Thank you to everyone who read or review the last chapter. Also, thank you to everyone who has added the story to their alerts or favorites. You guys made me wake up before seven on the Sunday before Christmas so I could work on this story.
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Warning: Sexual content and mentions of suicide.
Chapter 2: Monday morning reality
Betty was half willing to let him do what he proposed. She has never been kissed like this before. It was like she could not breathe. Walter had no idea what he was actually doing. With Daniel it was different. Her heart was beating fast and her eyes were dilated. She had no idea it was possible to do stuff like that with the human tongue. She couldn't get enough of this. Her heart was beating out of her chest. This was the type of kiss that only existed in cheesy romance movies.
When they finally pulled apart, that's when she began to panic. Girls like her don't get guys like this even if they are drunk and in a really weird place emotionally. If it wasn't for the cold temperatures, she would assume that she was dreaming. This was probably only happening because of alcohol. If Daniel were sober, this would not be happening. It was best for her to put an end to this right now.
"It's really great-I mean it's really late-not that kissing you was not great, it was. You are really good. I'm sure my Papi is waiting on the porch with a shotgun." She joked even though she wanted to continue what they were doing. His fingers were currently sneaking under her shirt going towards her bra.
"They do that in Queens? I thought only dads in the South do that. That happened to me once in college. It was scary as hell. I don't want to do it again." Daniel said slightly rambling but his hands kept moving.
"I was joking but I really do need to go home. The public transit system gets pretty much unusable if I leave much later." She said looking down at her watch.
Being somewhat of a gentleman, Daniel offered her a ride home. Although, he wasn't much of a gentleman on the ride home and she is surprised that he didn't talk her into doing anything he suggested in the back seat. It took all of her willpower not to give in. Walter never tried this much for sex. Did she mentioned that Daniel's tongue was magical and an evil part of her brain wanted to find out if what he promised was even possible?
However, she did successfully make it back to Queens without having sex in the car, although she did give Daniel her phone number. She knew he would never call or at least not for what he almost talked her into doing multiple times. Daniel just needed someone to share his grief with. She knew that they were still both drowning in loss. She was a little bit better than him. That was mostly because she knew this was coming and had a few more weeks to process it. He was a bit of a mess.
"Where have you been?" Her sister asked sleeping on the couch in her date clothes. Betty wasn't sure if she stayed up all night for her or just got in herself. It was a tossup.
"That catering job that you had me do, just so you could go out, was for a funeral." Betty started still quite annoyed despite how things turned out.
"Hey, I did you a favor. That job was for the Meade family. I know you go on and on about their magazines all the time. I thought you could make some connections." Betty wasn't completely sure if she was being sincere or not. Also, she thought that her sister could be slightly intoxicated due to all the slurring.
"I did make a connection with the youngest son. His brother died in a ski accident and he did not take it very well. Lots of wine was involved. I had to help get him home." What she said was almost true and she really hoped her sister did not see her blushing.
"Was that before or after he gave you a hickey?" Her sister asked pointing at the mark on her neck. Betty did not remember that happening but Daniel's mouth was everywhere.
"I have a hickey?" Betty asked with a squeak as her sister gave her a mirror. True enough she had a giant hickey on her neck. She would kill Daniel if she ever saw him again. How was she going to explain this?
"Look, I get it. After you were done, you stopped off at your boyfriend's house. You should have called me so I could cover for you." Her sister said smirking at her. It would have been an easy excuse but Betty did not want to use it.
"I wasn't with Walter. Actually I'm never going to be with that idiot again because I caught him making out with some skank." Betty said annoyed.
"How can you break up with him like that? Welter is a good guy. I'm sure it was just some misunderstanding. There are not that many good guys out there especially for someone like you." Her sister said essentially defending her now ex-boyfriend's behavior. This made her upset. She hoped she could blame her words on alcohol but Betty probably can only blame the truthfulness of the words on the alcohol.
Daniel who didn't really know her gave her support and told her she did the right thing. He also told her how he wished his mother could be that strong, instead of turning to the bottle every time his father did that to her.
"I know I'm not pretty like you but I deserve better than a guy who makes out with another girl behind my back. Glasses can be changed and braces were invented for a reason. That's just the outside. I'm not going to limit myself anymore by what people expect from me." Her sister's mouth was opened in shock.
