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!
Chapter four! Ya'll are probably excited that I updated two stories in two days, but I have finally a night off. Instead of doing work, I'm relaxing. Please let me know what you all think! This story is moving along ;) I'm happy that I've only had some predictions on what may happen but I'm not giving anything away. Enjoy! Please review!
Sugar, We're Going Down Swinging
Chapter Four
Brooke's Point-of-View
I'll explain to you what happened before my little craze. Were that craze came from is beyond me. I was never one to be out there with sex like that; hell I married the first guy I ever slept with. Might I add he was the only guy I ever slept with.
I managed to fall asleep, quickly, surprisingly only to be awoken by the buzzing of my phone. I quickly checked the time and realized that it was my normal wake up time anyway. I always had to have both boys dressed and ready to go, along with food on the table for breakfast by the time Julian was done getting ready so I was use to the early wake up calls no matter what time I went to sleep.
You better have slept with him. You know the deal -Julian
Crap. Why did I agree to this? I always thought I'd be one of the southern Mama's who ruled the house till the husband got home to take over. Now I'm laying in some guys clothes in his bed with a text message from my husband telling me to sleep with him.
Pinch me if I'm dreaming please.
I mean the whole deal will be off. We timed this perfectly Brooke. Follow through with your part- Julian
There were around twenty messages all similar to that one. All were just egging me on, more and more. I could always lie, but then my half of the deal will be broken. If you ever want to learn one thing, never promise anything when you've had alcohol in you, bad idea right there.
I sent back a simple text "Deal is done" and shut off my phone. I didn't need any distractions from Julian right now. I needed to gain confidence from inside and do this for myself to prove deep down that I am worthy of another human besides Julian.
One.. Two.. Three.. deep breath in and breath out.
Quickly I gain that confidence and before I could even think I'm rolling off of him with round two under our belts.
That was the best sex I've had in a while. Lucas knew how to please a lady in the sheets. He knew where to touch me that would drive me wild while also knowing to dart attention to me for a little. With Julian it was usually 'wham, bam, thank you ma'am' kind of thing; his needs before mine.
Lucas put me before himself. Thank the heavens for that. I never really knew what a full orgasm was like till this morning. I will crave those for a while now. Damn you Lucas Scott.
"That was awesome." Lucas mumbled trying to catch his breath.
We were both laying in bed; blankets dripped over ourselves and hair a mess waiting for someone to speak.
"Glad you liked it." I smirked proudly showing off the dimples. If you got it flaunt it. I had the appeal I just never showed it.
"Cocky much?" He smirked. His blue eyes squinted in the light. "I've had better wake up calls before."
"It seems your cock seemed to like it."
Right back at you; if he wanted to be a semi ass, than I can sure as hell be a semi bitch. Damn right I could.
He was good. I couldn't help but like the bed boy in the sheets persona. I was so use to blah sex that this actually helped make me somehow ready for round three or four. I wasn't exactly sure the number.
"What happened to no sex?" Lucas questioned me rolling on his side to look me in the eyes.
Why couldn't Julian have those ice blue eyes? They made it so hard to look at him. I tried my best to stare at them but my nerves set back in. "Eh, things change over night. It's hard not to when someone is a bed hog sleeping up against you. It felt like you needed some help."
Lies but he didn't need to know that. He was a gentleman and stayed away from me.
"Is that so." He answered smirking.
Don't look at him Brooke, whatever you do keep looking away because that smirk will make you want more.
"Crap. I need to get home." I rushed off the bed, pulling the sheet with me.
How has it been an hour since I checked my phone already?
I rushed, but then realized I had no clothes with me, just that dress. Do I wear that home? Or what.
"You can keep my clothes you slept in if you need too." He offered just watching me, "and you can loose the sheet. I have seen your body."
"I'd rather keep it. I'm heading to shower. I guess if you want you can join."
Why not enjoy every last second of amazing sex before returning to a husband that can only please himself?
With my little request, Lucas was up out of bed following me like a damn dog towards the shower.
This time will so be worth it.
-XO-OTH-XO-
"You don't need to drive me home," I nervously stated as I saw him packing up to leave the hotel room, not that either one of us really wanted too at this moment. The shower was enough to make us both fall back asleep for an hour. Who knew it would be that easy to get me off when someone actually tried too?
"That would be silly. Would you really want to get a cab dressed like that?" He eyed me up in down. Messy hair pulled into a sloppy bun, clean pair of boxers and a oh so soft t-shirt. I look like a horrible walk of shame, especially with my dress in my arms. "I would certainly pick you up but I think other's would get a bad memo from you." He joked.
"Very funny." I rolled my eyes leaning against the dresser patiently waiting.
"You sound like you're dreading this drive. I don't know how I feel about that." He teased standing so close to me that I could feel the heat of his breath on his neck. "You sure I need to bring you home?"
"I have two boys that need their Mama." I pushed him away.
I gave up enough this morning that I couldn't do anymore. I was not even regretting what I did. There was something inside of me that felt bad for this mere fact but I didn't know what to do about it. Do I just shake it off and forget even if I don't want to or do I pretend to regret it?
If I'm not regretting it, is something wrong with me?
We walked in silence, but it wasn't awkward, it was comforting.
Snap out of it Brooke Baker, something is most definitely wrong with you.
The whole car ride was also in silence. I was so sure that I would never regret this, never ever will I.
Something is most definitely wrong with me.
