Ok guys, this is my first therox story, so be gentle, lol... I really hope u all like it! Just a little background to the story, Theresa did end up marrying Ethan back in 2001, there was no tabloid reveal, and Fox never came home...(also whenever there's music in the story, i'm gonna give a link to listen to the song )

Ok here we go....

Serena's Song



Chapter 1


“Oh Ethan, you really stepped down as VP from Crane, just for me?” Theresa spoke to her husband incredulously.

“For you and the children my darling. I realized that the job was keeping me away from my family. And I couldn’t live like that anymore. You couldn’t live like that anymore.”

“Oh Ethan, that’s wonderful!” Theresa gushed as her husband pulled her into his strong arms.

“Let’s go away. We’ll take the children and travel the world. We’ll have adventures and the best part is we’ll be together. Just enjoy life and each other.”

“Ethan, that’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“I love you Theresa.”

“I love you Ethan,” she smiled with tears in her eyes as he kissed her passionately.


RING! RING!
Theresa’s eyes opened slowly, a sigh escaping her lips, realizing she had been dreaming and the harsh light of morning brought with it her reality. She reached for the phone on her nightstand.

“Good morning Mrs. Crane. It is 8 am. The forecast for today is warm and sunny.”

“Thank you Maggie.” Theresa yawned, stretching her arms as she glanced around her lavish bedroom. Not one item under four figures. That was the Crane way. She climbed out of bed, laden with 1000 count gold silk bedding, glancing at her husband’s vacant side of the bed. She couldn’t remember the last time she woke up with him by her side. Business always came first. And that meant long hours, and almost non-existant personal time. But once again, that was the Crane way, she thought to herself as she dressed in a smart blouse and skirt for breakfast.

Theresa sat at her vanity, pulling her wild raven locks meticulously into a tight chignon, her hairstyle of late. Her makeup perfect, she took one last glance at her appearance, then headed down to breakfast. ‘I need a fill,’ she thought to herself as she looked at her manicured nails, entering the kitchen.

“Good morning Ivy,” she smiled politely at her mother-in-law as a plate was placed before her.

“Theresa, sleep well?” Ivy glanced up, her golden hair pulled up into an almost identical look as her own.

“Yes thank you. How is your fundraiser coming along?” Theresa feigned interest as she picked at her breakfast.

“Oh you know, if it’s not one thing it’s another,” Ivy frowned, looking over her to-do list. “How is everything going with the children’s hospital?”

“Wonderful. I’m happy Ethan suggested it. By the way, have you seen my husband this morning?”

“He and Julian left at the crack of dawn for Crane.”

“Oh….” Theresa looked down at her plate, her overwhelming craving not for food. “Will you excuse me?”

“Of course,” Ivy answered, focused on the papers before her.

Theresa entered the sitting room, her attention focused on the desk as she opened a drawer, pulling out her Marlboro lights. She lit up quickly, a sigh escaping her mouth as she took the first drag. ‘That’s what I needed,’ she thought to herself as she looked out the window.

“I see we’re still inhaling those cancer sticks,” Ethan remarked from behind as he entered the room. He gave her his usual condescending tone as he stood before her in his 5000 dollar suit.

“Ethan, we’re not going to have this conversation again…I’ve been smoking since I was 19. It’s been seven years. Get over it already,” she said coolly.

“It’s just so lower class Theresa, and you’re upper class. A crane wife. It’s so uncouth.”

Theresa’s eyes narrowed. “Besides the smoking, am I not the perfect image of a Crane wife for you?” she asked taking an exaggerated drag of her cigarette.

“Whatever Theresa, it’s your health, not mine.” He ran a hand through his light brown hair in frustration, also tired of this same argument. “So, what are your plans for today?” he asked disinterested as he read text messages from the office.

“Well, I have my volunteer work at the children’s hospital this morning, then lunch with Whitney at the Country Club.”

“You know, when I mentioned the children’s hospital to you, I meant putting together some fundraisers for them, not actually going there and spending time with those sickly children,” he said with an air of arrogance.

“Ethan, I don’t want to just put together fundraisers. I love spending time with those children, especially since we don’t….” she looked away, her sadness taking over.

“Theresa look, I know you want children, but maybe losing the baby was a good thing,” he spoke indifferently as he approached her.

Her warm brown eyes turned cold as she glared into her husband’s blue eyes. “How can you say that to me? Losing our child was the worst moment of my life.” The hurt was evident in her voice as she stamped out her cigarette vigorously.

