Hey everyone! I am so please with the response the first chapter got. To my reviewers (michnkicks, thibbs65, sandygirl, dianehermans and the five (5) guests) thank you all so much for your kind words. :)

-Krystal

Chapter 2:

"No, baby it's fine." Julian grinned, "You look great." He put out his hand for her to take. He lead her to the living room, "Brooke you already know Chase Adams from the studio, and Jimmy Edwards." Brooke nodded and shook their hands, "And this is Lucas Scott, we just green-lit his screenplay. Lucas this is my wife Brooke Baker."

Brooke's eyes grew wide as he moved closer to shake her hand, she noticed the same look of shock on his own face, "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Baker." Brooke felt the familiar warmth of the hand she had been holding only a few hours prior.

"No Mr. Scott, the pleasure is all mine." Brooke said happily.

Brooke got up from the table, "I'm going to grab another bottle of wine, does anyone need anything?" She put a hand on Julian's shoulder as she looked at their three guests.

Lucas put down his napkin, "Could you tell me where the bathroom is?"

"Yes, you can come with me." Brooke turned to head towards the garage; she felt Lucas's eyes on her the entire time. She opened the door leading downstairs to the crawlspace that housed the cellar.

When he was sure they were out of site Lucas pulled Brooke into his arms, "Do you believe in fate Brooke Davis Baker?"

Brooke huffed at the sound of her married name, "Julian only refers to me as Brooke Baker when he's staking ownership. I kept my maiden name when we got married." 'Probably because I knew deep down inside it was never going to last,' she thought to herself as she looked into Lucas's eyes "And to answer your question, no, I always thought fate was reserved for people who lived in fantasy land and psychics that charge by the minute." She buried her head in his chest, "Why didn't I put two and two together." She raised her chin to him, "I didn't think I was ever going to see you again."

"Well Miss Davis you missed your calling as an actress because you didn't let on that we had met before." He looked at the door once more before he kissed Brooke's lips; he wanted to deepen the kiss but thought against it, "I have wanted to do that all night." He pulled back a little, "I thought the man that met you from the airport was your husband for a second. You had mentioned a car service but you two seemed so friendly. I nearly chickened out about going after you, but I knew I would regret not kissing you more than the husband risk so I went for it." Brooke allowed Lucas's hands to wander; he let out a soft grunt when he got to her breasts. "You are unbelievably sexy Brooke, has anyone ever told you that."

He kissed her neck; it was now her turn to moan, "No, I don't think I've been called sexy in years." She felt more and more light headed with each kiss; she pulled back a little, "I can't believe you thought Chris Keller was my husband, he's Julian's regular driver, he has been driving him for years." Brooke smiled, "He's practically family, married to one of my closest friends as a matter of fact." Brooke reached beside Lucas and pulled two bottles of wine from the cool cellar, "I don't want to but we have to get back inside."

Brooke walked passed him and he grabbed her hand, "I'm staying at The Garland Hotel, can you meet me tonight pretty girl?"

Brooke closed her eyes, her heart was pounding out of her chest, "I can try, what room number?"

Lucas took the wine bottles out of her hands and pressed her against the fire door, "I'm in room 501." He kissed her, and pressed his forehead to hers, "Please Brooke."

A few hours later the house was empty and the silence between Brooke and Julian was deafening, "So how was DC?" Julian asked without looking up from his phone. "Did you find a new location for Clothes Over Bros?"

Brooke wanted to cry at the revelation that her husband hadn't cared enough to remember where she had been for the last two weeks, "I was in Chicago."

"Oh that's right, that's what I meant." His phone chimed, Julian's face broke out into a devilish grin. "So Lucas seemed nice enough, I hope he can handle the pace of a television show, his concept shows promise I would hate to have to kick him off his own project." Julian put his phone down and walked over to where Brooke was sitting; he leaned down and kissed her cheek, "So I had Zoe send me over a copy of your calendar. I think it's time to start trying for a baby. I'm ready, and I know you've been ready for a while now."

"You called my assistant for a copy of my calendar, why didn't you just ask me?" Brooke inched away from him, "You've had too much to drink Julian we can talk about children another time." Brooke got up from the couch, "I'm going to bed."

