Summary: Julian is about to lose his job after the company he works for is combining with another. His boss, Lucas, always flirted with his wife, Brooke. What happens when Julian pushes Brooke to sleep with Lucas to keep his job?

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the little boys. Everything else is owned by One Tree Hill. The title is from a Fall Out Boy song!

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Sugar, We're Going Down Swinging
Chapter Two
Julian's Point Of View

Getting off work early today made me become more nervous over tonight. Tonight could end my career in Tree Hill. I couldn't do that to myself, or Brooke and the boys.

Brooke needs to look amazing tonight. I gave her permission to go buy the tightest red dress she could find that would still be appropriate for a work formal dinner. She needs to look amazing if this could work.

I rush in the door, shocked that Grant and William don't come running up to me.

"They're at your mother's." Brooke responded from the kitchen before I could even ask. She must have been curling her hair for the night because curlers were placed around her head.

"If this is how you are going tonight, I should just call it off now." I could feel the nerves coming off of her, after all she was cleaning and Brooke Baker does not clean. Joking calms my nerves so I thought that would help relax her.

"If you want to call it off, I'd be more willing to go like this." She used her hand to guide his eyes up and down her body as she pulled the silk robe tighter to her frame. "Because this stupid idea is all on you."

"And you will obey it, got it?" From the look in my eyes, Brooke quickly nodded in agreement, "It's a one time thing. That's it. It's for our family, not just me."

"For our family," She rolled her eyes repeating it sarcastically. I don't think she really wants to do this, but she agreed. When you agree to something, I hold you up for that agreement.

"Yea." I pulled her closer to me as she washed the dishes in the sink. "You are beautiful," I planted kisses up and down her neck; so pecks that made her let out a small moan. "So beautiful."

"Julian, stop." Brooke tried pushing me off with her elbows but I wasn't having it. I'm a guy with needs who has a smokin' hot wife to fulfill those needs.

"Not going to happen." I kissed more, especially right behind her ear, a spot that usually made her melt. "I deserve a reward for coming up with this plan."

"You deserve an award? Really now?" Sarcasm dripped in her voice and I backed up aggravated. A man has needs that only a woman can fulfill. With both boys out of the house it was time to 'do it' wherever we wanted in the house.

"Oh give me a break, Brooke. I offered this idea to save our life style, one that you grew up in!" I pointed out, "I need sex sometimes."

"And I need a break sometimes but I don't get that ever." Brooke responded. She wanted a break? She was the one that wanted to be a stay at home mother. It was the norm in this southern town. She wanted to be the one raising our boys, and I agreed with that.

"You are the one that wants to be at home." I responded right back running my hands through my messy brown hairs. "I'm going to get ready." I shoved her away.

I could tell walking away she was fuming but I'll just let her. No point in giving in and stopping this mess since she was the one that agreed.

Brooke could agree to anything, something that is very different than she was in high school. She was stubborn as a mule, refusing to do anything unless she wanted too. Now I just speak and she does what I ask. It was perfect; she shaped into the role of a perfect southern housewife, just like I wanted.

Now, I just try to make her look appeasing, or hope she gets out of the yoga pants and tank tops. I missed the Brooke who would make sure she was put together to head out the door or even to sit around. Now she's motivation-less unless she's going to the country club.

"Julian," She followed me. I knew she would. Brooke turned into a pleaser, having to make sure everyone is pleased.

"What is it, B?" I make sure my face looks annoyed just to make her putty in my hands. Getting Brooke to do anything is like a snap of my fingers; easy and to the point.

"Don't do this to me when I'm doing this."

"I'm not doing anything, Brooke. I just thought since we are alone we could use this time wisely." I made sure to get my point across. Brooke needed to please me, I am her husband, the father of her sons. I'm the only one she should please.

"As long as you don't ruin my hair." Brooke sighed, quickly giving in to my needs.

"Fast and easy is what it will be."

It didn't matter how it happened, I just needed it, badly. Brooke knew exactly what to do.

She unzipped my pants and quickly sat right up on my lap. It was quick and it was good. Brooke knew to always please my needs before pleasing her own. Up and down quickly, but I managed to keep my hands on her hips and my lips on hers. Just as quickly as it started, we both finished.

"Gosh, that was good. You're amazing." A little bragging on my part didn't hurt. I pulled her in for one last kiss, silently praying the her IUD works. No more kids, I can only handle the two boys we have.

"Not bad yourself, either." She kissed me right back. "Now I need to seriously get ready. Who makes these stupid events start at five? Too early in my honest opinion."

"Just look amazing, Brooke, and it will all be over before you know it."

I've always seen my boss, Lucas give Brooke those looks that always intrigued me. It was like his eyes always scanned her body up and down. I didn't mind it at first. I knew my wife was hot, and it was perfectly okay for other's to look and not touch.

Now I'll finally let him touch her, explore her. Do what ever he wanted with her.

"Make sure your wife is there tonight."

That stupid comment made me a nervous wreck. I know I planned this and all, but does he need to make his wants so public?

I just hope tonight goes fast and perfect.

-XO-OTH-XO-

Damn, my wife is hot. She's climbing out of the car in the hottest, sexiest, red dress I have ever seen. It hit tightly in all the right places, hugging her curves that came after the boys perfectly. It fell to the floor and showed the perfect amount of cleavage that had left little to the imagination.

