"So, sorry I didn't come last night, the guy at the bar was just too cute, I couldn't pass on that opportunity." Lucky laughed as she walked through the front door of their shared trailer.
"It's okay, the guy you left me with was kind of rude," Cherokee stated as she put her empty cereal bowl in the sink.
"Who, Becket?" Lucky asked as she picked up Cherokee's bowl and filled it with cereal making her way to the plastic round table. "Yeah, he's like that, his brother, Kaleb is so much nicer, but Beck wins in the looks department. So, I got a text from Nick and he wants us to come back tonight."
"Oh, I don't know, I was planning on just relaxing at home." Cherokee turned on the television while sitting back on the older brown sofa.
"Cherry you do that every day, it's Saturday, it's time to let your hair down yeah." Lucky grabbed the bowl and headed to the sofa where she plopped next to her best friend. "Come on, the only person that won't be there is Kaleb, he's got some modeling gig or something."
"Okay, okay, fine." Cherokee giggled as she rested her head on Lucky's shoulder. As the day continued on and the girls spent most of the day watching television seven o'clock rolled around and they headed to their shared room to get ready.
"So, last night you looked so good in that dress, tonight I've got another dress for you, it's red, strapless, and has a very revealing slit." Lucky joked as she raised her eyebrows up and down.
"Oh, stop who in the world am I supposed to impress or look good for?" Cherokee laughed as she pushed Lucky and turned around to get the dress from the small closet they both shared.
"Whoever looks, now go put this on!" Lucky demanded as she started to take off her dark purple robe. "Cherry that looks amazing, I mean everyone will be looking at you."
"Yeah?" Cherokee turned to the side, "You're the one that looks great, I love that dress on you."
"Come on, it's a simple black dress let's finish so we can go." Lucky turned to face the full-length mirror before reaching for the makeup box they both used. "Let's go, Cherry!" She yelled out as she scurried out the door. As they took the thirty-minute drive downtown to this bar for the wealthy, Cherokee wasn't really feeling up to it, but in support of her best friend, she would do just about anything. "Boys," Lucky called out to the same men who were standing in front of the door yesterday.
"Lucky St. Pierre!" Ryan called out from the bar, as he made his way over to them. "And I see you brought Cherokee Rains again." He smiled as he extended his cream-colored hand in her direction.
"Of course, Nick texted me and asked to bring her back." Lucky giggled as they went to the same V.I.P. section as last night.
"Ahh, Lucky you made it," Nick got to his feet kissed her on both cheeks, and escorted her to sit beside him. "Hello, Cherry it's so good to see you again."
"Yes, it is isn't it?" Ryan said as he put his arm around her upper back to squeeze her close to him. "My fiancee isn't here tonight, will you do me the honors in keeping me company?" He whispered in Cherokee's ear.
"Are you trying to flirt with Ms. Rains?" Mark questioned as he raised his perfectly shaped eyebrows in Ryan's direction. "Come now, your fiancee goes missing one day and you are so eager to move to the next available woman? Here, come sit in between Beck and me." He patted the padded seat as he moved over.
"Thank you," Cherokee nodded her head as she made her way through the small passageway to sit in between the two hottest guys she ever laid her dark brown eyes on. "Is he always like that?" She whispered which caused Beck to stifle a laugh before clearing his throat.
"You guys are no fun, besides I've got my eyes on something better at the bar." Ryan winked, combing his blonde hair back with his fingers as he made his way to a tall blonde across the room.
"Yeah, we're no fun," Nick laughed as he turned to face Lucky continuing on with their conversation. "Well, Beck, Cherry, this is where we must bid you adieu,"
"What do you mean?" Beck asked as he laid his phone on the glass table in front of him.
"You know, Mark and I are leaving with Lucky," Nick motioned his eyebrows up and down as he grabbed Lucky's hand while Mark grabbed her other.
"Beck, you'll give Cherry a ride home, won't you?" It was more of a statement as Lucky didn't give him any time to answer before they were off into the loud crowd of people.