Julian grabbed her arm, "Why don't you want to have a baby talk, you've been pestering me about children for years."

Brooke shook her head, "No I haven't, maybe it was one of your side pieces, if you want children so bad knock up one of them. Isn't that every young ingénues dream… A meal ticket?" She took his hand off her arm, "I saw that look on your face when your phone went off, I doubt that's about something G rated." She sighed thinking for a second about when they got to this place, 'he doesn't even try to hide them anymore,' she told herself. "Goodnight Julian."

"I love you Brooke." Julian said.

"I'm sure you do," Brooke rolled her eyes and headed upstairs. She was undressing when she heard a knock at her door, She called out, "Sleep it off boozy." There was a second knock, this time she crossed her bedroom and went to the door and opened it a crack, "What is it?"

Julian leaned against the door, "When did you start to despise me? I would like to know, I mean you have a great life here, a life my career provides for you. I don't ask much Brooke and yet you treat me like something you scraped off your Jimmy Choo."

Brooke opened the door to let him in, she watched as he sat down on her bed. She took a seat in the wing back chair on the other side of the room, "I don't love you anymore Julian, and I haven't in a long time. I don't despise you, it would make all of this easier, but I don't."

Brooke couldn't read his face "Is this because of the actresses? I can stop; I haven't been with anyone else in months."

Brooke laughed at his words, "Do you hear yourself? You profess to love me and then two seconds later confess to a myriad of infidelities."

"I can change Brooke; we've been together since my senior year of high school. I remember the day I asked you out, it was a scandal," He stood up, "but I risked being called a rapist to be with you. That has to mean something."

"It did, when I was a freshman in high school. Julian Andrew Baker, Mr. All American wanted to date me." Brooke smiled sadly for a minute thinking of the memory, 'they had been happy once' she recalled before continuing, "My parents were MIA back then, so you didn't have to worry about them trying to prevent you from having sex with their fourteen year old daughter."

"We can get back to that happy place, come on baby," Julian walked up to her and knelt between her legs. "Say you'll try with me."

Brooke shook her head, "Do you have any idea how ridiculous you sound?" Brooke tried to get up but Julian pushed her back down, "I don't want to do this right now, I really am tired. I had a long day of traveling then I had to come home and put on a show for your studio friends."

Julian let her get up; he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to the bed, "I'm going to sleep in here tonight."

Brooke fell back when her legs hit the bed, she sighed, "Let me change first." Brooke rolled over and got off the bed a second time. She watched Julian undress, "I'm not sharing a bed with you like that, so I suggest you go get some pants."

Julian went around to the side of the bed Brooke was standing on, "You used to love sleeping naked next to me." He got in her face, "Your luscious porcelain skin would just melt into mine," he kissed her cheek, "the unadulterated access whenever we desired." He pulled her into him and kissed her lips.

Brooke could taste the stale brandy on him, she broke away, "Please baby, it's too cold to sleep naked." She put her hands on his chest and pushed him down on the bed. She straddled his lap, "I promise I'll make it up to," she leaned in and kissed him a second time. She stood up again, "now go get some pants, I'll be waiting."

Julian hopped up and paused in the doorway, "I'll be back," he winked.

"I'll be front," Brooke smiled remembering one of their many inside jokes. She walked to the door and watched him enter his bedroom. She shut the door to her bedroom, locked it and waited.

A few minutes later she watched the door knob try to turn, "Baby, the door is stuck." Julian knocked, "Brooke, I can't get the door open."

Brooke squeezed her eyes shut and sighed, she took out her phone and found the business card Lucas had given her at the airport, and she sent him a text: Do you still want to see me tonight? I need to get out of this house.

The knocking continued, "Brooke. Open the door dammit; I'm going to break it down." Brooke gathered a change of clothes and her purse, her phone chimed with a response: Yes, is everything alright?

Brooke opened the French door that opened onto her veranda; she climbed over the railing and climbed down the bougainvillea covered lattice. She quickly got into her car parked at the far side of the driveway and started the engine. She replied before backing out: No... But it will be.

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