Trying to Score
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Man, she was going to kill him.
Lucas was cutting up pieces of watermelon thinking about the day he took that picture of Fallon when Aiden called for him again.
“Um. Lucas?”
Lucas wiped his hands on a towel before leaving the kitchen to find Aiden. When he searched the living room and offices with no luck, Lucas headed upstairs to find Aiden in his room. Aiden stood beside Lucas’ bed looking up at the picture of Lucas and his dad. Lucas went around his bed and prepared himself to answer questions about his dad. It was going to be hard, but Aiden was a questions kind of kid. So he took a deep breath and stood beside Aiden, tucking his hands into his pockets.
“Yeah, bud?”
“Is that your dad?”
“Yeah, and that’s me,” Lucas said, pointing to his seven-year-old self. A smile formed on his face as he glanced at the picture, Aiden looked so much like he did when he was a kid. The only difference was the nose, and maybe the cheeks. Everything else was Lucas. Levi was an idiot for thinking that Aiden wasn’t his.
“We look exactly alike.”
Lucas shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, but we have different noses and cheeks,” Lucas pointed out.
“I have my mom’s nose.”
“Yeah,” Lucas said with a nod before looking down at Aiden. Aiden turned and looked up at him, his eyes wide as he blinked twice at Lucas. Nothing was said as the two stared into each other’s eyes, but then Aiden asked, “You’re my dad, aren’t you?”
Chapter 19
“Aren’t you?”
Lucas couldn’t speak; he couldn’t even form a thought. The way Aiden was looking up at him — with his face full of fear — scared Lucas shitless.
This was about to go really bad, Lucas could tell by the look on Aiden’s scared little face.
“Are you my dad, Lucas?” Aiden asked once more. Lucas closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath. He didn’t want to do this without Fallon, but Aiden was leaving him no choice. He opened his eyes, looking down at his son, before slowly nodding.
“I am.”
Aiden took in a sharp breath as he took a step back, his eyes wide.
“You are?”
Lucas nodded again, bending down so he was at the same level as Aiden. Aiden seemed to like when he did it before, and Lucas liked it too. He liked being on the same level as Aiden, he never wanted to seem like he was talking down to him.
“Yeah,” Lucas answered after a moment.
Aiden didn’t say anything as he stood there blinking at Lucas. Lucas didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything either. When Aiden’s eyes started to fill with tears, Lucas was brought to his knees, moving towards him.
“Aiden, buddy, don’t cry,” he said softly as he tried to grab Aiden’s hand. Aiden shook his head, moving away from Lucas again.
“Why didn’t you want me?”
A heavy feeling filled Lucas’ stomach as Aiden ran past him into the bedroom bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Lucas felt he had just been hit in the chest with a puck shot by Shea Adler as he slowly fell back onto to his hunches and then to his ass. When Aiden’s quiet sobs reached him from the bathroom, Lucas felt as if his were soon to follow.
What the hell was he going to do?
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Fallon’s mind was still going 900 miles an hour even with her being dead on her feet. The night before was a sleepless night because really? Who could actually sleep after rolling around in bed with Lucas Brooks? She was a complete mess. She had meetings out the ass that day and not getting sleep the night before was not good. She basically had to drag herself out of bed the next morning, just to make sure she didn’t see Lucas.
It wasn’t that Fallon didn’t want to see Lucas, it was more that she was scared. Scared that she might feel regret for what she did, or worse, that she wouldn’t. Fallon was a walking question mark. One minute she knew what she wanted, and that was to keep Lucas at arms length away. The next minute, she wanted to be on her back with him on top of her, ravishing her with his naughty mouth. Her body sang for his, and she really didn’t know how to handle it. Fallon knew for a fact it was a bad idea to get involved with Lucas, but why didn’t her body know that? Why couldn’t her brain and her body get on the same wavelength so that she could actually function when it came to Lucas?
It had only been a week of seeing him on a daily basis, and Fallon was a basket case!
Lord, what was she gonna do?
Fallon stood at the end of the long black, glossy executive table. Her father sat at the other end, his eyes on her, along with the eyes of the 18 other board members. Fallon was going over the mark ups for the campaign between the Assassins and Rocky Top since it was to start in a couple of weeks. She was also explaining the dates and when things would start running. Fallon was so tired, but she didn’t let anyone know that as she worked the room. It made Fallon feel good when one of the board members would nod or smile at her. It made her feel as if she was succeeding and after the week she had, she could use the good vibes.
“So Mrs. Adler is on board?” William asked.
Fallon nodded. “Yes sir, we start April second.”
“Lucas Brooks is the spokesman?” William asked with a hairy eyebrow raised.
Fallon didn’t look him in the eyes as she nodded again. “He is. He is the only one that volunteered.”
“I see.” Fallon heard him say, then she heard a knock on the glass wall. She looked over and Kristi, the front desk girl, held up her phone, shaking it at Fallon. Fallon shook her head and looked out at the table.
