene offer on it. A month later she had closed on the run down duplex and she began the real work. Everyone thought she was crazy to buy it, that it was a disaster that would blow up in her face. It would cost her a small fortune to renovate it, but Haley hadn't care, the view was worth it and to her the apartment had potential. Right before she left on tour she hired a team of designers that would work with her personally to turn the duplex into the elegant home of Haley's dream. She kept in constant touch with the designers and toured the United States with not only her band and guitar but also with a zillion swatches of fabrics, paint samples, color charts, and carpet samples. She picked every cabinet, shower stall, marble floor, light fixtures, and flooring from the road. No decision was made without her; Haley wanted her apartment to have things she had personally picked out, not other people. The most important thing to her was that despite the fact that it had to be elegant it also had to be comfortable. She wanted it to open with lots of space and no clutter. She needed it to be a place that she could not only entertain in but it was also comfortable enough for her to lounge around in without being uncomfortable.
It had taken almost six months to get it just right but it had been worth it. The end result had been magnificent. She had turned the run down duplex into a spectacular apartment that had been featured a month after she had moved in, in a seven page lay out, in Architectural Digest. Every square foot of the apartment had been redone. Every window, door, and light fixture had been replaced with new ones. Walls had been torn down, put up again, and then painted in rich tones, of gold's, reds and greens. All eight bathrooms were re tiled, and clawed bathtubs were put in, as well as a shower stalls. The hardwood floors had been sanded three times until they were the perfect shade of natural wood and then most of them were covered with Oriental carpets .Haley had even added a sauna, gym, to it as well as a rooftop terrace, with a heated pool, so she could sun bathe and keep cool in the summer. There were elegant touches in every room of the apartment, from the cathedral ceilings, to the crown moldings; to the stain less steel kitchen that she had done in a terra cotta red, with imported Italian tiles. The formal dining room, living room, and foyer had elegant, crystal, chandeliers that Haley had bought in Venice. The living room was filled with trinkets and pieces of furniture that she had collected from all over the world. The Japanese armoire that she had discovered in Hong Kong, while she had been promoting one of her album was now in one of the many guest rooms. The Steinway piano she had bought herself, at an auction in England, stood in the middle of her living room. Everything that Haley loved filled each room including the large portrait Peyton had given to her when she turned 21. A portrait of her self, wrapped in a white sheet wearing nothing else. The minute anyone walked into her large, airy living room it stuck out. People always complimented her on it and Haley loved it.
The best part of redoing the apartment filling it with things she loved. Every time she filmed a movie or went on to tour she always went all to antique stores, or estate sales, around her, to see if what she could find.. She loved to wander through New York searching for things to fill up her house. It was one of her favorite past time, hunting for antiques. When she had filmed bits of a Farewell to arms, in Paris, she had on the weekends venture into an open air flea markets, where she had discovered antique frames, books and plates that were now all over her house. In every room there were treasures from all over the world that reflected Haley's unique style as well as bits and pieces of her childhood. Pictures of herself as a child, a teenager, with Brooke and Peyton, and her mother were everywhere; her Grammies were all lined up on the green, marble fireplace along with other awards, like the Oscar she had won for best song two years earlier. Everywhere you turn there was something that Haley had discovered, some in her own backyard, others in some far off place. Every piece of furniture, box, book, rug, pillow in her apartment reflected Haley James style. It was a show place from top to bottom, from the ceilings to the floors.
She walked through the apartment and looking at everything in it. After the apartment had been finished she had hired a full staff to run her house including a wonderful older woman named Edna who ran the staff with an iron fist and made sure that everyone respected Haley's privacy. She was like a second mother to her and Haley trusted her. She always made sure all her meals were cooked, her laundry was done and put away, and all her needs where met. The fridge was always stocked with all her favorite foods and everything was always in the proper place. The whole house was always sparkling and clean. Everything was polished till it shined and no matter how many people she had over at night and what mess they made, in the morning when Haley got up; she always found her apartment cleaned like the night before had never happen. When Haley was on the road or on location she never worried about her house, she knew that Edna took care of it like it was her own.