"Also just so you know it was the youngest son that gave me the hickey. It probably only happened because he really misses his brother and likes talking to me, but he showed me I can do better than Walter. I know you love me but I'm a grown up now." With that Betty disappeared to her room.
The next morning, when she wakes up with a headache she is sure the entire thing was just some crazy dream until she sees her cell phone with a text message from Daniel asking her if she was okay. She was starting to wonder if she should assume anything about Daniel Meade.
Her sister asked about Walter the next day but she ignored her. Thankfully, she was too drunk to remember everything that Betty told her about what happened the night before or maybe she did not want to believe it. Walter also showed up on her front door Sunday morning. Her sister tried to get her to talk to him. If nothing else his stocking made Betty realized that she was too good for him. That evening Walter called her about six times, she hung up every time especially when he blamed her for his behavior.
When her phone rings for the seventh time in 20 minutes she was tempted to toss it out the window (it was a Christmas present from Walter anyway) until she noticed the Manhattan number.
"Hello, Betty's phone. If this is Walter, I'm hanging up again." Betty said picking up the phone.
"So the cheating bastard keeps calling you?" Even though she only spent one night with the guy, she recognized his voice. It was Daniel.
"Unfortunately, yes. My sister thinks I should forgive him. Also, thanks to your tendency to use my neck as a chew toy, I had to answer very embarrassing questions from my sister. Fortunately, she had too much alcohol to remember my answers." Betty said sarcastically.
"What exactly did you tell your sister?" Daniel asked her.
"The truth but she doesn't believe me or she doesn't remember what I actually said. Maybe she just thinks it's an alcohol fueled dream. I don't know. She thinks that I went over to Walter's house after work, made out like horny teenagers before I found some other girl's underwear in the couch cushions and that's why I broke up with him."
"That sounds pretty detailed. I think she's projecting. What type of underwear are you wearing? Is it something scandalous?" She blushed at his questions.
"I'm not answering that." Betty squeaked.
"I'm guessing the cheating moron never introduced you to the joys of phone sex." Daniel said after a moment.
"I'm not going to have any type of sex with you? You still want to have sex with me now that you're sober? Are you sober?" She asked still surprised by Daniel's behavior.
"Yes. I don't want to give into my mom's favorite coping mechanism at the moment." Daniel said with a hint of seriousness.
"That's probably good. So did you call for another reason other than trying to have phone sex?" She asked trying to be serious.
"I'm trying to convince you to have regular sex." Daniel joked or at least she hoped he was joking.
"Daniel!" She said locking her door. She seriously hoped her 10-year-old nephew did not walk in on this conversation.
"Okay, I wanted to know if you prefer Tahiti or Puerto Rico?" Daniel asked her in a random way.
"For what, Daniel?"
"For me to hide until this mess is over with." He told her.
"I have to go back to work tomorrow. Also, the will reading is at four. That just makes it all too real. I can't do this." She can hear his panic.
"Yes, you can. Just take it one day at a time. Tomorrow will be better than today." She said repeating something that one of the cancer counselors told her after her mother died. At the time it seemed ridiculous but two months later it was starting to actually make sense.
"Is that what you did?" Daniel asked her.
"My mom's life insurance plan is going to go to pay her medical bills we will not even have enough money left over to get my braces once everything is settled. Therefore, I really did not have to deal with the will thing. But as for everything else, yes. Maybe work would be a good thing. It's best to stay busy. I was actually happy for finals last semester. I was so busy working on essay for my Race, Gender, and Orientation in the Media class I kind of forgot how overwhelming things were." She told him honestly.
"I think that will not work when I see my brother's office down the hall. He was my boss." She frowned at that. She remembered how hard it was to be home and surrounded by memories of her mom. How much harder would it be to be surrounded by her at work as well?
"Oh," because she didn't know what else to say.
"I'm not sure I can take seeing someone else in his office." Daniel told her honestly.
"Going back to work may not be a horrible thing. You can honor your brother's memory by doing the best job possible at a place he loved." Betty said trying to recapture her optimistic spirit.
"I did tell you that my number one responsibility was to get prospective advertisers wasted so they would buy more ad space." She vaguely remembered him saying something like that.
"I know you do more than that. I liked your article in November's issue of Hudson." She told him honestly.
"You read Hudson?" He asked kind of shocked.
"Ever since I was little I wanted to start my own magazine. Actually I read all of the Meade magazines except Mode." Daniel's response was to laugh.
