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!

I'm sorry that it took so long to update! Last week life was pure hell. I had so many assignments due and I was beyond stressed. Then this weekend my elbow swelled up and has two large bumps that make it almost impossible to type... thanks iPhone for have a speech ability. I spoke into my phone to finish this chapter so ya'll have an update. As of right now, I'm heading to my second doctor to help figure out what is wrong with my elbow. Till then, enjoy this chapter!

Sugar, We're Going Down Swinging
Chapter Five
Julian's Point-of-View

I blamed everything on Brooke, might as well. She deserved it. It was her stupidity that has me a nervous wreck as I walk into my office three days after everything.

This weekend I spent most of it talking to the boys and ignoring Brooke. She could feel the tension, and I could tell the boys did but I still kept ignoring. Ignoring was better than fighting. If I fought with Brooke, even more, the boys would be terrified.

My anger got the best of me that Friday night, I admit it. I smacked her because I didn't know what else to do. My mother always obeyed my father, and Brooke wasn't obeying me. She needed to be put in her place and a quick smack did just that. I pray I never have to do it again, but you never know. Brooke is heading back down the path of being stubborn and I can't have that.

"Good morning, Felicia." I waved softly at the secretary stationed outside of all the manager's offices. "Hope you enjoyed the long weekend."

"Yes I did, Mr. Baker." She smiled. "Mr. Scott made a meeting with you at nine this morning and left me a note to tell you to meet him in his office."

Crap, why does he need a meeting? Did he look at Brooke's phone? Damn her and her unlocked phone just so the boys could play with it once in a while.

"Thank you for letting me know."

"He's in a bad mood. Mr. Dan Scott was around with him earlier this morning."

That just made me feel petrified to walk into that room in ten minutes. Can I actually manage to face him? I'm not sure at all. I'm feeling so small right now.

The feeling that your bosses, boss is waiting for you is sickening. Who knows the reason behind it. Many reasons flew through my mind in seconds as I sat and turned on my computer. I had enough time to quickly check my email before heading off to that meeting.

From: Scott, Lucas

To: Baker, Julian

Sent: Friday October 17th, 2014 at 12:15pm

Subject: Brooke

Thank you for allowing me to enjoy your wife Thursday night, she's more than you ever brag about, but let me make something clear. You crossed a line.

-Scott

Vice President of Scott Enterprise.

Well that was a strange email. I crossed the line? What did I do to cross the line? I mean I didn't flat out say "hey, sleep with my wife so I can keep my job". I would never sink that low.

I checked more emails, before noticing one from Brooke and she never emails me. Brooke was a quick text or phone call type of conversation, not email.

From: Davis-Baker, Brooke

To: Baker, Julian

Sent: Monday, October 20th, 2014 at 8:20am
Subject: Nothing

The boys are in school. I'm heading to my mother's for the day. Pick the boys up at 3. I'll be home tomorrow.

She didn't even sign the email, no "I love you" or even Brooke or B. Nothing was written to indicate love we hold for each other or respect.

And her mother? Why the hell would she go to her mother's? All Victoria Montgomery-Davis is good for is making Brooke's life a living hell.

I needed to get in touch with her. I jotted down a quick email response:

From: Baker, Julian
To: Davis-Baker, Brooke

Sent: Monday, October 20th, 2014 at 8:50am

Your mother's, really? I thought you hated her? When did this change? I will not be able to get them at 3. I have a meeting till 3:45 so find other arrangements for them.

I'm sorry about Friday. We will talk when I get home today. I expect you there.

Love, Julian

Quick and to the point, exactly what I wanted. She's lying in her email so I might as well lie in mine. I knew for a fact she will never go to her mother's just because, just like Victoria would never show up just because.

I sat looking out the window waiting for a response from her. Right now, I was doing everything possible not to go into that meeting. Who knows what it is about, but it was nerve wrecking waiting for it.

From: Davis-Baker, Brooke

To: Baker, Julian

Sent: Monday, October 20th, 2014 at 8:55am
Subject: Kids

Well then you need to figure it out, I have a doctor's appointment that I've been waiting for a long time for. If you want your so-called plan to work even more, I need to go to the doctors.

Figure it out.

She didn't respond with what I was hoping for, but I guess that's what I get for lying about the meeting.

I guess I'll be leaving here at 2:45 today.

I quickly checked the clock and noticed I had two minutes to make my way down the hall to the conference room for this meeting.

I rushed, grabbing a pad of paper to take notes if need be or to doodle if I was extremely board.

