He swore if he ignored everyone long enough and just did his work he would make the day go by faster. However the time gods or whoever was in charge of making time fly were not on his side today, or any other day this week. Instead he would sit in his office, listen to his friends go on and on about their weekend and him resist every feeling inside of him to punch them all in the face.

"Don't worry about it Luke," Nathan shrugged as he sat in his brother's office. "There are other girls out there," he tried to remind him but knew it was pointless. His brother was hurt; he was hurt and crazy about some girl who lied to him. No matter if Nathan didn't understand all that was happening he knew his brother wasn't just going to wake up and stop feeling all he was feeling.

"Yeah other girls who don't spin on poles for money," Tim joked, no one in the room but Felix finding it funny. "But as strippers go she was pretty damn hot."

"Sign this," Clay dropped a paper on his desk choosing to ignore them all. All he wanted was to get work done and get back home, he had too much shit to deal with and listening to these jackasses talk about his little sister wasn't on the list.

"Yeah and a mom," Felix pointed out, all too smug about it all. "She had that whole hot mom, I would totally do thing going," he smirked leaning against his friend's desk. "I mean I bet the crazy shit she let you do to her Luke," he slapped his hand to his back, watching as he cringed.

"And this," Clay dropped another paper, trying his best to bite his tongue.

"You just had to put up with kid-"

"Hey!" Clay snapped, sitting down the contract in his hand. "Shut the hell up alright," he ordered so over the Brooke bashing. "You don't know anything about Brooke or her son and you aren't going to sit there and talk about her like you are so much better than her. She is an amazing mother and person and you don't know one thing about her!"

"I know she is trash," Felix mumbled, spinning a pen on Lucas's desk.

"Ok…" Nathan stepped in front of Clay when he started moving towards Felix. "I think its best you go. If Lucas needs you for something he knows how to reach you."

"Whatever," Felix flicked the pen standing up and walking out, Tim following behind.

"What the hell is the matter with you?" Clay asked Lucas as soon as the door shut.

"Clay…" Nathan tried to calm him but Clay shook him off.

"You know her! You know how amazing she is and how she is a great mom and person, instead of being a man and standing up to them, defending the girl you claim to care about you let those two dipshits talk shit about her?"

"I need to fax these," Lucas slid his chair back standing up. Really not wanting to explain anything he was thinking or feeling to anyone at that moment.

"Coward," Clay called as his friend paused at the door. "All you are is a coward. I mean did you even care about her? Or just dropping lines to get what you wanted from her?" he asked and Lucas stood still. "Yeah," he scuffed. "You really aren't that much better then Felix. Least he is honest about not giving a shit about a girl, they know they are getting used, you just weasel your way into her life and her child's life and screw everything up," he snatched his coat off the chair and storming passed his friend. "Jackass," he muttered slamming the door.

"I do care," Lucas said, his back to his brother. "I care so damn much that I hate going home every night because my apartment smells like her," he spun around dropping in a chair. "My bed, my clothes, things she left over. Hell I crawl out of bed and step on one of Easton's toys and the thought I'm not going to see him to give it back is killing me."

"Luke…man I… I don't even know what I'm supposed to say," Nathan frowned, sliding in a chair by his brother's desk. "I've never actually been in a situation like this before," he let out a dry laugh, it being very true. He had experienced a lot with his brother in their life together, especially with girls. He knew how to handle when his brother wanted to end things with a girl, what to say when he had been cheated on and what to do when Theresa broke up with him all those thousands of times. However he had no idea in hell how to talk to him about a girl, who he was sure his brother was head over heels for, about lying and being…a stripper. "Just…just remember it's just a job Luke. It's a terrible one but it's something she had to do for her child. To a point…to a point you have to understand that."

"Her…job," he felt ill addressing it, thinking about her dancing around and all those gross old men touching her. Them looking at her girl with lustful eyes and…god the thought of the feelings he knew she had to feel killed him. He hated to think her mind set every time she took that stage. "Isn't what bothers me…"

"Really?" Nathan raised a brow, a little shocked by that.

"Well, I mean, obviously it bothers me, but it…god I don't know," he shook his head, not really sure he could explain it. "This is just all too much to handle…" he rubbed a hand over his face, pulling in a deep breath.