"I don't blame you. Be glad you didn't have to meet either of the evil witches in charge of that magazine Friday night. You were lucky to be hiding in the kitchen."
"Actually, you're the only one I saw. Honestly, I may have Googled you last night but I have read your work before and it's pretty good. I did not realize you were the same Daniel. The series about gender constructs in advertising was pretty interesting." She said with a blush glad that he could not see her.
"That's one of the few good articles I have done that has actually made it to publishing. Also, I just like to say that the thing with the twins and the yacht was completely untrue." He joked but she could tell that he was slightly mortified.
"I kind of thought so. You seem too nice, other than the sex addiction, thing to be like that." She said remembering some of their conversation Friday.
"I'm not a sex addict." Daniel said defensively.
"You offered to give me a…" Betty cannot even say it. She went completely crimson when he offered to go down on her in the town car on her way back to Queens. Actually he offered to do a lot of things to her and most of it was obscene. That was probably when she got her hickey. It looked worse now than it did Saturday morning.
"Blowjob," he prompted. She went Crimson again.
"Yes along with other propositions." Betty said still Crimson.
"I don't know why you find that so outrageous. I told you your normal person pretty."
"No Just give it a few days. Try to get yourself into some routine. It will make it easier." Betty said ignoring his sexual advances again. She knows it's not real.
"Can we meet for lunch tomorrow?" Daniel asked.
"Tomorrow is the first day of classes this semester and I'm also starting my new Job. But you can call me after the will reading." She offered knowing that he would need a friend.
"Okay, where are you working? I assumed that catering is not your calling."
"I've done it on occasion. But this semester I'm working at Westward animal hospital. I prefer not to give you a job description." She was cleaning up after the animals but it paid 16 bucks an hour so she took the job.
"That's not exactly in your field of study although it's probably better than catering a funeral." Daniel joked.
"Anything would be better than that. I like animals and the pay is good. I'm still saving up for braces." She had a feeling she would be saving up for her braces for the rest of eternity.
"There are a lot of paid internship at Meade publications. Some even have health insurance." Betty frowned when he said that.
"I applied for one last summer and the guy in HR told me nothing was available without even looking at my resume."
"I could still pull some strings." He said casually.
"If you did that I definitely would never sleep with you." She told him seriously
"So you're considering it now. I'm definitely more skilled than the moron and I can honestly say that you gave me the best kiss I ever had." Betty almost believed that Daniel was being sincere but it just cannot be possible.
"I'm not answering that. Good night Daniel." Betty said hanging up the phone.
As soon as she hung up her phone rang again. She assumed it was Daniel again so she did not even look at the number.
"Daniel despite what I accidentally implied earlier I'm not going to have sex with you."
"Who is this Daniel person?" Her ex-boyfriend asked.
"He's a much better human being than you." Betty said hanging up.
Two days after the disastrous funeral, Daniel was doing better. He was mostly sober for the weekend and he didn't break in to tears all the time. He also sent Bambi or whatever her name was away when she showed up at his apartment Sunday apologetic for abandoning him at the 'dinner party'. He shut the door on her even when she tried to kiss him. She wasn't Betty that was for sure.
Daniel called her Sunday evening during his mental freak out (and because he missed her). The thought of going into work Mondays scared the hell out of him but Betty talked him into showing up with her Betty wisdom. He was really starting to like this girl.
Today was also the will reading and Daniel wasn't sure he was going to survive without hitting a bar or losing the entire contents of his stomach. A crying jag was also highly probable. The reading of the will just made everything so final. Before Friday night, he was planning on being on a plane to somewhere warm and filled with alcohol to forget about this unpleasantness. However, that was what his father was expecting. He was tired of being that Daniel. He could never be Alex but then Alex could never be Alex. Also Betty's peptalk helped tremendously. Betty believed he could be more so he wanted to prove her right.
He arrived at the Hudson offices on time for once. The mood was somber. Everyone was wearing black. Alex's assistant Marisol had a box of tissues next to her desk.
No one had touched Alex's office. It was frozen in time exactly how his brother left it after the office winter spectacular, two weeks earlier. Was it only two weeks ago that his brother was standing in front of the staff making speeches about what they would be doing next year? Will any of that happen now? He was not even sure Jamie will stay on.