“Theresa, what I meant was that we don’t need children right now. We’re both still young. We don’t need that extra burden right now,” he spoke as he placed his hand on her arm.

She just nodded her head in agreement as she stared down at her crossed arms. That’s what their marriage had become. His way. On his terms. She was just along for the ride.

“Have a good day today with Whitney and the children.” He placed a simple kiss on her cheek. “I’ll be home late again tonight. Don’t wait up.” He grabbed some files and quickly left the room.

“Goodbye Ethan,” she said with no emotion as she lit another cigarette, closing her eyes as she let out a deep sigh.



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“Bravo! Bravo! Wonderful work Mr. Foxworth. This collection is definitely one of your best,” an overzealous reporter raved to the up-and-coming young artist.

“Well thank you Steven, and thank you all for coming tonight. I’m very proud of this collection…It is truly a reflection of my life thus far…good and bad….now please, no more justified praise, enjoy the evening, and if you really want to make me feel good, buy some of my pieces,” he smirked to the group as they all scattered.

“I’ll take one of those,” he grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing tray as he ran a hand through his spiky blond hair, trying to keep his nerves under wraps.

“If it isn’t Nicholas Foxworth, that famous artist that everyone’s talking about. I knew him when…” Dylan draped his arm over his friend’s shoulder, chugging his own champagne.

“There you are man. You’re late. You know I’d rather let my agent do all my talking for me. I hate having to schmooze people. That’s your job,” he teased his longtime friend.

“Ya well, I was otherwise engaged, if you know what I mean,” Dylan nudged Nick, with quite a content look on his face.

“I always know what you mean,” he playfully slapped his friend’s head.

“Hey watch the hair, there are eligible ladies present,” he smiled as he pretended to fix his dark curly hair.

“You haven’t changed much since we were kids at boarding school.”

“Ahh yes those were the days. ‘The Bond Boys’ they called us, remember?”

“Ya well, being obsessed with women, money, and trouble; the name was fitting for us then,” Nick chuckled. “Except I’m not looking for just one night of pleasure anymore.”

“Why the h*ll not? You’ve got it all going for you. You’re an up-and-coming artist showing here in New York City where art is actually appreciated, you’re kinda smart, sometimes funny and mildly good looking,” he teased his friend, trying to keep a straight face.

“Oh gee thanks,” Nick smiled, pushing his friend. “Who needs the press to feed my ego when I have a friend like you.”

“Ya well, don’t want your head to get too big. Oh, and I forgot one of your biggest attributes. You did all this on your own. Without the Crane name or money. That’s more than I can say for your brother.”

“Why’d you have to go and bring that up. You’re my family. As far as the Cranes are concerned, they’re strangers to me. Got that?” he stared at his friend, his brown eyes filled with irritation.

“Ya I got that. Sorry, didn’t mean to bring you down.” Dylan looked around pensively, then back at his friend. “So let me tell you about the twins I met today,” he said with excitement. Nick just shook his head and smiled.

I love it! Keep it up, cant wait for more!

great first chapter jess!
write some more!!

btw, LOVE that ethan/theresa/fox banner!!
who made it? i could use a banner like that

thanks guys! i'm gonna update ch 2 on thurs! so keep an eye out for it...and my banner was made on the jaresa board...

love it jessy!!

cool isi...it's gonna be a fun ride...i'm excited to write it...

not bad not bad, lol. o jw b ut y call him nick?

bumping

Nick is his real first name...he doesn't go by Crane anymore....so he just uses Nick as his first and Foxworth as his Last name...you'll find out why later...

i like it, looking forward to reading more

Cant wait till tomorrow for 2 reason now! 1- another chapter of this, 2- its my super sweet 16!!

aww that is so sweet!!!happy early sweet 16!

thanks!

GREAT START, JESS Looking forward to read more I love your banner btw, it's so professional

OMG JESS!! I LOVE THIS!!

OH my its werid posting over on this board again! It's been so long! LOL
So Jess, I FINALLY get E&T together and this is how they act to eachother? LMAO You bad girl!

Lol nico, that's why i sent u my first fanfic, to satisfy that urge for et, lol....this one is for my therox
It should be a fun read though, so i hope u like it...

Hey guys! First thanks for reviewing...it makes it more fun to write! And also, there's a link to a song in this chapter, so just copy and paste it and it should play automatically! It helps set the mood...