"You didn't need to drive me home. I could've called a cab or something." I spoke looking up at the big house I lived in. "I mean thanks though."
"No problem." He leaned up, pulling his wallet out of his back pocket before pulling out a business card and handing it to me. "Call me sometime." He finished with a wink. "I can totally rock your world again."
Rock my world? What is this high school?
"Maybe." I exited the car, grabbing my dress that was hanging in the back of his BMW. "Bye Lucas."
I walked up the sidewalk towards the front door and I knew he was watching me. I could feel his eyes in the back of my head.
"Mama!" My boys scream running into me as soon as I walked into the front door.
"We missed you!"
"I missed you two, so much." It was one of the first nights I've ever been away from them for the entire night. "Go watch some television and let mommy get changed, okay?"
"Where'd you go Mama?" Grant asked, "Daddy stayed up stairs when we woke up."
"Oh did he? Mama just went to a friend's house for the night. Remember when you had a sleep over with Jack? Well I was having a sleepover with my friends."
"I hungry, Mama. Daddy can't cook." William spoke pouting slightly. Whenever he pouted I just wanted to squeeze his chubby angelic cheeks that he had since he was a baby.
"Okay, let Mama get dressed and then I'll make you two lunch, how about that?" I ruffed the curly locks on top of his head that Julian told me should be chopped off. "It will only take a short time, okay, boys?"
"Okay," Both responded running off to watch television.
I dreaded walking up those stairs. I didn't want to give him any details that are not needed. He said sex once, it happened three or four times. I hated that I enjoyed it completely.
"Look who finally arrived home?" Julian laid on the bed looking like he was waiting for me, "And wearing his clothes, classy."
"Well I had no other clothes besides my dress and I was not going to wear that home." I walked to the closet to put on a simple pair of leggings and a sweatshirt. I was not planning on doing anything today. Damn those three day weekends from school and Julian being off of work.
"So did you do it?" He flatly questioned.
"Yes I did." I said loud enough for him to hear before mumbling 'lots of times'. "Happy? You got your way."
"And he got your neck." Julian stared at my neck as I quickly walked to the mirror.
I was going to kill Lucas Scott.
"Oh well." I shrugged it off, a little make up will help cover that up. "I did what you wanted me to do, be happy for that."
"I didn't want you to end up with freaking marks all over your neck. It makes you look like a slut, Brooke."
"Well, get over it." I rolled my eyes. I was tired and just wanted him to be thankful.
Thankful? What the fuck, Brooke? Why do you want him to be thankful for you to sleep with his boss?
I'm loosing my fucking mind. This situation is too intense to even imagine.
I heard him huff as I searched my purse for my phone. I wanted to add his number and maybe, if Julian ever pissed me off again, I'd use Lucas. You never know when you need your husband's boss's number.
I couldn't find it. If I don't find it I'm utterly screwed. The messages from Julian will let alone make anyone annoyed. Lucas, from the temper I seen, will be pissed.
The truth was in those texts and I do not want Lucas to know that, not yet at least.
"I can't believe you stayed the night there." Julian's mind was turning, I can see. "Instead of just coming back with me. I had to leave alone, you know how embarrassing that is to come with your wife but leave alone. Good image for my colleagues, Brooke. If I can't keep my wife happy, then I can't possibly keep my workers happy. This was all not part of the plan."
"Well we have bigger problems right now," I mumbled nervously. "I think I forgot my phone with him."
"If I loose my job over your stupidity, you are dead." Julian screamed running out of the room acting like a child.
All I wanted to do was ignore him, climb into bed with my boys to snuggle and watch television. It was dreary out, so that did not help my plan at all.
"Mama, I hungry!" I heard William yelled. It would be a matter of moments before they would bombard me.
"I'll be right there, bud." I sighed not really wanting to face Julian right now.
"We had so much fun at Grandma's, Mama." Grant smiled as I placed a sandwich in front of him. "We baked cookies and Grandpa even came over!"
I sent Julian, who was silent as can be a quick look wondering what that was all about. As far as I know, Julian's parents are like Heaven and Hell; total opposites that hate each other completely. Our wedding was pure hell because of them.
"We slept in a tent!" William spoke up excitedly. "Daddy, can we sleep in a tent?"
"Maybe tomorrow, William." Julian didn't even look up form the newspaper. I saw the disappointment on my youngest face instantly.
"I think we can make a fort in your room tonight, Will?"
"Can we Mama?" Grant asked just as excited.
"What do you say Julian?" I questioned trying to get him to talk to me.
"Yeah sure." He shrugged still not making any eye contact.
This was going to be a long day.
-XO-OTH-XO-
Both, William and Grant passed right out in the 'fort' we made by using Grant's bed and trundle bed along with many blankets and pillows. They had a blast in that damn thing that I'm scared to admit that it will be up for as long as I can imagine.
"Julian," I spoke softly and calmly walking into the bedroom we shared, "Please talk to me. I did what you asked even if I didn't even want to do it. Why aren't you okay with it?"
"What I wanted you do to?" He sounded stunned. "I thought maybe if this family was important to you, you'd do it, but I can tell you enjoyed that little whorish move."
"Whorish?" When the word dripped out of his mouth I was ready to explode. "You asked me to do this. I did it against my will and yeah maybe I did enjoy it for once in my life. So kill me."
Smack. He fucking smacked me across the cheek.
This just keeps getting worse and worse.