Fate Has a Cruel Sense of Humor

The Owner of the Pink

I heard footsteps echo down the hall opened my eyes, hissing at the sunlight and pulling the covers over my head..

"Ugh," I groaned, closing my eyes and deciding to stay away from Russian vodka for I long as I lived. The night before's events came rushing through and I blushed.

Oh my god, I kissed my boss. And Adam? Why did it have to be him? I was sure I could live with myself if I kissed Wyatt in a drunken stupor but Adam? Oh my god! I-I was going to lose my job. I was so going to get fired and probably slapped with a sexual harassment case if he had anything to say about it. I had to get out of this house, I didn't think I could face Adam. I sunk lower into the pillows wallowing in my despair and then I suddenly realized that Benji was not in the bed.

Forgetting about my hang-over and Adam for a second, I shot out of the bed, getting dressed in a hurry, grabbing Benji's diaper bag and rushing out of the door. I still couldn't navigate around this mansion so I called out Wyatt's name until I found him, in a hall bathroom. He looked as horrible as I felt with dark circles under his eyes, pale complexion, and maybe thirty seconds away from vomiting his brains out.

"Shh!" He shushed me, with an annoyed grunt. "Now what do you want."

"Where's Benji?" I asked, panicked. I never woke up without him by my side before and I didn't like it. In hindsight I realized that maybe I was the reason he wasn't out of my bed yet.

"Calm down Cassie, Benji's with Adam." At the mention of Adam's name, I felt my cheeks flush with color and looked away. Wyatt, always the perceptive one caught on. A smile spread across his face slowly. "Did something happen between you two last night?" He wagged his eyebrows and winced, cursing.

"No!" I said, maybe a little to quickly, because Wyatt grinned at me. I sighed. "Just take me to them."

As we neared the kitchen I smelled something burning. Wyatt and I looked at each other before running to the source of the smell. The kitchen was packed with smoke. I couldn't see past the refrigerator. Wyatt rushed forward in the smoke, opening windows and waving his hands like a maniac. All of a sudden, a girl, no, a women came from nowhere, fire extinguisher in hand and sprayed at the stove.

When the smoke was finally cleared I watched as Wyatt turned on the girl angrily. "Alex, didn't I tell you to never cook in my kitchen ever again!" He shouted and the woman flinched. I cleared my throat and they both turned my way like they just realized I was there. The woman had a striking resemblance to Wyatt. Imagine Wyatt with longer hair and girlish features and that would be the girl standing in front of me.

She blinked.

"Who are you?" Her southern twang was the same as Wyatt's but her voice was admittedly a lot deeper than I thought it'd be. She had a husky sort of Toni Braxton voice. Wyatt rolled his eyes and hit the woman on the back of her head.

"Manners." He scolded and looked at me. "Sorry about her, this is my older sister, Alexia." He sighed and looked at me with a pleading look. "Do you think you can teach her how to cook?" The girl blushed and elbowed Wyatt in the stomach.

"I can cook." She mumbled. "You're kitchen is defective." I smiled at her. So this was the owner of all the godforsaken pink. My eyes widened She was thirty five? She was shorter than Luce!

"I'm Cassie, it's nice to meet you." I put out my hand to shake and she stared at it, before eyeing me, like she was sizing me up

"Are you one of Wyatt's play things?" She asked bluntly. I almost choked on my saliva.

"Heaven's no!" I shook my head vigorously. "Our relationship is purely platonic." I assured her. Suddenly she smiled at me.

"Oh thank god!" She grinned. "Because you're too pretty too fall for my jack-ass baby brother." I smiled at her, nodding.

"Hey!" Wyatt looked offended. I shrugged, well it was true.

"Um, My son?" I reminded him. Wyatt snapped his fingers.

"Oh yes!" He spun on his heels. "Follow me." He grabbed my arm and started pulling me out of the kitchen.

"Nice to meet you, Alexia." I smiled at her on my way out, wincing at my throbbing head. "It's Alex!" She shouted from the kitchen and I giggled.

For a person who loved such a vile color, she was alright. I was expecting Elle Woods or Barbie, but she was just as laid back as me. "She seems nice." I told Wyatt as he continued to pull me along.

"She's too spoiled." He grunted, but I could tell that he loved her. Benji's laughter made me turn and there they were. a very unhungover Adam was chasing Benji with a smile on his face. He scooped him into his arms tickling him and spotting us. His eyes locked on mine and I, suddenly remembered how stupid I was the night before, turned away, blushing like mad.

Benji kicked to be let down and ran to me. "Momma! Morgning!" He trilled and I laughed, picking him up.

"Good morning Benjamin." I kissed him on the top of his head.

"I head him laughing earlier this morning and saw that you were still sleeping so I took him out. I hope that was okay." Adam said, but I avoided his eyes. God I was mortified. He saw me sleeping? What if I were snoring, or talking in my sleep or something?

"It's okay." I mumbled. I shifted Benji on my hip and looked at Wyatt. " Thanks for letting us crash, but I really have to go. Can I borrow your car?" I asked. Wyatt frowned.

"You're not making breakfast?" He pouted. I smiled.

"Maybe another time, I have to meet my mom for lunch in a half hour." I lied smoothly and Wyatt sighed heavily. "You can't keep me in your house against my will." I joked.

"I can surely try." He said with a wry smile. Rummaging through his pockets he produced a handful of car keys. "Which one?"

"Preferably the one with my son's car-seat in it." I smiled sarcastically.

"Hummer it is." Wyatt grinned, holding up a key. He was my match in sarcasm, the only person that annoyed me about as much as Luce did. It was going to be hell when they finally met each other. I could see the storm already brewing. I rolled my eyes, snatching them from him.

"I'll bring it back to you at work." I told him and we got the hell out of his huge house before Adam could say anything.