Chapter 2


The afternoon was warm with a cool breeze as Theresa walked through the lavish garden mazes of the country club. Whenever she came here, she was always overwhelmed with memories of being a teen, watching Whitney give tennis lessons and dreaming of belonging here someday. And she had actually achieved that dream. So why was it that she still wasn’t happy?

“Theresa, hey!” Whitney waved to her friend from a table on the patio. Whitney was one of the few people that Theresa still felt like herself with. She always looked forward to their weekly gabfests.

“Oh hey Whit,” Theresa smiled, coming out of her daydream as she approached her. “So how was tennis today?”

“Great. I beat that snooty Muffy like it was nothing,” she laughed, patting her caramel skin of perspiration.

“That’s awesome. She definitely needs to be put in her place.”

“I ordered us some drinks and snacks already,” she smiled, pushing one of her unruly curls behind her ear.

“Great, I’m famished,” Theresa reached down and popped a grape into her mouth.

“Did you visit the children’s hospital today?” Whitney asked as she sipped her iced tea.

“Yes I did. It was wonderful Whit. I always feel so much love whenever I’m there. The children are the most innocent, most sweet I’ve ever met. It’s really the highlight of my day.”

“Well I’m happy for you honey. You know, I’ve noticed you haven’t been your old exuberant self in a long time. So it’s nice to see that you found something that puts that sparkle in your eye again.”

“Ya….” Theresa looked down at her drink, stirring it unconsciously.

“What is it sweety?” Whitney layed a hand over her friend’s.

“I don’t know…..I guess..I just started realizing that I’m not happy like I used to be. And it’s strange, you know, because everything I ever wished for came true, but now that I have it, I wonder why I ever wanted it to begin with.” Theresa slowly looked up to her friend’s comforting brown eyes.

“Oh honey….so I take it things haven’t gotten better with you and Ethan?”

“No….only worse….I feel like we’re strangers, roommates just occupying the same space. Whatever spark we had when we first fell in love, is gone. I feel like he doesn’t even try anymore. Like I’m in this marriage by myself. You know, it’s been months since we last made love. And even that wasn’t anything special. Just between us, if I had known how much Ethan was going to change as he became more and more successful at Crane, I don’t think I would have married him,” Theresa spoke quietly, brushing a stray tear away.

“Oh Theresa, I know it’s hard. It’s changed some for me too marrying Chad. But I guess not to the same extent as you since Chad isn’t the “Crane Heir”. He doesn’t have the same pressures and responsibilities Ethan has. Maybe you can talk to him about it. Tell him you wanna spend more time together. Make plans together.”

“I’ll try. Who would have thought that being married to Crane men would be so….lonesome..”

“That’s what we signed up for I guess. It all comes with being a Crane wife. The good, and the bad.”

“Ya,” Theresa sighed, munching on some melon.

“You know what you need? You need a hobby. Something you love to do, like me with my tennis. I remember you used to love being creative. Fashion design, singing, art….you loved it all.”

“Ya, I did….” she listened intently to her friend as she played with her straw.

“Maybe you could again. Maybe then, that young, wide-eyed girl can find her smile,” Whitney squeezed her friend’s hand as she consoled her.

“Maybe…” Theresa smiled weakly. “Ok…let’s talk about something else. I’m going into New York for tomorrow to do some shopping. I wanted to spend a few days there, maybe see a show. You interested?”

“Oh honey, I’d love to, but Chad and I have polo with the Phillips.”

“That’s ok. I’ll go by myself. I went to Boston last weekend. You know I think the only hobby I’ve had for awhile has been my weekends of power shopping,” Theresa joked.

“Like I said, the good with the bad.”



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“Who needs to work out when you have a credit card and Fifth Ave. shops?” Theresa breathed a little heavily as her driver helped her into her limo.

“I see someone bought out all the stores,” he joked as he sat in his driver’s seat.

“Ya well, what can I say Michael, I love clothes. And I got you a little something from Dolce and Gabbana,” she smiled as she passed him a wrapped box.

“Oh Mrs. Cr-, I mean Theresa,” he corrected himself as she eyed him. “You didn’t have to…oh this is stunning.” He held up the shirt in awe.

“Ya I thought the blue would bring out your eyes. I bet Paul would love it.”

“Well, Paul loves it when I wear nothing at all,” Michael winked back at her as she giggled.

“You’re so bad,” Theresa teased.

“Ya, but that’s why we get along so well. You’re my female equivalent.”