"You don't have to give me a ride, I'll get a cab or something," Cherokee answered as she knew he obviously didn't want to talk to her, much less be around her.
"No, no, it's fine, I can take you," He retorted as he picked back up his phone and leaned back on the sofa.
"Aww, where did everyone go?" Ryan joined them back in the V.I.P. section with the blonde he went to talk to earlier.
"Mark and Nick took Lucky back to their place." Becket kept his eyes on his phone, undeterred from Ryan with another woman on his arm.
"So, they left you, Cherry?" Ryan pouted as he slipped his arm from around the girl's shoulders. "Care to come back to my place for a threesome?"
"No, I promised I'd take her home, we were just leaving." Beck stood up, moving in front of Ryan as he held out his arm for Cherokee to take. The first time Cherokee managed to look at his pale blue eyes without him looking at his phone screen.
"What are you talking about?" Lucky asked as she drew closer to Cherokee rounding the small kitchen table. "I don't want to go," Cherokee plopped down on the worn-out sofa. "We have been going every night, and you always leave with some guy. Not shaming, just saying, and Beck has to give me a ride every time." "And, you like Beck, I've seen it with my own beautiful brown eyes." Lucky giggled as she sat on the sofa next to her. "Why do you think I've been asking him?" "It doesn't matter that I think he's beautiful, intelligent, or his blue eyes sparkle," She gazed away before clearing her throat. "He barely says one word to me, at the bar or on the way home." "You don't see what I see," Lucky wiggled her eyebrows. "Every time I glance toward him he is always passing looks at you." "Yeah looks of embarrassment maybe." Cherokee sighed as she began looking for the remote. "Hey, don't think that way, you are a strong gorgeous native, we are dine and we are fire." Lucky spoke out as sh
"Hello, son," Todrick spoke out as he opened the door to his son's office. "Father, I wasn't expecting you," Becket replied as he rose from his chair, and nodded toward the honey-blonde woman leaning on his desk. "Uh, thank you, Ms. Carver," "Still at it, I see," Todrick retorted as he made his way to the brown leather chair in front of the large oak desk. "Son, need I remind you that you are still under a probationary period, this is still my company to take back as I see fit." He grabbed a handful of cashews in the marble bowl in front of him and he brought them to his mouth. Becket and Todrick were the spitting images of each other, it was as if someone copied Todrick and gave him a different name. "What are you talking about, Father?" Beck asked as he sat back down in his chair across from Todrick. "Ms. Carver was just bringing me the Connecticut file," "Yes, among other things, last time I walked in here, she was laid out on top of your desk, sprawled out like some animal." To
"Where did you go last night, Beck?" Nick asked as he barged into his cousin's office. "Yes, you came in, said your hellos, and then were gone, you sneaky fox," Mark said as he walked behind his younger brother. "I umm... left," Was the brief reply Beck spoke out as he took yet another call. "Boys, I don't have time to play today, Philippa, Uh, Ms. Carver is not doing her job properly this morning, so I'm a bit swamped at this moment." "So, fire her," Nick relayed as he sat on the sofa next to his brother. "Ahh, he won't do that, dear brother, no I caught him with her skirt hiked up, sitting on our handsome cousin's desk." Mark retorted as he grabbed a handful of pecans getting ready to crack. "Shut up Marcus Dean," Beck raised his voice as he leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. "Hey Becket Levi, let's not resort to name-calling here," Mark whined as he popped a pecan into his mouth. "Yes, let's be civilized boys," Nick laughed as he rose from the sofa and walke
"Cherry, I think Beck sent his car for us again tonight," Lucky screeched as she bent down the blinds from the living room window. "He definitely has a thing for you, maybe I should up my game with the Adams brothers," "I'm telling you, Lucky, I don't think he likes me," Cherokee rolled her eyes as she grabbed her purse and pulled down her cream-colored dress. "I'm going to find out why he's sending us the car then, it's the second time." Lucky made her way into the black limo, as she slid to the other side. "Since you say he doesn't like you, we'll see..." "You don't see the looks he gives me," Cherokee retorted as she followed Lucky into the limo. "Here, look I know Beck, uhh, Mr. Petersen doesn't tell you much but has he by chance said anything pertaining to me or Lucky?" She questioned the driver as she looked into his eyes through the rearview mirror. "No, ma'am, Mr. Petersen doesn't tell me anything, only where to go," Was his only reply as he rolled up the back window to se