My mind kept wondering, replaying the fight over and over again. I just didn't think Brooke would go through with this; it wasn't like her at all.

Did she really enjoy him that much? Was she lying about having a doctor's appointment? I mean she never mentioned having one before so why all the sudden does she have one now?

Her one comment was repeating itself over and over again. "I did what you asked even if I didn't even want to do it. Why aren't you okay with it?"

Why wasn't I okay with it? I mean yeah, no one wants their wife sleeping with someone else beside himself, but I couldn't understand why I was so jealous of it.

It seemed like she was enjoying it, something I'm not use to seeing. Yeah we have sex and all, but when it comes to Brooke I'm not sure what her wants or needs are in that area. She doesn't really preach about it much.

"Glad you could make it, and on time this time." Dan Scott in between his two sons at the head of the conference table surrounded by other managers and secretaries.

Dan Scott was a man that made anyone terrified. I personally think his son's are even terrified of him. I have never seen or heard of either Nathan or Lucas Scott stand up to him before.

"Sorry I ran a little late this morning." I made up some lame excuse trying my best not to look Lucas in the eyes. I'm that annoyed by him. I didn't think he'd follow through with anything.

I quickly watched Nathan leaned back and whispered something into Lucas's ear and then they both looked at me.

I could tell they all knew what happened, like everyone was speaking behind my back. My days at this job were close to ending.

"Today we need to discuss the numbers. As of right now we are on the right track but it seems that some more people need to be cut." Dan smirked his evil smirk. It made me shiver, just like everyone else in the room. "I am contemplating the letting go of four more managers till we will be on track with the plans."

"Four more?" One manager spoke softly but yet nerves could be heard. "That would only leave three managers left."

"Glad you know math, Franklin, at least someone in this place does." Dan hissed louder slamming his hands on the counter rattling the whole wooden table.

It made me jump slightly out of the chair and sit up straighter in the chair.

"By the end of this day, four managers will be gone. Till then, toughen up and do your jobs. This is it." Dan dismissed us all and I got the hell out of there.

When I got back to my office, I quickly again checked my email, hoping Brooke would email me back before starting work.

From: Davis-Baker, Brooke

To: Baker, Julian

Sent: Monday, October 20th, 2014 at 9:15 am
Subject: Kids

I will not discuss anything that happens till you figure what the hell you want from me. I will be staying with my mom tonight. Make sure you get Grant to school at 9 tomorrow and then drop William off at my mother's. I may be home tomorrow if you learn to apologize.

Me apologize? I didn't get that at all. Did I do something wrong? Nope. I did what was needed for my family and for myself. It did seem like Brooke got something out of it.

"Baker," There was a knock at the door. I knew that voice, that voice I wanted to never hear from again. "I think your wife wants this back." He placed the phone.

"Yeah," I didn't even look at him, my eyes stayed focused on the computer screen. "Thanks."

"If you want some advise, don't sell your wife out as a prostitute to keep your job." Lucas hissed, "Because pretty soon she'll find someone who excepts her for her, like me." He smiled cockily and then fixed his tie. "I mean I surely enjoyed her on Thursday night. Over and over and over again."

I growled at him. Not many words would express the anger I was feeling. My face was red, my anger was on a continue rise. I was ready to scream and punch him in the face.

"No wonder she wants to get the hell away from you." He snickered coming right to my face. "Can't handle that your wife actually enjoyed someone else besides you?"

"Watch it," I managed to hiss out loud.

"If I were you, I'd watch out. One wrong move you'll be out of here, and Brooke we'll be crawling right back to me."

Right now I wanted to get in his face, maybe even punch him. It took everything in me not to punch him straight in the face and quit this job.

I did this all to not loose this job but as of right now I don't care. I held everything in and I was going to break.

And I did. It took one second for my arm to wined back as if I was going to punch him but he stopped me.

"No, no, no, I wouldn't do that if I were you." He smirked lowering my arm down. "I could have your ass easily gone by now and what would that do to Brooke? I'd be careful if I were you, one wrong move and she's all mine and your job is gone."

"You can't threaten me with anything like that."

"Technically I can, seeing as I'm your boss and you just sell your wife out for your job." He looked over at the computer screen, "From the looks of it, your marriage is already on the rocks." Lucas smirked.

As much as I wanted to slap that smirk off his face, I held back.

"It's none of your business what is happening."

"It becomes my business because of what is on this." He pointed to her phone. "I would watch yourself, Baker. You're getting yourself into trouble."

And he left.

I was getting into trouble, deep trouble.

How the hell do I make this better?