She walked down the long hallway into the master bedroom. The large four poster antique bed with the gold silk comforter looked inviting but Haley wasn't feeling it, despite the fact that she was physically tired, her mind was racing and she knew sleep wouldn't be easy to come by. She walked into her large walk in closet, filled with racks of designer clothes, shoes, coats, and purses and took off her clothes. She remembered how back in Tree Hill, she had shared a small closet with Brooke. Now she had a closet all to herself that could even be consider another room. She left them on the floor and walked back into her bedroom in the nude. She went over to her answering machine and listen to her messages. Surprisingly there was only one.
"HEY HALEY its Seba I'm at 23 and girlfriend there are some fine ass men in here. Get your cute little Grammy award winning ass down here and party with us. Everyone is here. Come Hales its Saturday night. Oh use the back door its paparazzi central."
Haley chuckled as she walked into her private bathroom. Seba was a party animal and usually the one that she hung out with on the weekends. He was her personal hair stylist and had been part of "her entourage" as he liked to call everyone that work for her, from the beginning. Haley adored him and usually would have run out the door to meet him but for some reason she didn't want too. The last thing she wanted to do was to spend a night at some club. She ran the water in her enormous white marble tub and waited for it to fill. She poured some lavender oil that was in a large crystal decanter, into the water, and waited for the tub to be filled. When it finally was she climbed into it. She leaned her head back against the tub and sighed. She had so much tension in her body. She could feel it. Her life was getting to stressful she needed a relief. The massage, that she had had earlier that day, had helped for a bit but the tension was back again. Everything was piling up and the fact that she hadn't been able to write a song in the last three months was really bothering her, that had never happen to her before. She hoped that it was just stress, and after she took a break her creative juices would start flowing again, but she couldn't help wondering what would happen if the break didn't help. She didn't want to even think about that. It was just stress and once she had a much needed vacation everything would go back to normal. As for the tension in her body it was always there. It wasn't easy being Haley James, everyone always expected so much from her and she always expected so much from herself. And ever so often it got to be too much; she wouldn't be human if it didn't. Usually a hot bath always did the trick. All the tension that accumulated throughout the day usually flew out of her body the minute she got into her tub. There was something so soothing about a hot bath. Haley loved the way the hot water mixed with lavender oil felt against her skin. Usually she enjoyed her bath but tonight it wasn't doing the job. She still felt tense, and she had a feeling that no matter how long she soaked, the tension wouldn't be leaving her body anytime soon. Nothing was going to help except one thing. She knew that she would be taking a huge risk if she picked up the phone, so she tried to put the thought out of her mind. She closed her eyes and tried once again to relax but a few minutes later the stress was still there. She knew what she needed, what she craved. She could deny it as much as she wanted too, but the longing would still be there.
She got out of the tub, grabbed one of the big, fluffy towels and began to dry herself off. If Peyton knew what she was planning to do she would kill her. She had made her promise months earlier that she would stop. She knew it was a huge risk, but she didn't care. She grabbed another towel and wrapped it around her body. She had needs too; just because she was a star it didn't mean she didn't have needs. She walked to the living room and grabbed her cell phone. Before she could changed her mind she pressed the number 2 followed by 9 and frowned when she heard the voice on the other end say hello, she had hoped he wouldn't answer, but she had known he would. "Twenty minutes." Was all she said. She put her cell phone back down on the table and let the towel drop onto the floor. Humming softly to herself she walked through living back to her bedroom and into the back of her walk in closet, were a lingerie was hung. She ran her hands through the dozen or so robes that were hanging on silk hangers. They were all the same, except for the colors. Long, sheer, and airy. She had had them especially made for her in Paris. She opened the drawers of her bureau and began to look through all her lingerie that had been neatly folded. "What shall it be?" She asked herself. She closed the drawers and walked back over to the rack that held the sheer robes. She began to hum softly again as she took out two robes one in lilac the other in blue. After a few minutes she put the blue robe back on the rail and slipped on the lilac one. She walked in front of a long mirror on the other end of the closet and stared at her reflection. She unpinned her hair and let it fall around her shoulder. She smiled as she looked at herself from top to bottom. She wondered what her fans would say if they saw America's Sweetheart looking so whorish. The robe left little to the imagination, through the sheer material one could see her hard nipples practically poking through the material. She walked back to her bedroom and sat at her vanity table. She took off her diamond earrings off and put them into a wooden jewelry case, that her mother had given her when she turned fourteen. She smiled as she remembered that particular birthday. The balloons that Brooke and Peyton had surprised her with that morning, and the homemade chocolate cake her mother had made her. Life had been so much simpler back then and now everything was so much more complicated. She ran her sterling silver brush through her hair and added some clear lip gloss to her lips. She looked at the clock on her night stand and smiled. She walked out of the bedroom and made her way back to the living room. She was just about to sit down on the couch when she heard the doorbell ring.