"So, tell me," Lucky started as she pulled off her jacket and sat on the sofa. "I saw you with Beck last night, holding hands. Where did you guys run off to? All I know is you two were together and pretty cozy, I would've investigated more but you know Nicolas and Marcus." "Um, yeah, Beck asked me to a more private area, to ask if I wanted to start a relationship with him," Cherokee began as she walked over to the sofa and sat next to her childhood best friend. "That's it, that's all I get?" Lucky asked as she shifted in her seat and put her head on Cherokee's shoulder. "He took you to another V.I.P. room and all he did was ask you out? Wow, the guy's even more boring than I thought," "Is that someone in the driveway?" Cherokee questioned as she pouted her bottom lip to Lucky. "Cherry, I'm pretty sure Beck sent a car for you because Reggie is outside leaning up against the vehicle," Lucky said as she peeked out of the living room blinds. "Oh, I didn't think he meant this early," C
"But I don't understand, why does he want you to move in?" Lucky blurted out as she threw a pair of socks into my suitcase. "He wants me to," Cherokee said as she folded a shirt throwing it on the bed. "He wants you to, so you go?" Lucky whined as she plopped on the bed. "It's... it's a little more than that," Cherokee replied as she sat on the bed next to her best friend since childhood. "A little more?" Lucky furrowed her black eyebrows together as she rolled up a sweatshirt and hugged it to her chest. "Yes, I have kept something from you, and you know me, it's so hard for me to keep things from you," Cherokee folded up another shirt and put it into her suitcase. "If I tell you, you have to promise that you will not tell a soul, I know how you get when you've had too much to drink," "True, but I promise, now tell me what have you been keeping from me?!" Lucky shrieked as she slapped Cherokee's arm. "I signed a contract, a marriage contract with Beck, he's giving me money, and
"I apologize for my mother," Beck stated as he opened the door to his house. "No, she was lovely," Cherokee retorted as she walked in behind him. "Right," Beck rolled his eyes as he loosened his tie and began to take off his black dress shoes. "Well, as I told you earlier, I would give you a room but my mother loves to come here without warning and snoop," "Good evening, Mr. Petersen, Chef Baldone has offered baked chicken for dinner," An older woman said as she walked into the living room. "Ahh yes, Mrs. Sands, thank you that's fine," Beck uttered as he took off his suit jacket and handed it to his head maid. "Oh, and this is my fiance Cherokee Rains," "Yes of course, good to meet you, Ms. Rains," Mrs. Sands stated as she nodded her head toward Cherokee. "You can call me Cherry," Cherokee smiled at the older woman as she slipped off her floral dress jacket. "Come, Cherry, let's get you settled," Beck uttered as he walked toward his room. "I've had some things removed and made r
"Ahh Cherry you're awake," Becket began as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "I do apologize once again for my mother's behavior." "You apologized enough last night, she isn't a bother," Cherokee said as she took a cup from the cabinet and poured herself coffee. "Are you off to work this morning?" She asked as she looked down at his shorts and dark blue robe. "No, with Mother sleeping here, I'm not sure when she'll go home and I don't want her asking too many questions." Beck pulled out the wooden stool as he reached for the newspaper sitting down. "What do you have planned?" "We are going on a little girls' shopping trip!" Sonya spoke loudly as she barged into the kitchen. "Becket do fix mommy a cup of coffee," She recited as she walked over to the kitchen table to have a seat. "You're not going on a shopping trip, Mother," Becket uttered as he closed his robe and moved toward the cabinet to fix his mother a cup. "Oh no?" Sonya muttered as she raised her thin eyebrow in his dir