Daniel walked over to Alex's desk and grabbed a picture of the two as children. His father never liked it because it was of the two dressed in their mother's designer ball gowns. Alex always kept it on his desk.
"I didn't expect you to be here." Jamie said walking into the room and sat on the desk. Alex hated that.
"As far as I know I still work here. Although, I'm not sure if I feel like taking the guy from Atlantic Apparel to the Champagne room." Daniel said darkly. He was good with the advertisers. That was his special skill. Of course, they expected him to sell ads by flirting with the women and taking the guys to strip clubs. He could do more than that but no one expected it so he didn't try. Maybe it was time to try.
"I don't blame you." Jamie said with a slight shiver. "You still work here, at least until I'm no longer acting EIC and we find out who's taking over the magazine. Though, you usually don't show up before noon. I expected you to be on the first plane to somewhere warm that has vast quantities of alcohol and women. You didn't even make it through the dinner party."
"In my defense, I think everybody got the hell out of there after you and Jordan started screaming at each other. I just was nice enough to take one of the catering staff with me." Daniel said defensively.
"You know I hate her." Jordan and Jamie despised one another. Actually, Jordan has been trying to convince Bradford to get rid of Jamie when Alex refused to fire his creative director.
"I know why too." Daniel mumbled under breath. Judging by the expression on Jamie's face the man obviously heard him.
"I noticed the girl too. She's not your usual type." Jamie said obviously trying to get away from the subject of Jordan. "She looked cute in an 'I need to learn how to wear clothing that actually fits me' sort of way. But…"Jamie trailed off.
"You didn't expect me to see it?" Daniel prompted.
"Exactly, I mean you did bring Barbara to the funeral."
"I knew her name started with a B." Daniel mumbled to himself.
"The girl's name is Betty. No, she's not my normal type but she understood what I'm going through. Her mom died a couple of months ago and she has also grown up in the shadow of an older sibling. In her case, she was the good one who nobody paid attention to because her sister was a bit of a troublemaker. She got pregnant at 16. We talked for hours about everything. Sometime between pizza and the Brooklyn Bridge, I decided that running away is not a good thing. Okay, maybe she talked me into coming this morning last night. I think the best way to deal with this is to do the exact opposite of what everybody expects me to do." He couldn't stop smiling as he talks about Betty with Jamie.
"Good. I'm going to need you. I think you may be the only person who understands your brother's filing system. His assistant still hasn't found the last letter to the editor." For some reason, Jamie actually seemed sincere.
"It's usually in a folder labeled by the name of the bar where he worked on it." He answered honestly. His brother was notoriously crazy like that. Also, he did his best work at bars. The guy took his laptop everywhere.
"The scary thing is I know you're not joking about that. I'm glad you found somebody to talk to. Nobody saw this coming. I keep expecting him to walk into the room at any moment and yell at me for sitting on his desk." Jamie said staring out the window.
"I know…" Daniel started.
"I guess you would know exactly how miserable I feel right now, seeing as he was your brother. He should be here. We had so many things planned and now he's not…" Jamie's voice is shaky and he's not able to continue.
"No, I mean I know Alex wasn't just your friend." Jamie's eyes went wide.
"How much did he tell you?" Jamie asked as his eyes started to become moist with tears.
"Nothing, that's why I was suspicious, though, the fight with Jordan was a bit of a tipoff. Fortunately, I think my dad was too preoccupied with mom to figure it out. I've always known Alex wasn't quite the person that my father expected him to be but I still thought he was perfect. I still loved him." Daniel said honestly. There are things that annoyed him about his brother but the boyfriends were not one of them. (Okay, the cheating on Jordan thing was bad.)
"But he wasn't. No one's perfect. Yes, Alex was more than a friend. I'm not sure if I can do this. I actually drafted a letter of resignation." That panicked Daniel. Anyone else who took over this magazine would get rid of him even if his last name was on the front door. Jamie was one of the few that saw him as something other than the family fuck up. He wanted to stay here and do what Betty suggested.
"You can't do that. You and Alex created this magazine together. He would want you to take over." Daniel said with an odd mix of sincerity and bitterness.
"I'm not sure."
"I had the same anxiety last night and I called Betty. She suggested that the best thing I could do was honor my brother's memory by doing the best job possible."
"So that's why you arrived before noon?" Jamie asked with a smile.
"Pretty much." Daniel told him with a shrug.
