Notes; Chapter two won't be up until chapter three's finished. Oh I'm angry with this laptop coz it's annoying me so Bye again lol.

Btw, thanks for the reviews to the prologue:) They made me smile.

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Chapter 01. Friday nights and fuckbuddies.

With a sigh Paige settled onto the worn couch in her cosy apartment, lifting her sore legs onto the coffee table in front of her and placing her large plate of Hawaiian pizza on her lap. So she was having an unhealthy dinner for once; it was Friday night. Plus she'd deserved this delicious goeey pizza today.

Her hand searched for the remote and quickly found it before she turned the television on and clicked her way to her favourite channel. A dark smokeycafé appeared on the screen and Paige had to lean forward to grab the TV-guide from the coffee table and see what was playing at the moment. Pulp fiction, a Quentin Tarantino film. She'd always liked that director. He was different, had a different kind of fantasy which attracted her to his films very much.

Ready to take a large bite of her pizza and for watching a different kind of film, she leaned back into the couch with a content sigh.. just as a knock on the door sounded through the small apartment and Paige's sigh of content turned into a sigh of irritation. Who could be ruining her night alone? Weekends were the only time where she actually had time for herself. No kids running around and no major piles of laundry to do. Just her and the television.

Paige dropped her slice of pizza back onto her plate and got to her feet while placing the plate on the couch. She needed to remember not to go and sit on the couch later. While she made her way over to the front door, careful not to trip over the toys laying around, another knock sounded causing her to roll her eyes.

''I'm coming already!'' She placed her hand on the brass doorknob and opened the wooden door in a swift movement. There, in front of her, stood a handsome dark coloured man. He was a good 8 inches taller than she was now without her heels on and the smooth, naked skin on top of his head almost seemed to be reflecting the faint light of the lamp in the hallway. He smiled, a slow and sexy smile that held a thousand tales.

''Already? I haven't even touched you yet.'' He joked slightly, his deep voice sending a tiny shiver down Paige's spine, even if it was involuntary.

''James what're you doing here? It's Friday night aren't you supposed to be working tonight?'' She let go of the door and walked back into her apartment, knowing that the man would follow her and shut the door. As she'd expected she heard his footsteps behind her and the door click shut.

''Couldn't be bothered going, wanted to see you. Jaime's covering up for me.''

''Liar. You're just horny.'' Paige told him knowingly and walked over to the kitchen to make her visitor a drink. He didn't even deny her statement.

''Whiskey?'' She didn't need to ask because she knew his answer would be yes and just half a second later he told her yes like she knew he would. Normally she wouldn't keep any alcoholic drinks in her house since she used to be an alcoholic and had sworn not to drink alcohol ever again, yet she still kept a couple of bottles in the upper cabinet on the right. Just for him because he came over every once a week. He'd been doing that for nearly two months now. He was her fuckbuddy as she called it. Or as many people called it. Just sex, no strings attached, no relationships and no emotions. Except the state of bliss she was in after a couple of hours having sex with him. She could always trust him to take her mind off of things that worried her.

That's what she was living for at the moment. Her kids and those couple of hours every Saturday night she spent with James. The thirty-four year old, African-American, very handsome, very good in bed, very sexy, James Evans.

''Were you watching Pulp Fiction?'' He asked, a small hint of surprise in his voice as he studied the film on the small screen and moved to sit down. Right on top of her plate of pizza. Paige looked up.

''No, no, no, no wait! Don't – James!'' A groan escaped her lips when he sat down on top of her dinner only to jump up again and look over his shoulder at his muscular backside.

''Shit, Paige! What kind of person puts her plate on the couch?!'' Annoyed, he tried to save his new pants from the tomato sauce stain that had formed in the shape of a circle. It didn't help much and the young whitelighter and single mother-of-three started laughing at the sight of pieces of pineapple hanging from his butt.

''What kind of person sits down without looking?!'' She replied and grabbed a couple of paper towels before making her way over to him and trying to get half of her pizza topping off his pants. Four paper towels and a laughing James later, she gave up.

''I guess you'll have to take it to the dry cleaner's. I'm sorry, I'll pay.''

''No. Paige, you barely have the money to take care of your family and to pay the rent. Don't worry I'll pay for it myself.''

''But -''

''No buts, it's not your fault. Now, are you hungry? 'Cause I could take you out to dinner now that your pizza is ruined.'' He gently took the paper towels from her hand and tucked a loose strand of red hair behind her ear. Paige sighed and looked down at her clothing. She was wearing an old comfortable sweater and a pair of sweatpants that was too long for her legs, causing the ends to drag across the floor whenever she walked.

''No. I'm okay. I'll have some eggs later or something.'' She picked up the plate and took it to the kitchen where she dumped the left overs of the pizza in the garbage can and placed her plate in the sink. James walked over and took a sip of his whiskey which was standing on the counter.

''Later?'' His brown eyes looked at her an eyebrow raising making her smile. She didn't know how he did it, but he could make her feel sexy even in her crappiest outfit.

''After.'' She hinted.

''After what?'' Downing the rest of his whiskey he rounded the counter top and approached her slowly, his warm arms snaking around her tiny waist she he reached her.

''After you've taken my mind off things. Like Henry's new girlfriend.''

''Hmm. Take your mind off her? Okay then. Where would you like me to do that?'' The seduction in his voice almost made her want to rip his clothes off and have him right there and then, but that wouldn't be a good idea. Especially since the floor was too cold and the counter top was too full of both clean and dirty dishes.

''Bedroom?'' She suggested while he started to take her old sweater of. She moved her arms to help him pull it over her head and he dropped it to the floor before reaching up and carefully pulling the band that held her long hair together out of her hair.

''Nope. Try again.'' He told her while eyeing her blue lacy bra and smiling the slightest bit.

''New?'' He questioned while his hands expertly started to take her sweatpants off.

''Hmm. Couch?'' Stepping out of the sweatpants she undid the small buttons of his crisp white shirt, revealing a smooth muscular torso. Flawless, so unlike Henry's or Cole's for that matter. His had held several scars from all the fights he'd been in. Stop. She shouldn't think of Cole right now, James was here tonight.

''Boring.'' He told her while smiling when she took his shirt off. He was glad she had the heating on.

''Well then what did you have in mind?'' Her fingers found the buckle of his belt and she unfastened it slowly knowing that her teasing way of undressing him would soon drive him crazy. Once undone the belt fell to the floor and his pants soon followed leaving him to stand in just his baby blue boxers.

''The wall, maybe.'' He backed her small body into the wall next to the humming fridge and Paige grinned at the sigh of the mischievous glint in his eyes. Boy, would she have an aching body in the morning.

And as the lower half of his body pushed against hers and his hands ran up her back to find the clasp of her bra she was already starting to forget and focus on something much more important than Henry's new girlfriend.

To be Continued...

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