“I think YOU are your female equivalent.”

“Touche’. So where to now?”

“I don’t know. I don’t want to go back to the hotel just yet. It’s not that late. Why don’t we just drive around for a bit.”

“Your wish is my command,” Michael smiled sweetly in the rearview mirror before driving off.



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A half hour had passed as the limo came to a stoplight. Theresa looked up from her daily planner she was going over and looked around.

“Where are we?” she asked curiously.

“I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore,” Michael laughed at his own joke. “I think we’re in Soho…I’ll pull over and ask someone. There’s some people standing outside that little club over there. Be right back,” he looked back quickly then got out of the car.

Theresa watched him through the tinted window talk to some of the club patrons. Her curiosity was peaked, and she decided to get out of the car, slowly approaching them.

“Hi,” Theresa greeted shyly.

“Hey Theresa, ok so I was right, we’re in Soho,” Michael informed his boss.

“What kind of club is this?” Theresa looked at it wide-eyed, attracted to the feel of it. It was a small hole in the wall place, a neighborhood club to listen to jazz and blues. The blue neon lights helped detract from the fact that the building seemed to be slowly falling apart. ‘Hmm…The Lava Lounge…’ she thought to herself, intrigued.

“Do you wanna go inside and take a look around?” Michael asked with interest.

“Um….” she scanned the place one more time quickly before answering. “Sure…why not…it could be fun,” she said nonchalantly.

“Let’s go,” he put his hand behind her back as they entered the club. Theresa looked around coyly as she took in the scene. There was a bar that looked to be decades old, worn out but cozy. The room was smoky, but being a smoker it didn’t bother her a bit. It was dimly lit, about a dozen small round tables with patrons who watched the singer onstage. The stage wasn’t too big, just holding the woman performing and a few accompanying musicians.

“Here’s a table,” Michael pointed out as he held out Theresa’s seat for her. Her eyes never left the singer as she sat down. She loved the woman’s voice, and how free she seemed to be onstage. She was dressed just sexy enough, but not over the top. She seemed to captivate the audience with her sultry sound. And Theresa really enjoyed the song she was singing. She used to love to sing bluesy songs like this in the shower or just hanging out with Whitney. It was then that she realized she couldn’t remember the last time she did.

“Can I get you two a drink?” a cocktail waitress asked.

“Ya I’ll have a gin and tonic, and Theresa…” He looked over to his friend. “Theresa?”

“Huh, oh ya I’ll have a dirty martini. Thank you,” she answered, lighting a cigarette.

“Coming right up,” the waitress smiled faintly and disappeared.

The pair watched the performance in silence until the singer finished her set. Theresa watched the woman as she left the stage, and talked to who Theresa assumed was the club owner.

“That was a great performance, huh?” Michael asked looking at Theresa, then following her gaze over to the singer fighting with a man. “I wonder what’s going on over there.”

“I don’t know…” she answered, her eyes still focused on the two fighting. A few of the patrons began to leave as they were finishing up their drinks.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Um, just a few minutes, ok?” Theresa asked innocently.

“Ok.” They sat and chatted for awhile as the club emptied. “Shall we go?” he asked, standing up.

Theresa watched just past him as she saw the singer yelling something at the man, and walking out.

“Um, I’ll meet you outside. I’m just gonna go freshen up.”

“Ok,” he walked away as Theresa stamped out her cigarette, and cautiously walked over to the man at the bar.

“Um hi there,” Theresa shyly greeted as the man looked her up and down.

“Well hello…what can I do for you brown eyes?”

“Um, are you the owner of this club?”

“That’s me. Robert Gaines, at your service,” he replied holding out his hand. He was an older gentleman with a receding hairline and the beginning of a beard. He looked a little shady, but seemed nice enough.

“Hi, I noticed you fighting with your singer a few minutes ago…”

“She’s not my singer anymore. Roxanna just quit.”

“Oh really…why is that?” she asked curiously.

“Money. She wanted more. Now I’m gonna have to find another singer before next weekend’s show…She basically screwed me over,” he grumbled.

“Oh I’m sorry to hear that.”

“Ya well, that’s the business, you know….Why are you so interested brown eyes?”

“Oh well, I uh….well you see I uh….I was, ahem, interested in the job,” she finally forced out.

He looked her up and down, taking in her silk blouse, her simple black skirt, and her hair up in a bun. She was cute though under her uptight appearance.

“Uh, you wanna work here?” he asked surprised.