Lucas was cutting up pieces of watermelon thinking about the day he took that picture of Fallon when Aiden called for him again.
“Um. Lucas?”
Lucas wiped his hands on a towel before leaving the kitchen to find Aiden. When he searched the living room and offices with no luck, Lucas headed upstairs to find Aiden in his room. Aiden stood beside Lucas’ bed looking up at the picture of Lucas and his dad. Lucas went around his bed and prepared himself to answer questions about his dad. It was going to be hard, but Aiden was a questions kind of kid. So he took a deep breath and stood beside Aiden, tucking his hands into his pockets.
“Yeah, bud?”
“Is that your dad?”
“Yeah, and that’s me,” Lucas said, pointing to his seven-year-old self. A smile formed on his face as he glanced at the picture, Aiden looked so much like he did when he was a kid. The only difference was the nose, and maybe the cheeks. Everything else was Lucas. Levi was an idiot for thinking that Aiden wasn’t his.
“We look exactly alike.”
Lucas shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, but we have different noses and cheeks,” Lucas pointed out.
“I have my mom’s nose.”
“Yeah,” Lucas said with a nod before looking down at Aiden. Aiden turned and looked up at him, his eyes wide as he blinked twice at Lucas. Nothing was said as the two stared into each other’s eyes, but then Aiden asked, “You’re my dad, aren’t you?”
Chapter 19
“Aren’t you?”
Lucas couldn’t speak; he couldn’t even form a thought. The way Aiden was looking up at him — with his face full of fear — scared Lucas shitless.
This was about to go really bad, Lucas could tell by the look on Aiden’s scared little face.
“Are you my dad, Lucas?” Aiden asked once more. Lucas closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath. He didn’t want to do this without Fallon, but Aiden was leaving him no choice. He opened his eyes, looking down at his son, before slowly nodding.
“I am.”
Aiden took in a sharp breath as he took a step back, his eyes wide.
“You are?”
Lucas nodded again, bending down so he was at the same level as Aiden. Aiden seemed to like when he did it before, and Lucas liked it too. He liked being on the same level as Aiden, he never wanted to seem like he was talking down to him.
“Yeah,” Lucas answered after a moment.
Aiden didn’t say anything as he stood there blinking at Lucas. Lucas didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t say anything either. When Aiden’s eyes started to fill with tears, Lucas was brought to his knees, moving towards him.
“Aiden, buddy, don’t cry,” he said softly as he tried to grab Aiden’s hand. Aiden shook his head, moving away from Lucas again.
“Why didn’t you want me?”
A heavy feeling filled Lucas’ stomach as Aiden ran past him into the bedroom bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Lucas felt he had just been hit in the chest with a puck shot by Shea Adler as he slowly fell back onto to his hunches and then to his ass. When Aiden’s quiet sobs reached him from the bathroom, Lucas felt as if his were soon to follow.
What the hell was he going to do?
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Fallon’s mind was still going 900 miles an hour even with her being dead on her feet. The night before was a sleepless night because really? Who could actually sleep after rolling around in bed with Lucas Brooks? She was a complete mess. She had meetings out the ass that day and not getting sleep the night before was not good. She basically had to drag herself out of bed the next morning, just to make sure she didn’t see Lucas.
It wasn’t that Fallon didn’t want to see Lucas, it was more that she was scared. Scared that she might feel regret for what she did, or worse, that she wouldn’t. Fallon was a walking question mark. One minute she knew what she wanted, and that was to keep Lucas at arms length away. The next minute, she wanted to be on her back with him on top of her, ravishing her with his naughty mouth. Her body sang for his, and she really didn’t know how to handle it. Fallon knew for a fact it was a bad idea to get involved with Lucas, but why didn’t her body know that? Why couldn’t her brain and her body get on the same wavelength so that she could actually function when it came to Lucas?
It had only been a week of seeing him on a daily basis, and Fallon was a basket case!
Lord, what was she gonna do?
Fallon stood at the end of the long black, glossy executive table. Her father sat at the other end, his eyes on her, along with the eyes of the 18 other board members. Fallon was going over the mark ups for the campaign between the Assassins and Rocky Top since it was to start in a couple of weeks. She was also explaining the dates and when things would start running. Fallon was so tired, but she didn’t let anyone know that as she worked the room. It made Fallon feel good when one of the board members would nod or smile at her. It made her feel as if she was succeeding and after the week she had, she could use the good vibes.
“So Mrs. Adler is on board?” William asked.
Fallon nodded. “Yes sir, we start April second.”
“Lucas Brooks is the spokesman?” William asked with a hairy eyebrow raised.
Fallon didn’t look him in the eyes as she nodded again. “He is. He is the only one that volunteered.”
“I see.” Fallon heard him say, then she heard a knock on the glass wall. She looked over and Kristi, the front desk girl, held up her phone, shaking it at Fallon. Fallon shook her head and looked out at the table.