"Have you tried talking to her?" the dark haired boy questioned, not to shocked when his brother shook his head.

"I've tried to call…even let it ring about twice but then I just hang up," he frowned shaking his head. "I've even drove by the diner a few times, almost walked up to her apartment but I just don't know what I'm supposed to say. I love her Nate," he let out a dry laugh, looking up at his brother who saw all the pain in his eyes. "I love that girl so damn much…and it's been a damn week and I can't stop thinking about her…and Easton… I just… I miss them," he shrugged, never realizing what they meant to him until they were gone.

"Can't…can't you just forgive her?"

"It's not that easy," Lucas told him quickly, shaking his head and wishing it was. "I know you don't get it," he shoved himself from the desk and grabbed the papers up. "No one gets it…no one will ever get it," he growled, knowing no one would understand what he was feeling…what he was thinking and how he was almost positive his whole would was crashing around him. All he wanted was her out of his head…he had to find a way to get her out of it.

"Thanks again for watching him Rach," Brooke smiled at her friend before her. Her really being her last chance tonight. She had no one to help her, Clay said he wasn't going to supply a babysitter for her if she was going back there and made Quinn promise not to watch Easton. Plus he also made her promise that she was quitting…

She lied and said she would.

However even though she wanted too…more than ever, she still had bills to pay…bills no one else was going to pay for, so she couldn't just quit.

"No problem Brooke," Rachel gave a tight lip smile, knowing it was better if she just didn't ask questions. Brooke was her friend, her best friend and if she was honest her only real friend. She wouldn't do nor say something that might upset. She didn't know all the facts…however she knew enough to know her night wasn't going to be spent with a gorgeous blonde she was so crazy about. "Just…be careful ok?" she said carefully and the brunette slowly nodded.

"Mommy…" Easton called as he say coloring a picture before him.

"Yes, baby," Brooke slowly made her way over to her little boy in the living room.

"Can you give me my bath?" he peered up at her with those gorgeous blue eyes and her heart broke.

"I can't tonight," she frowned, running her hand through his blonde hair. "But you know…you can just skip your bath tonight…mommy will give you one in the morning," she gave him a broken smile and he let out a grin. "Then maybe we can get breakfast," she suggested and his smile grew more.

"With Lucas?" he questioned and she resisted the urge to cry, glancing up at her red head friend who looked down.

"No baby…not with Lucas," she told him and it killed her when his smile vanished.

"Why?" he questioned, not stupid to the fact he hadn't seen him in what felt like forever.

"Well sweetie, Lucas has been very busy lately," she told him, never knowing how she was going to explain Lucas's disappearance to her little boy. He was so innocent, he wouldn't understand her saying they broke up.

"But… I miss him," he told her and she let out a crackled laugh.

"Mommy misses him too," she pulled him into her lap, dropping her head to kiss the top of his. "I love you, mommy loves you so much. You know that?" her eyes filled with tears as she squeezed him tight.

"I love you too mommy," he frowned a little, turning his head and kissing her cheek. "Night mommy."

"Night my sweet boy," she kissed his forehead and he wiggled from her lap and down the hall to his room.

"Call him Brooke," Rachel said as her friend rose to her feet. "Just call him and tell him you miss him."

"I can't…" her voice cracked as she walked over and grabbed her purse from the counter.

"Why?"

"I just… I can't Rach," she shook her head, no one ever getting it. "He…he hasn't even tried to call me. I get the hint; he wants us over…so…so I guess I just have to accept it."

"Did he actually say that Brooke?" her red head friend question but she just remained quiet. "He isn't going to get over you that fast Brooke…so…so don't let him go that quick," she told her, Brooke frowning as she played that in her head.

"I… I have to go," her voice cracked more as she grabbed her coat. "I'll be home in a bit. Have a good night," she forced a smile, rushing out the door before the new set of tears started to rush out again.

The whole atmosphere felt different, it felt wrong. Well obviously it always felt wrong but now was different. Maybe it was because everyone knew, maybe because it was the cause of Lucas leaving her or maybe it was because this large asshole man was dragging her down the hall to meet with some man…Maybe it was just all of it.

"I'm not doing it Ron," she gritted her teeth resisting the urge to punch him.