She waited a few minutes and the bell rang again. "He's anxious." She said out loud and smiled as she walked to the door and she opened it. Standing on the doorway with a huge grin on his face was Drake Lancaster.
"I knew you'd call." He said in a smug voice as he walked passed her and sat down on her couch. Haley shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Oh why had she called him? Why couldn't Nick be in town?" she asked herself. She put on a fake smile on her face and took his coat he handed her and draped it over a chair.
"You know Haley I should be mad at you but I'm not. I got over it, I forgave you."
Haley looked at him questionably and asked him "For what?"
"Last night! God Haley how could you forget. My party at Nobu? Fifty of my closets friends celebrating my photo spread. The seven page layout in Maxim? I'm the new Ralph Lauren model. I left you a message and you're personal assistant said you might show up. How can you not remember?" He said in a hurt voice.
Haley stared at the man in front of him. He was such a baby. There was no doubt in her mind that he was good looking. 6'2, built like a god, blond hair, green eyes he defiantly was hot. But he had the one quality in a man that Haley hated, he was an egotistical bastard, who thought the whole world should stop whatever they were doing and fawn over him. But it didn't matter to her though, he was good in the one thing Haley used him for and then when it was over she dismissed him till the next time.
"Drink." She asked him in hopes of changing the subject.
"Yeah why the hell not. Shit I got the job so we should celebrate babe. You know what I like." He told her as he sat on one of her couches and put his feet up on her antique coffee table. Haley cringed as she watched him.
"Actually I don't know what you like to drink; I have wine, beer, or perhaps something stronger."
"Babe how many times do I have to tell you? Absolute with a twist. That's all I drink."
Haley rolled her eyes and walked over to the bar. She poured herself a brandy and then proceeded to make him his drink. She walked back to him and handed him the glass. He gulped it down and she did the same. She grabbed his glass and set it down next to hers, on the table. The she extended her hand to him and said "Come on."
He accepted it and stood up. He followed her down the long corridor into one of the many guest rooms her apartment had. The minute they reached the room, Haley flip on the light. She led him into the middle of the room and sat herself down on the large, queen size bed.
"Take your clothes off." Haley said in a husky voice. Drake stood in front of her not moving an inch. He gave her a small smile and waited to see her reaction.
"Now" she said in a more aggressive voice.
He began to unbutton his shirt while Haley watched him. He was slow at first; never taking his eyes off her, then he increased his pace. He licked his lips in anticipation. It had been five months since the last time she had called him; but he had waited, because he knew the phone would eventually ring. He never called her. He always followed her rules, no matter how much he had wanted too he never picked up the phone and called her, he just waited. And now he would make her wait. If Haley James wanted him she would have to come to him not the other way around. It was time to turn the table on her for a change. He knew she wanted him he could tell by the way she was looking at him, by the sound of her voice on the phone, but he didn't care. He was tired of always playing the game her way and being her pawn. Haley knew what he was thinking; she could tell by the way she was staring at her. He wanted to control her but it wouldn't happen. He wasn't the first to try it but he would be like the others and fail. She had sensed it when he had come into her apartment and berated her for not showing up at the party for his layout. She stood up and walked up to him. She would take the first step, and let him think that he had won, but by the end of the night he would be the one begging her. It was game one that she had perfected throughout the years and one she never lost. She didn't care. Drake was just another guy on her long list. There was nothing special about him. He was there to do one thing and one thing only. She decided to take charge of the situation and began to unbuckle his belt. She unsnapped the buttons and unzipped his pants part of the way. She then took her hand and put it inside his boxers and slowly stroked his penis.
"Drake…" she whispered. "Don't play games with me. You know the deal. I can call someone else if I need to so follow the rules or get out. So what's it going to be are you going to be a good boy and follow the rules or not?"
