Prequel to As Lovers Go 3
*Thanks for the warm reviews! It makes me so happy to know you guys are still interested in this. I'm back in school now, so I will try to update as often as I can, but, it depends how much time I have after school stuff.
*As always, this is as fiction as it comes. *
December 2010
Normally, David loved parties. He had a wild soul. One...that was not easily tamed. He often felt bigger than life and thrived off the excitement that lifestyle created. Parties, were euphoric to his soul. The hustle and bustle of the lights, the music, the liquor, the women...it was all a comfort to the restlessness he felt within. They acted like a cure.
Standing against the wall, he frowned at the realization that he did not enjoy the party he was at. Not....even a little. Fox knew how to put on a good time. They usually spared no expense for their fall and winter parties. It had all the elements David SHOULD have enjoyed. The room was filled with hundreds of gorgeous women. Seven different bars were pouring alcohol as if it were water, and the place was filled with energy.
David grasped his drink in his hand a little tighter and then gulped it down in one large sip. It burned his throat, but he was used to it. He knew getting another from the bar would arise suspicion. So instead, he kept the empty glass in his hand and let his gaze fall to the executives and producers he knew were watching him like a Hawk.
He hated having to live his life under scrutiny. He hated having to answer to the network. He hated...having his co-workers and bosses judging his every waking move. But, he knew he deserved it. David was considered a risk to the network and to the show. The big wigs at Fox were not pleased about the sexual harassment law suit that had been filed against him and the network. In fact, they practically threatened not to resign his contract if he didn’t get his act together. He knew it had to be done. He knew it was the right thing to do. But, the reckless part of him wanted to flip them the bird and down as many drinks as he could. He didn’t understand why his brain was wired to walk the fine line between recklessness and pure stupidity.
David’s therapist (whom he saw twice....sometimes three times a week) told him he was self destructive to an almost pathological degree. He didn’t understand how that was possible, his therapist didn’t either.
The loud, thumping beat of the DJ speakers pounded into his chest. Leaning his back against the wall, he could feel the music pulsing through the brick interior. Normally he would dance. But, he was in no mood. He felt out of his body, as if he were looking down upon the scene from above. David’s therapist had also told him that was a clear indicator that he was depressed. He had scoffed at him. What was there to be depressed about? The fact that he had ruined his marriage? The fact that he barely got to see his children? Or....the fact that everyone was so weary of what he would do that they treated him like a child and watched for any signs of a break down?
Groaning...David sat the empty glass down on a near by table and fumbled with his cell phone. His hands had to be doing something, or he’d be tempted to get another drink. He mumbled a few curses as he watched people make their way to the dance floor. Coming to this party was not his idea. In fact, he had tried everything he could to get out of it. The network however, claimed it would look bad if he wasn’t there. The very same people who wanted him to stay sober and clean his act up....were encouraging him to head right back into the atmosphere that got him into trouble in the first place. Talk about enablers.
He was so lost in his brooding thoughts, that he did not notice an unfamiliar figure approach until she was almost on top of him. “You looked like you needed a friend.” The woman thrust a drink into his hand and stared at him with a suggestive grin.
She was brunette (but not the real kind) and tiny. His gaze automatically drifted to her black dress that barely covered her thighs. Her large breasts were spilling out the top. He had never seen her before. But, her intentions were clear as she placed a flirty hand on his bicep and squeezed.
The drink was cool against his palm. Though it wasn’t hot, it burned like a hot piece of coal as he became overly aware of how much he wanted to gulp it down.
“I’m Tiffany. You have the biggest muscles I’ve ever seen.” He smirked, because he never could resist a girl who could stroke his ego. David thought of a lot of things as he flirted with her. He thought about the drink in his hand and how easy it would be to gulp down one after the other until his mind became numb and he wouldn’t have to be inside himself any more. He thought about Tiffany’s cleavage and her ass and how great it would feel to take her home and tear the dress right off of her. He was single....a free man. No one would ever have to know. Tiffany could fix him. At least....for a few hours. She could make the restlessness disappear. She could ease the burden....she could make the party more fun.