"So, Lucky, how long do you plan to grace us with your presence?" Becket asked his fiance's best friend as he studied the interaction between the women seated on the sofa. It had been three days since Lucky showed up in his house without an invitation. He didn't get many guests, but for those he did have, he required them to ask beforehand. There were the occasional run-ins with his drunk friends or his meddlesome parents, but even his brother and cousins had the decency to give him a heads-up. He watched Cherokee push herself sideways so she could look at him and her friend gave him the awful expression, as if he dared to ask her that question. "Is it a bother for her to be here?" Cherokee snapped. Something Beck did not expect to happen. The times that he had been around his new fiance, she was sweet. Full of hope, kind, and not at all like the display of raw emotion he just witnessed. "No. Not at all. I was just inquiring." Becket brought his attention back to his phone and tried
"Yes, Lucky, Beck left for work this morning," Cherokee stated as she threw the covers off of herself. "So, he just left?" Lucky asked as she switched her cell phone to the other ear. "After everything that happened yesterday?" "Yeah, I mean I'm fine." Cherokee lied as she tossed her silk pink robe Becket had picked out at the boutique earlier that week. "I know that he has work. Besides, I'll get some much-needed time to explore this enormous house." "You haven't seen the house yet?" Lucky questioned as she pulled up a pair of tight jeans over her hips, struggling as she buttoned them up. "Ugh, I think I'm gaining weight," "No, I haven't. His mom came over the day I moved in. She was drunk and sort of kept us up before she passed out on the sofa." Cherokee opened the bedroom door and made her way to the kitchen where the maid was making breakfast. "What do you mean, you're gaining weight? Lucky, you're super skinny!" "Good morning, Ms. Rains," Mrs. Sands announced as she plopped
"Are you sure this is all worth it?" Lucky asked as she helped her zip up the sixth dress. All that happened to be picked out by Tonya and Sonya. "What do you mean?" Cherokee questioned as she brushed down the invisible wrinkles on the wedding gown. This one in particular was quite tight around the bosom and covered in beads."They are clearly racist, and you're just putting up with it," Lucky said as she looked at her best friend through the mirror. "Is this all worth it?""Not here, I don't want them to hear," Cherokee whispered as she opened the curtain leading to the showroom. "We'll talk about this later," She plastered a smile on her face as she headed through the last curtain to the two women waiting on the sofa."No, I thought I liked it, but turns out I don't," Tonya uttered as she squinted her eyes."No, I'm in agreeance, it doesn't suit you. But don't worry, we will find you the right one," Sonya muttered as she lifted her glass to be refilled."Hello, all!" Came a voice f
"Ahh Cherry you're awake," Becket began as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "I do apologize once again for my mother's behavior." "You apologized enough last night, she isn't a bother," Cherokee said as she took a cup from the cabinet and poured herself coffee. "Are you off to work this morning?" She asked as she looked down at his shorts and dark blue robe. "No, with Mother sleeping here, I'm not sure when she'll go home and I don't want her asking too many questions." Beck pulled out the wooden stool as he reached for the newspaper sitting down. "What do you have planned?" "We are going on a little girls' shopping trip!" Sonya spoke loudly as she barged into the kitchen. "Becket do fix mommy a cup of coffee," She recited as she walked over to the kitchen table to have a seat. "You're not going on a shopping trip, Mother," Becket uttered as he closed his robe and moved toward the cabinet to fix his mother a cup. "Oh no?" Sonya muttered as she raised her thin eyebrow in his dir
"I apologize for my mother," Beck stated as he opened the door to his house. "No, she was lovely," Cherokee retorted as she walked in behind him. "Right," Beck rolled his eyes as he loosened his tie and began to take off his black dress shoes. "Well, as I told you earlier, I would give you a room but my mother loves to come here without warning and snoop," "Good evening, Mr. Petersen, Chef Baldone has offered baked chicken for dinner," An older woman said as she walked into the living room. "Ahh yes, Mrs. Sands, thank you that's fine," Beck uttered as he took off his suit jacket and handed it to his head maid. "Oh, and this is my fiance Cherokee Rains," "Yes of course, good to meet you, Ms. Rains," Mrs. Sands stated as she nodded her head toward Cherokee. "You can call me Cherry," Cherokee smiled at the older woman as she slipped off her floral dress jacket. "Come, Cherry, let's get you settled," Beck uttered as he walked toward his room. "I've had some things removed and made r