I would say I looked good standing next to her too. I'm not one for the whole suite and tie, or tuxedo and bowtie kind of thing but once in a while, when needed, I feel like a million bucks in it.

"You know the plan right?" I double-check the plan, questioning her for maybe the millionth time since leaving the house. It needs to be right, perfectly right.

"Yes, Julian." She rolled those hazel eyes at me. Damn those eyes can get to anyone. "I know the plan and just to make sure, you reminded me over and over again."

"I just need this to go well." I was nervous and if I was home alone and sent Brooke to do this on her own, I would be sweating bullets. "It needs to or we could be done."

I opened the door, guiding her into the rented out space. It was decked out to a modern style and I was liking it. "Now no more speaking of this," I whispered in her ear, "Just do what you do best, baby."

Smirking and showing her dimple smile. "You got it."

And it all started. Walking over to a group of my work friends, Brooke started shaking her hips slightly, swaying from side to side. I nearly wanted to take her somewhere private and just fuck her then and there. I had to control myself.

To control even more, my eyes wonder around a bit. Looking and not touching is not considered anything wrong at all. Brooke knew this, and as long as I didn't touch she was okay with it.

My mom always said, "it's not a happy wife, happy life. It's please the husband and you'll be happy." It didn't rhyme, nor was it as catchy, but it was true. From witnessing my parent's marriage, I wanted something similar- a woman who pleases her husband.

The small talk between everyone wasn't doing much to calm my nerves. There was only so much I can talk about when it comes to worrying about my job safety. They all complained about it, and hell, so did I. I just couldn't talk anymore.

"Want to get a drink, my lady?" I let out a small laugh. To get through the night, I will need plenty of beer. Kids free night means alcohol for all.

"I could always go for a class of wine." She smiled politely, excusing herself from the wives conversation before we starting walking to the bar.

There was a main reason for this. I saw my boss, with the CEO of the entire company and the boss of the other takeover's/mergers. It was my cue to start this as soon as the boss was left alone at the bar.

"He's right there. I want you to work your magic, Baby." I whispered in her ear, sending chills down her back that I felt under my touch. "I believe that you could do this."

"White wine, please." Brooke ordered with a smile on her face. She was acting friendly for one reason only. I also ordered myself a beer but that wasn't important. What was important was whenever I glanced over at Lucas, to make sure Brooke was working her charm, he was eyeing her up and down.

"He's heading over here now. Act natural." I whispered hoping to calm my own nerves. If this mess backfires, I'm not sure what I would do.

"Yeah, I'll just act like I'm loving this just to have it blow up in your face." Brooke sarcastically stated rolling her eyes once again.

"Julian," He shook my hand. For a boss, Lucas Scott was one of the youngest. He was sent to become managers/owners of companies till his father, the one and only powerful Dan Scott, dealt with all the paper work to buy it out. It usually happened with threatening owners or declaring a merger to happen.

"Hello Lucas," He wasn't one for proper introductions while using Mr. and Mrs. crap. "This evening seems to be a good idea, all around."

Small talk, that was key. Make it small enough that no one would notice the main purpose of this.

"Yes, everyone actually came this time it seems like, that or the company is becoming smaller." Lucas joked back. The laugh I could tell was a horribly fake laugh. "It's good to see you too Brooke, looking better than ever." He finally acknowledges her, taking the bate.

Soon enough the conversation was just them, talking about boring shit like books and movies on television right now. I made sure to add my input once in a while.

"You should check out the new book coming out. It's similar to the old ones but so much better. Scott Enterprises owns the publishing company that is about to release it next week." He went on and for once it looked like Brooke was relaxed as she sipped on her wine and added a smile when needed. "I can get you a copy if you'd want. I would love to hear an actual fans responses to it."

"I'd love that Lucas."

"Can I get you another drink?" Lucas offered her. "You need another beer Julian? I would love to discuss more of this merger with you."

"But that is what you boys do all day. One nice night out means no work talk." And Brooke brought him right back on to her. Brooke deserves whatever the hell she could possibly want after this whole act and show right now. "So I'm declaring a work free conversation."

"How are your boys? Two of them right?" Lucas brought the conversation back to both of us.

"They're good. Five and three right now, stresses me out daily. Two crazy boys."

Brooke laughed, sipping on her wine again.

I whispered in Brooke's ear about time to seal the deal and I was going to head over back to my work colleagues. "I'm going to head off to the bathroom. I'll be back."

Was I going to come back? Not at all. It was time for Brooke to take over. I excused myself and walked over to the table. One table far enough away that it wasn't obvious, but still close enough that I could witness them.

From where I sat I saw a lot of flirting. Brooke laughing, not the normal laughing though it was the head back laughing, at most likely lame jokes and then he was touching her hand.

Who knew I'd become jealous over this? I mean I love Brooke, or so I hope I truly do, but the interaction between them made something in the pit of my stomach announce itself. Jealousy? Maybe but I created this idea. I shouldn't be feeling like this.

It will end soon and everything will be back to normal.

I looked away for one text message from my mother saying the boys were fast asleep and we behaving well for the amount of sugar my father decided to spoil them with.

When I looked back, he was guiding Brooke by the hand away from the commotion of the party.

The plan was officially working, and now I'm regretting it.

This was only going to end badly.