Leaning over, he whispered a few lines in her ear. The lines were so cliche and ridiculous. But, they had worked on women like her before. Women who wanted a piece of his fame ate up his charm the most. It was something he had learned early on. Her cheap, but sexy perfume invaded his nostrils and brought his mind back to times when he had no other care in the world.
Still, the fantasy didn’t last very long. Glancing around, he noticed he was being watched more than usual. They were being inconspicuous of course, but it was hard to miss the strategic location of some of the networks most elite producers. He wasn’t the same man he used to be. His therapist told him that after every session. He was changing. Morphing. Transforming into the man he had deep inside of him. The man who had morals. The man who longed for honest to god love, the man...who didn’t need to escape to women, or alcohol, or any other substance to ease his mind. Though the change was good, David didn’t understand why it felt so bad. He didn’t understand himself at all.
His eyes roamed over Tiffany’s delicious curves one more time and when he looked up, his eyes landed on the one woman he had been waiting all night to see. She was late to the party. Her directing debut was the following week and she had had too many things to do in order to make it happen. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun with curly tendrils framing her face. Her mile long legs were visible beneath a short, emerald green cocktail dress. Their eyes met from across the room, and suddenly, he couldn’t hear the music, of feel the cold glass in his hand, or smell Tiffany’s perfume.
Emily unintentionally created attention wherever she went. She radiated an energy people were attracted to. Even while people came up to her and engaged her in conversation, her eyes stayed glued to his. Her smoky blue eyes held no hint of accusation. They were not suspicious. They were not concerned. Instead, they said ‘I’m here for you.’ He smiled, in a way he reserved just for her. She smiled back....and the restlessness in his soul became just a bit more bearable.
It didn’t take long to shake of Tiffany. While he was a master at getting the girl, he was also a master of getting rid of them as well. Not many words were spoken between him and Emily once he approached her. They exchanged pleasantries, and then...without a word, she gently took the glass from his hand and placed it on a nearby table.
His hand was empty, but the knowledge that she was there....kept him reigned in. With that focus, he didn’t think so much about the alcohol, or the atmosphere, or the women. She was enough.
*As always, this is as fiction as it comes. *
December 2010
Normally, David loved parties. He had a wild soul. One...that was not easily tamed. He often felt bigger than life and thrived off the excitement that lifestyle created. Parties, were euphoric to his soul. The hustle and bustle of the lights, the music, the liquor, the women...it was all a comfort to the restlessness he felt within. They acted like a cure.
Standing against the wall, he frowned at the realization that he did not enjoy the party he was at. Not....even a little. Fox knew how to put on a good time. They usually spared no expense for their fall and winter parties. It had all the elements David SHOULD have enjoyed. The room was filled with hundreds of gorgeous women. Seven different bars were pouring alcohol as if it were water, and the place was filled with energy.
David grasped his drink in his hand a little tighter and then gulped it down in one large sip. It burned his throat, but he was used to it. He knew getting another from the bar would arise suspicion. So instead, he kept the empty glass in his hand and let his gaze fall to the executives and producers he knew were watching him like a Hawk.
He hated having to live his life under scrutiny. He hated having to answer to the network. He hated...having his co-workers and bosses judging his every waking move. But, he knew he deserved it. David was considered a risk to the network and to the show. The big wigs at Fox were not pleased about the sexual harassment law suit that had been filed against him and the network. In fact, they practically threatened not to resign his contract if he didn’t get his act together. He knew it had to be done. He knew it was the right thing to do. But, the reckless part of him wanted to flip them the bird and down as many drinks as he could. He didn’t understand why his brain was wired to walk the fine line between recklessness and pure stupidity.
David’s therapist (whom he saw twice....sometimes three times a week) told him he was self destructive to an almost pathological degree. He didn’t understand how that was possible, his therapist didn’t either.
