She sighed dramatically. "Lunch time. I think I might stray from my diet." She picked up his jacket. Nick chuckled, buttoning up his shirt. "You've got candy in here." She dipped her hand into the inner pocket. "I'm not always on drugs. Or you." He took the jacket. She bit her lower lip smiling. "You bad boy." Then she pat her hair down and smoothed her dress. "Come on." They stepped out of his office, his hand over her shoulder. "Lucille." He called out when he saw her for some reason. His girlfriend looked up at him and then at the girl he'd called out to. "I heard you quit yesterday. You had Mister Atkins very upset. What are you doing here?" "Hi." She had to do this. Be strong, don't let your voice break. She looked at the girl then at him. "I need to talk to you." "Sure. Babe, head down would you?" "Don't take too long." She kissed his cheek. How would he take this? "What is it? And I'm in a bit of a hurry." Oh to ruin his lunch date w
She wasn't the only one dazed by the news. Madison however, recovered faster than both girls did. Geegee was having trouble digesting the words the doctor said. Lucille found herself standing in the corner of the room hoping the edge would open up and swallow her. She blinked rapidly, her eyes stinging with tears. A throat cleared. "How long?" "Three months." She answered her mother before she realised it. She turned sharply to look at her daughter backing her. "Give us the room would you?" The doctor nodded and left. "Lucille." She started towards her. Seeing Lucille's body shake as she cried. "Lucille." She reached out for her. "Mom I'm sorry." Lucille turned abruptly. Looking extremely helpless. Madison pulled her into a tight hug. "No no. Shh..." Her voice soothing as she stroked Lucille's hair. Her heart shattered seeing Lucille that way for the first time since she was a little girl. "I'm sorry mom, I didn't-" "It's okay." Lu
He'd done it again. Granted, it was only the second time, but he'd watched her getting into another car from his window. His head fell back over the back his couch, body slanting and arms spread out. What possessed him to speak as he had? Regret and guilt made him weak. And to think he'd left those feelings at the office. Her fury blazing eyes haunted him. Two days passed. They had work to do but he let her absence slide. Maybe if he left her alone to calm down, apologising would be much easier. "How far have you gone?" His father asked. "Far enough." He scratched his cheek. "Be more specific Nick. Suzanne says Lucille hasn't left this floor." "You listen to everything Suzanne says?" He sat back. "You upset the girl." "And I'll apologise. Don't get involved." "Why would I?" "Why are you asking me questions?" Neither of them intended to answer the other's questions. Bryan blinked once. "Don't you have a meeting soon?" "Don't you?" Nic
Strange, it didn't feel like she was in her room. Granted, a few times she'd felt that way on her bed. But for some reason, she knew once she opened her eyes, she'd find herself on a strange bed. Her eyes opened slowly. Damn it, she was right. She sat up abruptly upon realising. Crap, Nick Atkins' bed. She would do anything to go back to those few seconds before she remembered. She looked over to the other side of the bed, it was empty. So was the room. It was her best chance to sneak out. She got up and began dressing up. All the while panicking and hoping he wouldn't walk in at any second. Good thing the sun wasn't out yet. Nick worked on his computer, adjusting and readjusting things he had most likely gone over before. The rays from his monitor illuminating the small room. Through his slightly open study door, he heard the wooden floor boards creak accompanied by the sound of slow moving footsteps. He turned his head a bit. Not to see her walk away, as his head barely m
The loud ringing of His phone pulled him out of his sleep. He inhaled deeply as his eyes flew open. His vision a bit blurred, making him rub his eyes while sitting up from the couch he had passed out on and reaching for the phone. "Yeah." He said, stuffing his hand into the right corner of the couch for the tiny transparent ziplock. The interior of his apartment was dim. Thick dark drapes keeping the sun from streaming in. "It's not for another hour." He poured the drug on the coffee table, made it into three lines and went for it. The lines disappeared as he snorted. "But Mister A, we still have to go thr-" "I'll be there. Okay?" He raised his head and wiped his nose. "And stop panicking. You're my assistant. You've been slacking cause Mister Atkins assistant's been working with us. Pick up the damn pace." "Yes Mister A." Nick hung up. He rubbed his forehead and then his eyes again. He probably looked like crap, and smelled like on too. The shirt he had slept in looke
The girls talked about everything and laughed at everything. Buzzed from their drinking and still excited from the dancing. The back of the town car was alive with laughter on the drive back to Lucille's place. "Ok wait. Ok wait." Geegee said while trying to control her laughter. "Julian." "What about Julian?" Doris asked."Was Nina hurt? When she broke up with him." "You mean was Julian hurt?" Lucille questioned, the laughter in her eyes begging to burst. "No I mean Nina.""Then why did you say Julian?" Lucille chuckled. Geegee shrugged, eyes half closed. "You know her. Hurt is anger, anger is sometimes hurt." "Not just her. You too." Doris ruffled Lucille's hair."Hey!" Tabby called out. "Remember when you both had those songs? How old were you? Eighteen." She answered her own question. "And you and Nina called yourselves Redies?" Geegee smiled. "Those were cool songs. For that time.""Yeah they were." Doris agreed. "It's fun to dance to sometimes. But