Patrick Stump and His Lawyer Lady (WARNING CONTAINS EROTICA) #wattys2015

Chapter Eighteen: Step Four - Drink A Little More

Tony's POV

I was finally home. The walk was a long one but it cleared my head enough to know as an adult, I should have never taken drunk ramblings seriously. Unfortunately, it didn't ease the pain of the fact that it had happened.

I went straight for the bar in my entertainment area. I was down six tequila golds when my doorbell rang.

It was Pete and Andy.

Pete started off: "Tony, sweetheart, Patrick told us what happened. We should talk about it. He's asked us to let you know a few things, if you've got the time could we come in and talk?"

Andy looked at me with helpless eyes, "Please Tony."

I sighed, "sure, I'm in the bar drowning my bitterness."

I poured four shots of tequila, two for Pete and I each and got Andy a juice out the fridge. Pete and I hitour shots quick and I lit up a smoke.

"So Pete, what is it Patrick sent you for?"

Pete looked as though he was collecting his thoughts. "Okay, so you should know Patrick gave us a run down of what he remembers. He knows you came in screaming at him about his ex-wife and a legal issue. From there he says he hit blank. He'd also been drinking since the barbeque we had, so that's five days straight of alcohol for a pretty small guy. He also asked me to tell you and make it explicitly clear that he does love you, he just wish it wasn't the alcohol fuelled confession lt was and that he didn't hurt you. He's on his way here now, so Andy and I are going to take off and let you guys talk through this because he wasn't even this happy at his wedding as he is with you."

All I could do was nod. I knew my reaction was dramatic, storming off and throwing a tantrum but I needed that space then.

The doorbell rang as if on cue. Andy pipped up, "We'll leave as he comes in, I brought your car over." He handed me the keys and held onto my hand fr longer than necessary and pulled me into a hug. He whispered in my ear, "I'm so sorry he hurt you. I'll call you later."

I just nodded and as I opened the door, there stood Patrick. "Bye guys."

They both gave him a bro hug and he turned tentatively to me, "baby, may I come in?"

I nodded and let him in, closing the door behind me and walking straight back to the bar, pouring another four tequila's.

He knocked back his two then began his speech.

"I understand that apologizing is cliche but this is heartfelt. Tony, I am so sorry for how I've hurt you. I don't want to lose you and truthfully, I am in love with you. I messed up with my timing and all I keep thinking about is how, less than 24 hours ago, you loved me too. Those feelings don't disappear in a day and I need another shot to make this work. So I'm asking you to please erase yesterday, let me show you how lost inside your love I am and how far I'm willing to go."

I couldn't say anything, so I knocked back one last shot of tequila and lied to him.

"Patrick, I'm glad I walked because it gave me time to think and in all honesty, I can't say I love you. You're great in bed and charming and funny, but love? Even this relationship happened too fast. So if you want to screw me, do it. If not, you're a client and nothing more."

I hated myself instantly.

Patrick's POV

Her words sent me into shock. I think I felt about 50 emotions all at once. I was heartbroken, angry, bitter and desperate. Instead of doing the right thing and trying to get her to change my mind, I lost my cool. I took the tequila bottle and gulped a large swig, already knowing full well what I was going to do. I went over to her side of the bar and bent her over it, exposing her hole to me. Then I lifted up her skirt and pulled her panties to the side whilst I unbuttoned my pants and let them slide.

This had to be meaningless, I could already feel tears at my eyes because I didn't want her to leave but also because I was so mad at her. I thrust into her from behind roughly and she moaned clearly enjoying it now that she didn't have to keep up the facade of caring about me. When I came, I pulled out of her and put my pants back on. As I walked out the door, I turned and said the most horrific thing ever.

"Thanks for the screw but I think I'll go back to groupies that don't work for me."

A/N
So, for the last chapter of this, I have TWO alternative endings. One leads to a sequel and the other closes up the story. I just want to know whether you want a dramatic ending (this leads to the sequel) or the  lovey dovey one that ends the book.

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