The loud, thumping beat of the DJ speakers pounded into his chest. Leaning his back against the wall, he could feel the music pulsing through the brick interior. Normally he would dance. But, he was in no mood. He felt out of his body, as if he were looking down upon the scene from above. David’s therapist had also told him that was a clear indicator that he was depressed. He had scoffed at him. What was there to be depressed about? The fact that he had ruined his marriage? The fact that he barely got to see his children? Or....the fact that everyone was so weary of what he would do that they treated him like a child and watched for any signs of a break down?
Groaning...David sat the empty glass down on a near by table and fumbled with his cell phone. His hands had to be doing something, or he’d be tempted to get another drink. He mumbled a few curses as he watched people make their way to the dance floor. Coming to this party was not his idea. In fact, he had tried everything he could to get out of it. The network however, claimed it would look bad if he wasn’t there. The very same people who wanted him to stay sober and clean his act up....were encouraging him to head right back into the atmosphere that got him into trouble in the first place. Talk about enablers.
He was so lost in his brooding thoughts, that he did not notice an unfamiliar figure approach until she was almost on top of him. “You looked like you needed a friend.” The woman thrust a drink into his hand and stared at him with a suggestive grin.
She was brunette (but not the real kind) and tiny. His gaze automatically drifted to her black dress that barely covered her thighs. Her large breasts were spilling out the top. He had never seen her before. But, her intentions were clear as she placed a flirty hand on his bicep and squeezed.
The drink was cool against his palm. Though it wasn’t hot, it burned like a hot piece of coal as he became overly aware of how much he wanted to gulp it down.
“I’m Tiffany. You have the biggest muscles I’ve ever seen.” He smirked, because he never could resist a girl who could stroke his ego. David thought of a lot of things as he flirted with her. He thought about the drink in his hand and how easy it would be to gulp down one after the other until his mind became numb and he wouldn’t have to be inside himself any more. He thought about Tiffany’s cleavage and her ass and how great it would feel to take her home and tear the dress right off of her. He was single....a free man. No one would ever have to know. Tiffany could fix him. At least....for a few hours. She could make the restlessness disappear. She could ease the burden....she could make the party more fun.
Leaning over, he whispered a few lines in her ear. The lines were so cliche and ridiculous. But, they had worked on women like her before. Women who wanted a piece of his fame ate up his charm the most. It was something he had learned early on. Her cheap, but sexy perfume invaded his nostrils and brought his mind back to times when he had no other care in the world.
Still, the fantasy didn’t last very long. Glancing around, he noticed he was being watched more than usual. They were being inconspicuous of course, but it was hard to miss the strategic location of some of the networks most elite producers. He wasn’t the same man he used to be. His therapist told him that after every session. He was changing. Morphing. Transforming into the man he had deep inside of him. The man who had morals. The man who longed for honest to god love, the man...who didn’t need to escape to women, or alcohol, or any other substance to ease his mind. Though the change was good, David didn’t understand why it felt so bad. He didn’t understand himself at all.
His eyes roamed over Tiffany’s delicious curves one more time and when he looked up, his eyes landed on the one woman he had been waiting all night to see. She was late to the party. Her directing debut was the following week and she had had too many things to do in order to make it happen. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun with curly tendrils framing her face. Her mile long legs were visible beneath a short, emerald green cocktail dress. Their eyes met from across the room, and suddenly, he couldn’t hear the music, of feel the cold glass in his hand, or smell Tiffany’s perfume.
Emily unintentionally created attention wherever she went. She radiated an energy people were attracted to. Even while people came up to her and engaged her in conversation, her eyes stayed glued to his. Her smoky blue eyes held no hint of accusation. They were not suspicious. They were not concerned. Instead, they said ‘I’m here for you.’ He smiled, in a way he reserved just for her. She smiled back....and the restlessness in his soul became just a bit more bearable.
It didn’t take long to shake of Tiffany. While he was a master at getting the girl, he was also a master of getting rid of them as well. Not many words were spoken between him and Emily once he approached her. They exchanged pleasantries, and then...without a word, she gently took the glass from his hand and placed it on a nearby table.
His hand was empty, but the knowledge that she was there....kept him reigned in. With that focus, he didn’t think so much about the alcohol, or the atmosphere, or the women. She was enough.