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?

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

Well isn't this fucking great? Brooke's gone, the boys are gone and I'm stuck with my mother. I don't mind my mother, not at all, some may assume I was a Mama's boy but if it was between my wife and children or mother, I'd pick my wife and kids.

"It will get better, Ju-Ju Bear." Mother stared at me from across the table.

We were eating in complete silence because I couldn't figure out what to say at all. She kept speaking and I just kept ignoring.

"Brooke will come around as soon as you put her into her place in this household." She spoke again, "Use your power as a man and do something about it. Go get her."

"For what reason Ma? It sure as hell doesn't seem like she wants to be here right now." I shoved my plate away. I needed a beer, an ice-cold beer. "If she wants to be gone, then I won't fucking stop her but I sure as hell make her life a living hell."

What was I going to do you ask? I was going to hit Brooke were it hurt the most, the boys. I'll do whatever the fuck is possible to make sure she'll never see them again. My mom raised me to be a perfect gentleman and with her help I can do the same for them. Grant and William need their father, not their mother.

"So you'll let her just go and do whatever she likes?"

The stare my mother gave me rocked me to the core. I haven't seen that look since I got in trouble in high school or was it when I brought Brooke home for the first time.

"This is not up to you." I stood up leaving the table. "I'm going to bed."

Bed my ass. I just didn't want to hear her preach some more about wifehood. Brooke loved being the wife I wanted her to be at least I thought so. She was ecstatic to be able to be a stay at home mom with the boys and give them the guidance she wanted. I never knew she felt so horrible about it.

I fucked up, majorly.

My anger gets the best of me, I'll admit that, but Brooke pushes me to the breaking point. She knew what made me angry: ignoring my wishes and especially going against my mother.

I needed to sleep but I knew it wouldn't come.

Everything made me want to go into that office and beat the living shit out of Lucas. Who cares if he was my boss? He is or use to fuck my wife. MY wife, not his. His sorry ass can't handle having a wife. He doesn't know how to handle a wife.

I ended up drinking half a bottle of scotch; leaving twenty more messages to the five previous ones I already left Brooke.

Tomorrow will be hell.

-XO-OTH-XO-

"Looking like hell, Baker." Dan Scott commented the moment I walked into the office.

My hair was a mess, I look fucking exhausted, and I was chugging my coffee like it was going to keep me alive.

I just stared at him, walking quickly past him towards my office.

"Meeting in ten minutes." He yelled after me.

Great. Just fucking great. What a great morning after a night of hell.

"You know, your office isn't that bad. Anyone, say if you get replaced, they'd love this office."

There in his ass of flesh was Lucas fucking Scott.

I didn't respond to him, why should I? I'm not going to give into his need of angering me.

"What cat got your tongue? Don't like what you started and how it completely failed you? Or that your wife likes me more?"

"Can you please leave?" Calm and to the point, nothing more was needed.

"Nah, technically I own this office, and you." He snickered some more. "Looks like you've had a shitty night, trust me today will not be your day."

I became worried now. Why would it get any worse? What the fuck is worse than having your wife leave you? Nothing can possibly be worse than that. Nothing.

"Trying to figure that out huh?" He replied standing up and walking over to me. "You'll find out in five minutes or so." He snickered again walking out.

This was so not my day, not at all. Fucking hell, that's what it was.

Five minutes later I made my way to that crappy, stark white conference room hoping it can only go up from here.

But Dan's voice is echoing through the hallway. He's mad, something bad must have happened to have him that mad.

"This business will suffer with this, Lucas. I should've listened to myself when I knew you weren't meant for the business world. What the hell were you fucking thinking!" Dan's voice was loud and powerful echoing through the conference room. "Keep it in your damn pants for once!"

"Oh come on." Lucas voice grew loud. "What does it fucking matter what I do dad? It's not affecting you at all. I was doing it for me."

I heard things being thrown around and now I was second guessing walking into that conference room. I slowly gained confidence, something I never knew I really had in these situations, and knocked on the door and walked in.

"Just who I wanted to see." Dan Scott smirked a winked at me. That wink sent chills down my spine. "Sit, we have a lot to discuss."

"About what?" I nervously asked, hoping they don't see the nervous sweat dripping from my body.

I was sitting on one side; Lucas was sitting on the other, while Dan Scott sat in the middle.

With only being the three of us in this room, I had some idea what this meeting was about. Did Dan Scott find out about my deal with Lucas? Most fucking likely! Awesome, not!

"I want you two idiots to shut the fuck up and listen to me right now." Dan threw his hands on the table. "You are both in deep shit right now. One of you can't seem to keep it in their pants and the other one is too busy being a pimp."

So this is about the deal. I wonder how he found out. I mean, Brooke never comes to the office, at least that I know of, and I don't go prancing around stating how I'm giving my wife to Lucas for the night.

I looked to Lucas who was rolling his eyes like a teenager before he spoke up, "I never promised anything and am not breaking any rules here."

Never promised anything? He did fucking promise me something. This fucking job is what he promised me.

"Both of you are on suspension till I get to the bottom of this. Julian you are excused. Lucas your ass better stay in that chair." He demanded. "Go home for the day and let me figure this out."

"Okay," I calmly said but my anger was getting worse. I was ready to punch something, preferably not any person, but if someone go in my way, I wasn't going to stop them.

