Ellen Is Mine

I didn't know you'd be here?

Patrick's POV:

Pulling up to the driveway of Kate Walsh's house, I see Sandra and Justin standing outside, both holding a bottle of beer and giggling like best friends. I get out of the car after getting ready at the trailer. I don't have much on, just a pair of dark blue jeans and a button up white shirt. Kate Walsh saw my car pull up from her window and places down her Martini, and comes jogging outside. Or trying to in her tall heels. She quickly pulls me into another tight hug.

"I'm so glad you made it!" She lets go from the hug. She's slightly taller than me at this point, which makes me feel uncomfortable since I like being taller than most women. That is.. Ellen is much more shorter than me so I can tower over her. Which I love to do.

"There's board games.. everyone is here.. there's a crab and mayonnaise dip!" She states all at once as my mind gets disgusted. Crab and.. mayo dip? That doesn't sound like a good combo.

"Is there drinks?" I ask desperately rubbing my head.

"Yeah! We got coke.. and caprisuns but those are mainly for me. I like drinking those on-"

"Alchohol.. I meant alchohol." I say annoyed.

"Oh yes! We have plenty of alchohol." Kate smirks brightly. I hate her cheery happy expression. Even though she is a great person, it annoys me sometimes. Most of the time actually.

I nod my head and slip past her into the house. Sandra and Justin look at me before I enter.

"Mcdreamy came!" Sandra exclaims.

"Didn't expect you to show up at all." Justin says sipping more of his beer. I smirk and slip inside.

"What's wrong with him?" Justin whispers to Sandra, but I can hear clearly.

"Who knows." She says sipping more of her beer.

"Does he know Ellen is coming?" Justin questions.

"Nope. Me and Kate came up with a brilliant idea that Ellen could come and Patrick could come without either of them knowing! So then Ellen could talk to him because it's getting real annoying when she comes into my trailer and talks about him 24/7." She laughs loudly. I turn back around and head into the house. This makes me want to drink even more. She talks about me? I'm guessing not in a good way. Shit. I need beer.

Ellen's POV:

I pull up to the house after getting ready at my own house. I have a short black simple dress. Sandra spots me and comes running towards me. I could tell she's a bit drunk.

"You made it!" She yelled.

"Yeah.." I giggle at her drunk self.

"Well.. someone is here and I don't.." She slurs.

"I don't want you to get mad at me." She finishes her sentence.

"How much have you had to drink?" I question taking her beer bottle to set it down on the end table once we gotten in the house.

"Not many drinks. About like.. uh.. 6 beers. They were itty bitty little things." She shows me the size with her hands. I pick up the beer bottle.

"This is itty bitty?" I chuckle showing her the beer bottle.

"Very small." She takes it back and chugs it.

"Go get some!" She pushes me into the kitchen. Right as I get in I spot Patrick drinking multiple bottles of beer at the kitchen island.

"Go on!" Sandra slurs as I turn around with wide eyes.

"Why is Patrick here?!" I whisper furiously.

"Surprise!" Sandra puts her hands up like it's the best surprise.

"I wanted you two to like.. talk.. and like.." She couldn't come up with words.

"Talk. Go talk to him. Imma go back to Justin." She giggles and walks out of the kitchen. Patrick doesn't notice me standing watching him as she continues to drink small sips from his beer. Okay Ellen, just go to the fridge, grab a beer, and head out. I listen to my brain and straighten my short dress, and start to walk over to the fridge.

Patrick spots me.

"Oh great." He chuckles to himself. I look back at him.

"What?" I question calmly.

"You're here. Perfect little Ellen. Always get the guys huh." He says in his drunk self. I open the fridge and grab a beer.

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about Chris. That little bastard doesn't treat you better than I do. I treat you like a queen. But you don't see that." He slurs again.

"Chris is a great man. Don't you say that about him Patrick."

"He's probably fucking other women right.. now." He taps his finger against the counter.

"His dick is probably the size of a shrimp. Can't fuck you good." What Patrick said was true. Chris's private is pretty short. But Chris loves me. And that's all that matters. But I would love to see Patrick's dick size..

"You're drunk Patrick."

"And what about it?" He says getting up from the island seat with his beer in hand.

"I'm telling you the truth right now. Just accept it." He grits his teeth. He continues with his rant.

"You get all mad because I said I love you. Bullshit!" He yells.

"You would've accepted the truth if Chris wasn't in your life wouldn't you?" He questions drinking his beer.

"That's not true-"

"You want every other man but me! But I treat you so fucking good. Better than Jillian, better than all of those woman that I kissed." He rubs his forehead and places down his beer.

"And I love you and.." He stops yelling and looks at me. I place down my beer next to the fridge.

"I know you do Patrick. The love you give me doesn't go unnoticed. But it can't happen." I say looking down at the marble floor.

"And why can't it happen?" He says coming around the island and inching towards me.

"Because you are married.. we've been over this before." He starts to get closer. I step back, but he continues to walk forward. I walk bluntly behind me, not looking to where I'm going. Feeling a door behind me, I proceed and open it, leading me into the small pantry. He follows, closing the door and locking it.

"No Patrick we.. we can't." I mumble out enough so he can hear me. My core starts to become hot, and needs attention. I bump into the shelfs. I'm now trapped.

"No one needs to know." He whispers as he's straight in front of me, looking down, staring into my eyes. His eyes turn a dark indigo.

"You're drunk. You'll regret this." I state as his alchohol smelling breath inches towards my neck.

"I won't regret anything that I'll do to you." He whispered against my neck, placing a sloppy kiss against it afterwards. I breath heavily. He stops for a moment, before continuing to kiss my neck. I let him.

To be continued..