"But I don't understand, why does he want you to move in?" Lucky blurted out as she threw a pair of socks into my suitcase. "He wants me to," Cherokee said as she folded a shirt throwing it on the bed. "He wants you to, so you go?" Lucky whined as she plopped on the bed. "It's... it's a little more than that," Cherokee replied as she sat on the bed next to her best friend since childhood. "A little more?" Lucky furrowed her black eyebrows together as she rolled up a sweatshirt and hugged it to her chest. "Yes, I have kept something from you, and you know me, it's so hard for me to keep things from you," Cherokee folded up another shirt and put it into her suitcase. "If I tell you, you have to promise that you will not tell a soul, I know how you get when you've had too much to drink," "True, but I promise, now tell me what have you been keeping from me?!" Lucky shrieked as she slapped Cherokee's arm. "I signed a contract, a marriage contract with Beck, he's giving me money, and
"So, tell me," Lucky started as she pulled off her jacket and sat on the sofa. "I saw you with Beck last night, holding hands. Where did you guys run off to? All I know is you two were together and pretty cozy, I would've investigated more but you know Nicolas and Marcus." "Um, yeah, Beck asked me to a more private area, to ask if I wanted to start a relationship with him," Cherokee began as she walked over to the sofa and sat next to her childhood best friend. "That's it, that's all I get?" Lucky asked as she shifted in her seat and put her head on Cherokee's shoulder. "He took you to another V.I.P. room and all he did was ask you out? Wow, the guy's even more boring than I thought," "Is that someone in the driveway?" Cherokee questioned as she pouted her bottom lip to Lucky. "Cherry, I'm pretty sure Beck sent a car for you because Reggie is outside leaning up against the vehicle," Lucky said as she peeked out of the living room blinds. "Oh, I didn't think he meant this early," C
"Cherry, I think Beck sent his car for us again tonight," Lucky screeched as she bent down the blinds from the living room window. "He definitely has a thing for you, maybe I should up my game with the Adams brothers," "I'm telling you, Lucky, I don't think he likes me," Cherokee rolled her eyes as she grabbed her purse and pulled down her cream-colored dress. "I'm going to find out why he's sending us the car then, it's the second time." Lucky made her way into the black limo, as she slid to the other side. "Since you say he doesn't like you, we'll see..." "You don't see the looks he gives me," Cherokee retorted as she followed Lucky into the limo. "Here, look I know Beck, uhh, Mr. Petersen doesn't tell you much but has he by chance said anything pertaining to me or Lucky?" She questioned the driver as she looked into his eyes through the rearview mirror. "No, ma'am, Mr. Petersen doesn't tell me anything, only where to go," Was his only reply as he rolled up the back window to se
"Where did you go last night, Beck?" Nick asked as he barged into his cousin's office. "Yes, you came in, said your hellos, and then were gone, you sneaky fox," Mark said as he walked behind his younger brother. "I umm... left," Was the brief reply Beck spoke out as he took yet another call. "Boys, I don't have time to play today, Philippa, Uh, Ms. Carver is not doing her job properly this morning, so I'm a bit swamped at this moment." "So, fire her," Nick relayed as he sat on the sofa next to his brother. "Ahh, he won't do that, dear brother, no I caught him with her skirt hiked up, sitting on our handsome cousin's desk." Mark retorted as he grabbed a handful of pecans getting ready to crack. "Shut up Marcus Dean," Beck raised his voice as he leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. "Hey Becket Levi, let's not resort to name-calling here," Mark whined as he popped a pecan into his mouth. "Yes, let's be civilized boys," Nick laughed as he rose from the sofa and walke