Drake closed his eyes as Haley continued to stroke him. "I'll follow the rules." He answered her
"Good!" Haley answered back. "Now let's quit wasting time and do what we're good at."
She took her hand out of the pants and sat down on the bed and waited. Drake looked at her and then proceeded to take off the rest of his clothes, while Haley watched him. When he was finally naked he walked to her and waited for her next move.
"I see you've been working out. You look good." She said as she stood up and kissed his chest. "Are you ready for me? Actually the question is can you handle me?" she as she slipped off the robe off and it fell onto the floor.
Drake's eyes open wide as he took her in. He stared at her body from head to toe. She was perfection, no matter how many times he had seen her naked it always amazed him how amazing her body was. Their eyes locked as Haley grazed his semi erected penis with her hand once again. She loved the feel of it, the silkiness of the skin. He moaned as her hand caressed it turning it hard.
"Haley…" he drew a sharp breath. He stared deep into her eyes and felt a shiver rise throughout his body. Her eyes, when he stared at them they frighten him. No matter how many times they were together they were always the same, cold, dark, and frighlnlyt distant. As if she sensed his thoughts she gave him a warm smiled and grabbed his hand. "Come on it's been a while. "
She pulled him onto the bed and straddled him. She leaned forward and licked his left nipple. Drake moaned as her mouth began to suckle it. Her teeth closed around the nipple and she nipped it gently. She moved to the other one and did the same thing. Drake held his breath as she rubbed herself onto him. She was slowly driving him crazy. "Kiss me." He asked her. She leaned closer to him again and softly whispered "You know the rules Drake we don't kiss, we just fuck, and you know that."
Drake lifted himself off the bed and began to massage her breast. He leaned his head forward and took one of them in his mouth. He licked it slowly as he heard her moan. In one swift motion he had her on the bed and he was now on top of her. He began to kiss her neck and slowly made his way to her other breast. He slid a finger inside her, she was wet.
"That feels good. You know what I like. Too bad for you though, if you hadn't broken my rule you would have had the privilege of having me taste you." She felt him try to sit up as he heard her words but Haley pushed him back down onto the mattress. "I know you're surprised, I very rarely do it. But tonight I wanted too. I wanted to feel you inside my mouth, to taste you. I wanted you to feel the kind of pleasure that you make me feel, but you broke the rules."
She started to slide down towards his cock as she felt Drake holding his breath. "Haley please." She heard him say.
"Now its Haley please. I don't know Drake if I should. But…"
"Haley."
She smiled and sank to her knees, and slowly began to lick his cock from top to bottom. She was teasing him, she knew what he wanted her to do, and she also knew he was afraid she would stop if he told her. She swirled her tongue on the tip and she felt his body grow tense. She knew he was on the brink and if she took it all in her mouth, he would cum. But that wasn't what she wanted, she wanted him to be close to the edge but not go over it until she let him. It was all about control, and power to Haley, she liked him to feel like he was in control of the situation, when in reality she was. She liked knowing that she could pull away right when he was about to cum and there was nothing he would be able to do about it. She continued to lick him, and then with her left had she gently tugged his balls. "Oh god." She heard him say. She could feel his frustration and she knew that it was taking all his will power not to cum. She was more than ready too. She reached over to the night stand next to the bed and grabbed a condom out of the drawer. She ripped open the foil and slid the condom on him.
It was finally time. She needed him to be inside her, to make all the tension in her body go away.
Drake bit his lips; he wasn't sure how much more he could take. He was just about to grab her, when she sank onto him and began to ride him. She was in her own world as she found her rhythm. Drake tried to put his hands around her waist but Haley pushed them off her.
"Don't touch me. "She hissed. She didn't want to be touched, she didn't need it. It wasn't about making love or connecting with another person, to her it was just about achieving release. She felt herself on the brink, and she began to ride him at a fast and furious pace, letting herself go. She threw
her head back and closed her eyes as she sighed a wave of pleasure spread throughout her body. She felt all the tension disappear. She felt Drake shudder as his own release came. She felt better, this had been what she needed, a nice fuck had done the job. She felt rejuvenated, it took her a few seconds but she finally caught her breath. Drake lay on the bed watching her as she got off the bed. He had a huge grin plastered on his face
"How was that baby?" he asked her.