"Okay, then I'm going to put you to work looking over the freelance articles for next month." Jamie said going into EIC mode.
"Alex…" Daniel started to say but stopped himself.
"Yeah, well Alex is not here and we both know I'm better with the visuals. You did minor in English in college and that's where you got your highest grades." How did he know that? He blames Alex.
He had a 2.8 GPA in college and that was only because of extensive tutoring, his last name, sleeping with a few professors, and the fact that he earned straight A's in every single one of his writing or literature classes. It was what he was good at. He sucked at business but he could write and he could definitely proofread.
"Okay." Daniel said in defeat.
When he was surrounded by articles about manicures and that it was okay to wax Daniel completely forgot about the empty office down the hall from him. Maybe Betty was right, he could do this.
Betty was starting to wonder if $16 an hour was not enough to have to clean up after the adorable cats that scratched and peed on her. By the time she got home she smelled like a litter box. Thankfully, the only reading she needed to do for the next day she was able to do during the slow times. She just wanted to take a very long bath. Unfortunately, Walter was waiting on her doorstep with half dead flowers and a new battery for her cell phone. She turned it off after he started calling her nonstop after her little slip about Daniel. She wondered if she was going to have to get a new number. There was no way she was getting back with him.
Unfortunately, her sister invited him to dinner. However, when she told her papi everything that Walter has done in the last few days, her father threw an entire bowl of fresh pico de gallo at him. Justin took a cell phone picture with her camera. After another argument with her sister about how she wasn't going to be able to do any better than Walter, she finally made her way to the bathroom.
Of course,Justin forgot to cut her phone back off after he took the picture and it started ringing as she was getting undressed. This was becoming very annoying very quickly.
"Walter, I think my papi throwing salsa at you was a pretty good indication that I never want to see you again." She said in to the phone.
"What did the idiot did this time?" She heard Daniel say indignant on her behalf.
"He tried to apologize by giving me half dead flowers and a new battery. Apparently, he thought that I was not answering his phone calls because my battery was dead not that I did not want to speak with him." Betty said as she took off her pants.
"Yet, you turn your phone back on for me. I'm touched." Daniel said sweetly.
"That was my nephew, he took a picture. I'll send it to you." Of course because she wasn't used to the phone she may have accidentally took a picture of her in the mirror mostly naked. She was also completely unaware that she took that picture until what Daniel said next.
"I don't think that was a picture of your ex-boyfriend you just sent me. If you want to send me a naked picture of yourself, you didn't need to use a silly excuse. I find the snowman panties unbelievably sexy. And just so you know Bambi or Barbie from Friday paid at least $20,000 for breast like yours. I really stand by my assertion that you are real girl pretty and maybe even moving into porn star pretty." Maybe if she wasn't mortified, she would find what he said flattering.
"Oh my God, what did I send you?" She said checking the message only to see a picture of her topless in snowman panties. She could die.
"Oh my God, can you please just delete that picture?" She asked as she sent him the correct picture.
"If you let me see the girls in person I may be persuaded." Daniel offered and maybe for the first time she realized he wasn't joking.
"I'm not going to have sex with you." She said halfheartedly. Even her resolve was starting to wane.
"Not so certain anymore are you?" Daniel asked almost smugly.
"So why did you call?" She asked trying to get him on another subject.
"Apparently, so you can 'accidentally' send me semi-naked pictures of yourself. Although the idiot covered in tomatoes is a nice addition. I needed something to cheer me up. Seriously, after what I just saw you can do a whole lot better." Again she could tell that he was being sincere.
"My sister doesn't think so." She said with a sigh.
"Well my brother didn't believe in my editing skills but Jamie does, so that's why I've been taking over Alex's editing workload before we even knew who was taking over Hudson." Daniel sounded both happy and sad simultaneously.
"So who's going to be your new boss?"
"Myself and Jamie." Again that strange mix of happiness and sadness was in his voice.
"Your dad named you to be your brother's successor? That's so great. See, I told you your dad really does believe in you." Betty said excitedly.
"No, Alex believed in me or maybe he was trying to figure out a way to leave his boyfriend the magazine without tipping our father off to what was really going on. Although, considering what else was in the will, I don't think that was the case." Now, Daniel sounded a little bitter.
"I'm confused. I just thought that your brother ran the magazine for your father."
