F*ck Me Pumps

Hook Line and Sinker.

A/N

Sorry if its too much in this chapter, it would be either many short useless chapters, or one really big one.

My lazy ass opted for the latter.

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*2 weeks later*

'I got a pocket,

got a pocket full of sunshine

I've got a love and I know that it's all mine

oh.oh,oh

Do what you want,

but you're never gonna break me,

sticks and stones are never gonna shake me

oh,oh,oh-'

Beau frowned at her foreign ring tone, before picking it up to bitch at Stephanie.

"Why the hell did you change my ring tone?"

"It seems like you needed cheering up, I thought you liked that song." Stephanie muttered," Sure as hell beats Russian Roulette. If I didn't know any better I'd swear you were trying to kill yourself."

Beau, as bright as she used to be, was really acting strange these last few days following the Hotel Shangrila opening. Although she'd hate to admit it herself, Beau was showing signs of depression. Granted, she was slitting her wrists or anything, but she was definitely off her rocker. It was starting to affect her work performance also.

"Stephanie, I'm fine." Beau tried to convince herself more than anything else.

"Bullshit, Beau Marie Baker." Stephanie sighed, and continued on," What happened between you and Parker."

Beau gritted her teeth. Just the thought of his name, brought murderous thoughts to Beau.

"Nothing happened," Beau winced and drew her hand off of her thigh, once she realized her deadly hold onto it.

What was he doing to her?

"Beau-"

"Nothing happened Stephanie." Tears brimmed Beau's eyelids, she swallowed hard trying to cease them.

She didn't dare to share what had transpired between her and Parker. Beau vowed to tell no one, not even Mrs. Ripley.

Parker made her feel so low, so embarrassed. No one was around, but he made her seem as if everyone had heard what he said about her. She wasn't addicted to sex, Beau wasn't a nympho.

"-Beau?"

Only then did Beau realize that her best friend was still on the phone. She sighed and pushed opened her bedroom door, kicking her shoes off immediately.

" I swear Stephanie," Beau collapsed on her bed and let out a heavy breath," It's like the world is against me."

"Well, what happened between you and Christopher?"

Beau sighed, they had sex. As much good as it was, she felt like a sex addict. Paker's accusations were definitely confirmed. Beau was nympho, and she hated knowing that.

She slept with Christopher, not even thirty minutes after denying in vain that she wasn't addicted to sex. Beau felt low, lower than she's ever felt before.

How could someone, another man at that, make her feel that way?

"We-" Beau sighed, relieving those moments of comfort," I slept with Christopher. I'm a whore Steph, a who-"

Stephanie let out throaty moan. Beau opened her mouth, shocked, but nothing came out. Beau's eyebrows furrowed at the awkward silence.

"Beau, you're overreacting." Stephanie's voice was suddenly full of merriment on the other line. Beau sat up and frowned.