I quickly walked towards my office, to grab my jacket and keys. I was on a mission. I was going to figure this whole Brooke situation out. I knew were she was staying and I was going to force her home.

I quickly dialed her phone number and waited for her to answer. This time she actually did answer, surprisingly.

"What Julian?" Brooke hissed to me. If I was with her right now I can imagine she'd be rolling her eyes at me. She always did the same thing when she was annoyed with someone.

"Brooke you better be waiting for me with your fucking legs closed." I hung up. I was not going to hear her response. Her response would involve yelling most likely. I sat through Dan yelling. I was not going to allow her too.

I quickly exited the office only to catch the glimpse of a car that I helped buy, Brooke's car. It's sitting in the parking lot, in the corner, empty.

What the fuck was she doing here?

I quickly turned back on my heels, walking back into the office building. I was going to find my slut of a wife and I will make her pay.

She better hope she wont be found.

I first start in Lucas's office. That's the only place I can imagine her there. If his hands are on her, I don't give a crap.

Arrest me, do whatever the fuck you need to but once I get my hands on my wife she was dead meat. If his hands are anywhere on her, he most likely will be dead too. I was going to kill them both.

I gave a one-time thing to them and then they take that for granted by this? How dare they! I did nothing to deserve this behavior, nothing at all. I was looking out for my family. Family is important for me and I will do anything to keep my family together.

If Brooke wants to fucking leave me for some piece of shit then she can say goodbye to everything that she became use to and especially the boys. My mother and I will do a great job strengthening those boys to become perfect gentleman. Also how to handle their women would be a key lesson for them.

I stormed down the hall noticing the stares from everyone. Damn it! Why would I brag about my wife to them? They all probably know she's fucking here.

I pause at the door to his office. The shades are drawn blocking my view inside but I can hear two people talking. One was Lucas and the other was one I knew way too well.

She was laughing. Laughing like everything is okay. As of right now nothing is fucking okay. Nothing will be okay if I loose this job. I can't and won't because of Brooke not being able to keep her legs together.

"Let's just say he left right after." Lucas laughed, "Yeah I got my ass chewed by my dad because the cleaning lady found underwear on the floor but still."

"If he found underwear how did he know it was mine?" Brooke's voice was nervous and I could picture her with her head down kicking her legs back and forth as she sat on his desk.

"Nathan, my brother has a big mouth and he saw us leaving in the security cameras."

"Oh, I guess we need some where else to go." Brooke spoke and then I heard movement.

My anger rose some more as I tried to talk myself out of storming into that office right now and catching them in the act. I didn't want to catch them, that was the problem. Yes I started this but I though Brooke would be loyal to me.

A wife is supposed to be loyal to her husband in many ways. She was supposed to stand by my side no matter what, even if I was wrong, and be loyal in the relationship.

But she strayed, and I allowed it.

I gave up the voice in the back of my mind that told me to stay away and just leave. I gave it up because I felt like I was giving up on my marriage. I would never give up without a fight and a fight is what will happen.

I knocked before storming in. Being polite came first; damn you proper southern man.

Then the shuffling started. It sounded like he was trying to either pull up his pants, which in reality I would love to catch Brooke in a situation like that because the prenup, or he was trying to hide her. The middle of a Tuesday morning, he is supposed to be working, hell so am I!

I stormed in, nothing really stopping.

The look on their face is what killed me inside. Brooke didn't look embarrassed, she had a fucking smirk on her face like nothing happened or that she was even proud of what she was doing!

"Hi." Her voice was raspy and she did a small little wave.

"I thought you were told to go home, Baker." Lucas's voice was different. As Brooke's was soft and low, Lucas's was strong and loud. "I expect you to leave before things get worse."

"Worse? How do they get any worse then this?" I stared at them dumbfounded.

Brooke's playing with the bottom of her shirt at invisible strings hanging off of it. I can tell she knows something is going to happen. I even sense that this situation hit the explode button.

"Julian we were just talking, okay?" She tried calming me down using her mothering voice. "Nothing more. I needed someone to talk too."

"If you fucking needed someone to talk to, talk to me or anyone of your friends. You do not talk to him. I don't want you anywhere around him! Scott, keep your filthy hands off my fucking wife!" I walked up and grabbed Brooke by her arm. "Come on, we are leaving."

"Let go of me, Julian!" Brooke yelled making me angrier.

Couldn't she see I was pissed already? Why try to piss me off even more? Who knows what exactly happened in that room? It was my mind versus what she told me. I don't believe her, not at all, and not ever again. I will track her ass all the time from now on making sure she doesn't see him.

"No, we are leaving." I was calmer, but just as angered. I was seeing red still. So I started to pull her away from him and towards the door. "I suggest you watch it, Brooke." I warned her.

There was fright in her eyes, something I never seen. She looked terrified, and yet she kept looking at him, not me. What was so fucking good about Lucas Scott?

"I think she told you to let go." Lucas walked around his desk towards us now. "So I would let go."

"Stay the hell out of this." I gritted my teeth warning him. I lost the sensibility aspect here and didn't really care.

"One last time, let go of her." He warned.

But when I didn't respond all I remember is his fist hitting me square in the eye and blacking out.