"It's complicated. My dad and his crazy accountants decided to do some 'special' accounting to keep his bank accounts padded. Basically to save money on taxes, he placed some of the magazines in our names. My mom owns Mode magazine and the food magazine. I think I own Player and Diversity Business but I'm not sure. Alex owned Hudson and Out in Business. Unfortunately, my dad didn't realize that his creative accounting allowed Alex to give over control of these entities to whoever he wanted after his passing. He gave the business magazine to Jamie out right. But he wants us to split Hudson. He gave me the house in Paris but the loft in New York goes to Jamie. He also left Jamie a declaration of love that caused my father to have chest pains." She couldn't tell what Daniel was thinking from his words but it probably was not good.
"Is he okay?" Betty asked with concern.
"I'm not sure but I really don't care at the moment." Now Daniel just sounded bitter. "All the money went to some charity for transgendered youth that Alex created with the help of dad's special accountants, so who knows if it's actually a charity."
"What about Jordan?" Betty asked remembering Daniel mentioning the girlfriend. Actually, Betty remembers reading an article about her. She thought that the woman was very interesting and a role model to girls like her.
Jordan received a full confession and an apology for him for using her to cover up his true self. He also left her his expensive designer shoe collection.
"Except for some of the tennis shoes I doubt she will be able to use any of it." Betty said still confused.
"Oddly enough Jordan has very big feet and they wear the same size high hills." Daniel did not sound like he was joking.
"I'm missing something."
"We all were." Daniel said taking a shaky breath "Alex is, was transgender. A couple of months ago, he told dad that he was going to go through gender reassignment surgery. My father's response was he'd rather have a dead son than a transgendered daughter. Alex gave him his wish." Daniel was crying at that point even if he was trying not to.
"Oh God." Betty said fighting the urge to fall down onto the toilet or use it for other purposes. "So it was …"
"Yes. Alex killed himself because our father is a judgmental asshole." She could hear Daniel's anguish. "The worst thing of all was the only person who was supposed to be there for the actual reading was our father but the assistant screwed up and we all heard his very final testament."
"Are you okay?" Really she shouldn't be asking that question because she knows the answer but she does anyway.
"Not really. I'm better than everyone else. Like I said, dad had chest pains and was taken to the hospital by one of his 'special friends'. I have no idea which one. Mom is most likely on her third bottle of Chardonnay and she wasn't even actually there. Jamie and Jordan have been crying nonstop even though we're at happy hour."
"You're together?" Betty asked kind of surprised.
"We thought it would be better to be completely miserable together." Daniel told her.
"Jordan and Jamie are not trying to kill each other?" She remembered what happened Friday night.
"They may be taking Jell-O shots off of each other at the moment." Again she did not think Daniel was joking.
"Isn't Jamie?" Betty was not sure how to ask that question politely.
"He is bisexual/pansexual or in his words 'a lover of good people'. I really don't know what's going on at the moment. Although, according to Marisol, my brother's former assistant, people to stupid thinks at times like these. Although, thanks for the pictures. I'm slightly less miserable now." He almost sounded cheery.
"Glad my spectacular humiliation can cheer you up during this dark moment." She said almost happy for her little accident now.
"You can cheer me up more Saturday. Before those two started 'morning' with each other, Jamie asked for my help cleaning out the loft here in New York." Betty thought this may have been an attempt to get her in his bed but she doubted it.
"I can help on one condition." She said.
"What's that?"
"See your mother. I think she probably needs you more right now than anything else, especially if your father's special friends are anything like Walter's special friends." She told him.
"You drive a hard bargain Suarez."
"I'll call you in a few days. I'm going to have to turn off the phone again."
"So, I'm not going to be able to repay your kindness by sending you a picture of me re-creating a certain scene from varsity blues?" Daniel joked.
"Good night Daniel. You can get through this. I know you're a strong person." She said trying to reassure him.
"I'm sober right now, so I almost agree with you. Good night Betty." Daniel said ending the call.
Afterwards, Betty took a longer bath than normal. She felt horrible for Daniel. He must be miserable. Although he couldn't be feeling that horrible considering what he sent her the next morning. When she checked her phone, she discovered a picture of him naked except for a strategically placed patch of whipped cream.
To be continued
A/N: I just want to let everybody know that I am keeping the canon element of Alex coming back from the dead as Alexis. I just thought that she would try to mess with her father's mind a little bit more. However, I will say it may not be exactly like it was in the show.