"Look Brooke," he gripped her arm so tight it hurt. "You bring in customers so I keep your ass around and let you get away with doing less shit than anyone in here. However when someone offers me what he just offered I don't give two fucks about your morals," he shoved her down the small hall. "Now put on the smile, stick out your chest and make me my damn money," he hissed, turning away from her and put the door.

"Bastard," she growled, turning on her feet and towards the backroom she had avoided for the longest time. "Look," she started talking before she even got all the way in the room. "I get you paid your money and what you are expecting but you won't be getting that from me," she informed him, walking over and shutting the curtain on the window Ron had a habit of looking creepily into. He said it was to watch the girls, Brooke felt it was to just get his jollies off. "I don't do that but I can find you a real nice girl who will do it just-" and she spun around to the man standing by the back window and stomach dropped. "Lucas…" she wiped her hands on her top suddenly wishing she had something that covered her barely covered body. "I…" her voice cracked not sure what she was supposed to say to him. However his hand just went up stopping her and before she had a moment to blink he was standing in front of her.

His hand threaded up through her hair, gripping it around his fingers and she hated he wouldn't look her in the eyes. They would rest on her lips, on her body, on her cheek or even her forehead but he was resisting every impulse in him to look her in the eyes.

"Lucas…" she tilted her head to the side kissing the palm of his hand and he yanked in a sharp breath. Sliding his hand down the side of her body and gripping onto lacy corset. Spinning her around so fast it made her heart race as he walked her over to the bed, her trembling legs slamming into the side and dropping down, him suddenly falling on top of her. His mouth dropping onto her neck, biting down and making her body arch under him.

He wasn't being gentle with her anymore; it wasn't like their nights together. The way his hands would slide along her body felt foreign to her, the way he attacked her neck if she was honest hurt more than it turned her on and the fact he still wouldn't look at her nor kiss her made her heart race and body tremble, pressure quickly building in her eyes.

"No…" she pushed her hands into his chest, his body feeling about a million pounds on top of her. "I don't want to…" she wiggled her body, him quickly not being the man she had spent so much time with, the man she had fallen in love with. "Daises…" she whispered out and his head flew back to look at her, the first time looking her in the eyes and she saw how cold they were, but that only lasting a moment before he jerked back away from her, his eyes scanning all over her body as if it was the first time ever seeing her.

Shaking his head as he stayed with his eyes widen, grabbing his coat that was off the chair and moving towards the door.

"Don't…" her voice shook making him freeze. "Don't leave," she begged, standing up on her wobbling legs and moving over to him. "Please…" she slipped her hand in his feeling it trembling. "Don't leave me," she slowly turned him to look at her. "I…I'll go with you. We can talk, we can do whatever you want," she pleaded, sliding her hands up to his face and bringing his head to rest against hers. "We can go home," her voice cracked, a tear slipping down her cheek. "We can make love," she said and his eyes snapped up to look into hers. "Remember that night? Remember how perfect it was?" her throat tightened as she looked at him, seeing so much pain racing through him and hating she was the cause of it.

"I can't…" he shook his head, pulling her hands away from him. "I can't do this," his voice shook with emotion, turning away from her, not being able to look at her as he walks away.

"Please don't go," her voice broke. "I love you…" she confessed, making his body freeze at the door. "I…I love you and I know…I know I messed up but I know you love me. I know you do," tears trickled down her face as he turned around to face her. "I can still see it, behind everything when you look at me I can see you still love me," she said, him walking over to her nodding as his large hands framed her face.

"You're right," he looked down at her, watching her bottom lip tremble. "I do love you; I don't think I've ever loved someone like I do you. And I would have given you everything, I would have spent the rest of my life making sure I made you and Easton happy," his voice cracked and he pulled in a deep breath looking at her. "You just…you never trusted in me enough to do it," he gave a small shrug, pushing himself away from her.

"That's not true!" she grabbed onto his arms. "That's not true Lucas I trust you, I love you," she sobbed clinging onto him. "You love me!"

"And I wish I didn't," he pulled in a deep breath, closing his eyes at the pain that comes from her. Opening the door and pulling away from her before he changed his mind. Him almost positive in that moment he never experienced such a pain before.

Sorry its short…but I hope you enjoy and please review!