Her.

Forty Eight.

Alexia sits beside Faye who was sitting down eating a carton of Oreo ice cream, sulking her sadness in it, it had been a month since she called it quits with William, it was the worst pain she felt since being without him; the feeling of relying on herself and not on William came back haunting her to remind herself how comfortable she felt with him. The only man in her life who didn't hurt her. "Hey, thats you're fourth one today."

"I know." Fayes swallowing. "I eat and sleep so I don't deal with the feeling of death." She looks at her hand feeling naked without that diamond on it, she sighs. "Did I make a mistake?" She looks at Alexia with sad eyes before Faye looks at her baby bump, the jealousy suddenly growing but brushes it off knowing Faye wouldn't handle another pregnancy.

"Yeah." Alexia says sighing nodding her head giving her the truth. "I don't wanna be mean but Williams out there suffering knowing you ended things that day."

"I-I can't let him be with me, he has so much for him and...what am I? What do I have? Money? A two faced Father?" Fake says defeated. "I can't handle it anymore; I'm losing my fucking mind, Alex...I hear and see things that aren't there." Alexia eyebrows raised making Faye feel embarrassed. "I sound crazy, just push past that."

"Therapy wouldn't hurt, Faye."

"No..." Faye shook her head.

Alexia looked defeated but got an idea, "Look I know you can't handle a relationship but try to meet someone new; let's go out and I'll see if my old friend can come with us."

"Sex-"

"Doesn't have to be about sex; just have fun and see where it goes." Alexia reassured her. "Get dressed and I'll call him."

~

Faye looks around the club, her 'date' being an hour late so instead of sulking the rejection she drinks shot after shot, slurring on her words dancing to the music feeling more free and loose, as she didn't have a care In the world. The music running through her body unaware of a man approaching her, he looks at Faye smiling at how independent and free she was moving to the lyrics as if the song was made for her, "Hey!" He says making her stop and look at him cleary drunk. "I-I'm suppose to meet Faye and you look like her photo."

Faye furrows her brows but the memory of hours before kick in, she rolls her eyes at him. "You stood me up."

"I know this sounds basic but I got pulled over by cops on my way but...I'm happy you stood."

Faye was too intoxicated to argue as she normally did so instead she grabs him roughly by his wrist pulling him in the crowd, she stands in front of him her back turned a smirk dancing on her lips. She puts his hands on her body, moving her hips in a circular motion on his crotch, his eyes wide with the sudden movement trying to get comfortable, Faye notices it and turns around and plants a kiss on his soft lips, taking in how beautiful he stood. He was six foot with smooth tanned skin dressed in some fancy outfit that seemed a bit too overdressed for a club, his brown eyes in amazement at Faye who was dressed in a light gray shoulder crop top exposing her light scar along with toned abs, that went with her gray shorts that stopped at her butt her smooth white skin exposed, her yellow eyes staring at him with lust.

He kisses her once more desiring more, pressing her body onto his tasting the liquor, he smiles flashing his dimple on his left cheek. Faye was to out of it to control her actions, his hands on her hips as she began to move her hips once more turning her body around, bodies still in tact as he followed her league, trailing his hands down her body; over her breast leading to her crotch that he teasingly traces his finger over, she grins biting her lip before he slips his hand into her shorts, her legs opening more looking around to see anyone notice but she didn't care.