"Great! I feel so much better."
He sat up on his elbows and watched as she walked briskly towards the door. "Hey baby where are you going? Come back to bed, if you thought that was great wait till you see what I have planned for us next."
Haley gave him a sweet smile. "That's nice but no thanks. I'm going to go take a shower and then I'm going to bed. You know the way out. Enjoy your party and congrats on the photo shoot. I'll call you soon."
"Are you kidding me? You're kicking me out?"
"Drake come on." Haley said as she reached for the door handle. "You know how this works."
"You bitch."
"Excuse me?"
"You hear me, you bitch. You think you can get away with your sick, mind control games."
Haley was stunned and felt anger start to rise throughout her body. "How dare you? Listen you stupid ass, nobody forced you here. You know what this is like, this isn't the first time. This is just a fuck nothing more, nothing less. There are no strings attached, no cuddling, no kissing. This is all about me and me alone. None of the other guys have ever had a problem with it, so why are you all of sudden asking for more. Nothings changed, well except the fact that I'm deleting your ass out of my cell phone."
"Do whatever you want, I don't give a shit. You think you're hot shit because you're Haley James, well I have news for you, you're not. You're like all the other bitchs out there, except you've got a couple of Grammies under your belt and live in this place all alone. Do you realize that you have no one? Doesn't that fucking bother you? Of course not because who would want to be with some heartless, cold bitch? But on the other hand I wonder what would happen if the tabloids knew what kind of a sex freak you are. America's sweetheart has men come to her house, where she proceeds to fuck them and then throws them out on to the street…"
Haley started to laugh. "Oh god please do, go to the tabloids, it might give you a few more minutes of fame then your stupid little photo shoot. Do you really think anyone would believe you? I mean come on Drake look at me and look at you. You're nothing, you're just some stupid model that might get lucky and score another layout. Do you actually think that you're going to become something special? And do you think I'm stupid. I picked you, I picked you out of a room full of guys because you were hot, but because you are also a nobody. I'm careful; you see I know you're type. You grew up in some boring town in the Midwest and you had big dreams to make yourself into a star. You're just like the other guys I fuck. So here's the gist of it, because frankly I've gotten bored with this conversation. You're going to get up from that bed and leave. You're going to go to your pathetic party and you're never going to mention anything about me, to anyone, because if you do I will destroy you. You're right I am America's sweetheart, but I also have a lot of power in this town. All it would take would be one phone call and bye bye Ralph Lauren. Every door in New York and California will be close to you, and your ass would be on a plane to your boring, Midwestern town so fast it would make your head spin."
Drake was speechless. Nothing was coming out of his mouth. He watched as Haley gave him a sweet smile and began to walk out the door again. "Oh one more thing Drake, if you didn't understand what I just said and you actually decide to go to the tabloids, I have a team of lawyers on retainer who would sue your stupid ass for all the money that you don't have. Now have a nice night and get out of my house."
Forty minutes later….
Why did she care what he thought of her? Why was she letting him get to her? Haley leaned her head back against the tub and closed her eyes. She felt the tears slowly start to fall. His words had hit her hard. She didn't know what was going on with her, and why she cared what some stupid model thought. She was Haley James after all. She had it all, a successful career, more money than she could ever spend, good friends; she had the world at her feet. Anything she wanted she could have all she had to do was pick up her phone. Life was great, actually it was better than great it was fucking wonderful. For the next few weeks, even months, if she chose too, she was free to do and go anywhere she wanted too. For the first time in a long time she had no responsibilities or commitments to full field. She grabbed a washcloth lathered it up with soap. Nothing he had said matter, he didn't know her or who she really was. Haley kept repeating that to herself as washed every inch of her skin. She wanted him off her; she wanted to forget him and his stupid words. She was determine to forget the last few hours that she had spent with him. He was a nobody, another notch on her belt. The tears kept flowing as she furiously scrubbed her body. No matter how hard she tired she couldn't forget his words. They had stunned and had made all the tension return. She was miserable, there was no use in deny it because it was the truth. She was tired, lonely, and miserable. She grabbed her cell phone and pressed the number three. She knew what she needed and who could give it to her. She smiled when she heard the voice on the other end say
"Talk to me."
"Pack you're bags baby we're going on a trip."
