💜OLDER, WISER AND LONELY💜 BxG (Les Twins Fanfic)

**Chapter Nineteen**

AN:      Names abbreviated
         Us guys = Laurent, Larry, Frank + Kirk
         Italics = Speaking French

**Very long chapter**

**LARRY POV**

Frank, Kirk, Laurent (Lau) and I were seated in Stuart's office, on the sixteenth floor with Simon and Larissa over looking the city discussing Christmas Eve and New Years Eve events. Seated on a sofa were Belinda and Rachael flicking through magazines with smug expressions

Although us guys didn't want to be there, we figured we would stay on track to finish up sooner rather than later.  All us guys wanted to do was return to ours and help our mama's, Angela (Ang) and Brittany (Britt).  We didn't want to let on that we had plans for later on this evening.  Our mama's, Ang, Britt and us guys are traveling to our girls for a pot luck dinner, our mama's, Ang and Britt would be cooking up a storm and would want taste testers . . . Us guys

With the meeting over . . . In record time, we all moved about collecting our belongings, momentarily stopping when a phone rang.  With Belinda answering, we continued until Belinda blurted out "Are you fucken kidding me".  We all looked at her, anger written all over her face, eyes fixed on Rachael as she listened

Ending the call Belinda cursed out loud, tossing her phone into her handbag
Belinda: They didn't accept our deal and we've been sited as wasting time with intent - angrily
Rachael: How come - gasping out
Belinda: Apparently we were suppose to present the deal ourselves, not our lawyers
Rachael: Did our lawyers know this
Belinda: Of course they fucken did
Rachael: Why didn't they tell us
Larissa: Maybe they did and as usual . . . You weren't listening - blurting out
All heads snapped in the direction of Larissa to see her strolling out the door leaving it open
Simon: Laurent (Lau), Larry (Lar), Frank . . . Kirk . . . Could you ask your friends what the military protocols are for civilians to redeem themselves
Frank: Have you forgotten what your wives did to our friends - raising his voice
Kirk: Here's a thought . . . Your wives are reporters
Frank: Tell them to do there own dirty work - Simon, Stuart, Belinda and Rachael were taken aback
Us guys shook our heads in disgust, made sure we had everything and walked out

Parking up in the basement garage I checked my watch and groaned, Lau, Frank and Kirk looked at me
Me: It's almost 1.30pm - us guys looked at each other
Kirk: How bout we take the stairs . . . Let off some steam . . . Half way
Frank: We can count the steps
Us guys nodded in agreement and emerged from our vehicle

By the fourth floor us guys were feeling better . . .
By the sixth floor we'd found a rhythm . . .
By the tenth floor we'd lost count of the steps . . .
During the eleventh, twelfth, thirteenth and fourteenth floors, us guys bantered about the amount of steps . . .
At the twentieth floor we saw a sign "Congratulations your half way and stepped up 440 steps".  Us guys looked at each other . . . We were way off the mark thinking we'd done over a thousand

Exiting the stairwell we moved to the elevators. Lau swiped his key card, the word "Penthouse" flashed on the box.  Hearing the 'ding, us guys straightened.  When the doors opened and no one exited, we all moved, bumping into each other
Me: Really . . . Now we synchronise - sarcastically
My reward . . . Slaps upside the head

Standing in the elevator a smile spread on my face when Lau, Kirk and Frank gagged and coughed
Me: Silent but violent - chuckling
I quickly wrapped my arms around my head to soften the blows