Ellen Is Mine

Let's stay at the trailer

Guilt. Trouble. Satisfied.

3 words. Well 3 words that can contemplate what happened after the pantry incident. That's how Ellen felt. She felt so good. That feeling after having the best sex in the world. That's how she felt after the first time she had sex with Chris without Patrick in the picture. But this time, it was even better. The feeling.

Chris.

Goddammit. She totally forgot about him in the moment.

Jillian.

He was a married man. How could she do this? Didn't they plan for children? I mean.. Ellen did too. She planned to have 2 girls and 1 boy. The perfect amount of kids with the love of her life. But this wasn't the love of her life.

Patrick.

He was the one. He was the whole picture. She didn't want to break up his marriage. She already knew he would do it willingly just for her.

The only way to get these thoughts out of her head would have to be drinking.

Drink drink drink until the thoughts went away.

Ellen walked up to the refrigerator and bent down to grab an ice cold beer. She put it on the counter and then grabbed 2, 3, and even 4. She had to drink. She knew there would be more after this.

Grabbing the 4th beer, she could feel a man slap her butt and squeeze it tightly into his palm under the dress; since she didn't have any panties on.

She quickly bent up and turned around to find a smirking Patrick.

"I'm ready for round two whenever you are." He grabs her tightly by the waist.

"You're drunk and we've done enough." Ellen pushes Patrick away respectfully using her hand and grabs her 4 beers.

"What do you mean by enough? I didn't get to finish before you just hopped off of me." He stumbles over to her sitting at the island opening a beer.

"Jillian. And Chris. Remember your wife and my boyfriend?" Ellen chugs the beer into her mouth, feeling a heap of guilt.

"Well it was good wasn't it?" He walks up behind the stool she is sitting in and puts his hands on either side of the counter, right next to her arms.

"It wasn't fun." She drinks more of the beer.

"Your screaming and moaning told me otherwise." He whispers against her hair.

"Just leave me alone Patrick." She sighs opening the next bottle from finishing the other.

"I think we deserve each other. We knew ever since day 1. Right?" He moves her hair out of the way to suck on her neck. It was sloppy, but his tongue was so wide and felt so good. It felt wrong.

After a few seconds of enjoying the moment, Ellen moved her head away and got up from the stool.

"I think I should take you home." Ellen smiles grabbing the last two beers.

"No! Don't. I'll take a cab. I don't want Jillian to suspect anything." He puts his hands in his pockets.

"Well she won't be happy with you coming home from a party with co-workers drunk and obvious messy sex hair at this time of night." Ellen sighs and thinks for a moment.

"Why don't I take you to the trailer on set. Say that you've been reading your script but fell asleep. I'll drop you off and head to my house." Ellen smiles at her idea.

"Why can't you stay?" He questions.

"Because then I have to get home to my boyfriend."

"At this time of night with obvious messy sex hair?" Patrick smirks when he mocks her.