“Yes….” she said quietly.

“Can you sing?”

“Uh, yes, I’ve been told I can sing very well.”

“Oh ya…can you sing something for me?”

“Right now?” she asked nervously.

“Right now…come with me…” he led her over to the stage, taking some sheet music from one of the musician stands. “Ok…sing this…” he ordered, handing her a song.

“Um…ok….ahem…with no music?”

If you can really sing, you don’t need music,” he smiled teasingly.

Theresa took a deep breath, closed her eyes for a moment, then began:
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“Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever

One of the musicians began to snap his fingers along with her as Robert watched her intrigued.
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever
In the morning
Fever all through the night”

“Well well well, looks like underneath that uptight veneer lies a sultry siren,” he grinned alluringly at Theresa.

“So…what do you think?”

“What do I think…” he looked over to the musician who nodded in approval. “I think…you’re hired….” He held out his hand as Theresa’s eyes grew wide with excitement.

“Really?! Oh thank you, thank you so much…” she said as she shook his hand quickly.

“Ok brown eyes, well first things first. I’m gonna need you to take home some sheet music and learn the songs.”

“Ok, sure..I can do that…”

“And then, I’m gonna need you to lose the librarian look…when you come back next week, I wanna see a sultry performer…got it…actually I think Roxanna left some dresses in the back, so those will probably fit you if you like.”

“Of course Mr. Gaines, thank you very much for the opportunity,” she said excitedly.

“Now money…”

“Whatever you want to pay me is fine..I’m not doing this for the money.”

“Well now I like you even more brown eyes. We’ll try you out and see how you do.”

“Great…I’ll be ready. I promise…Thank you,” she repeated, shaking his hand as she began to leave.

“Wait, before you leave, what’s your name?”

“My name….is uh…..” her mind raced quickly as she thought of a perfect name. “It’s Serena.”

“Serena. Sexy name for a sexy girl. Ok Serena, I’ll see you next Thursday.”

“Thursday….great…bye!” she waved as she left energized.

“This night turned out better than I thought,” he turned to the musician. “The same night I lose a singer another one appears out of nowhere. And doesn’t even care what I pay her. Let’s just hope that she can perform.”


**********READ & REVIEW********** AND DON'T WORRY, FOX WILL BE IN CH 3!

I love it! Thanks for the update, cant wait for more!

I love it Jess! I don't like the whole Therethan not being happy together thing but it's still really good because you wrote it so well. Plus I always did love Therox...I guess I can't have my cake and eat it too huh? Can't wait for Ch. 3. I guess Theresa having a singing gig is one of the reasons Fox won't suspect her of being EThan's wife.

I LOVE IT LOVE IT !!! The link doesn't work for me though, it's said it's under maintainance so I will check it out later

OOOOOH, that's how SERENA name is on the title Love the name, it's a beautiful name ! Can't wait to see where it's going, very excited ! You write it perfectly, Jess ! It's too bad, Ethan and her didn't turn out well but the best is yet to come

I was wondering where you get the pic of Theresa holding the microphone ?? I might have missed the early episodes of Passions where Theresa was a singer ???

Looking forward to chapter 3, make sure FOX is on the screen FOX OH FOX it's Justin Hartley ok ???

BTW, 5 stars for your fanfic

aww thanks luvie! and of course it's justin..that's the only fox to me! and that pic with the mic wasnt' on the show, it was just a modeling pic for some magazine....

and lily, i'm so happy u found my new story...and ya with et, basically staying in the crane family under julian and al has made ethan more and more like them....which would make sense....and no theresa can't have a 3 way with the two bro's, lol...although that would be hot...jkkkk

rally enjoying it.

aww thanks i really appreciate it!

*bumping newest chapter!

cant wait for more!!

aww thanks...i'm 1/2 way done writing ch.3 so i'll def have it up on sat...

LOVE IT!!

thanks luvie! ch 3 up tom!! also the music link is NOW working!!!

K I will check it out ! I love your new banner of Lindsay and Justin ! They look so happy together

Hey, I know that song but I didn't know the title, now I know !!! Good choice of song, btw

**OKKKK SOOO I JUST FINISHED CH 3 AND WAS FEELING GENEROUS, SO I DECIDED TO UPDATE IT TONITE INSTEAD OF WAITING TIL TOM SO I HOPE U ALL LIKE AND THERE'S ANOTHER MUSIC LINK TO COPY AND PASTE(and the site is working now, lol)


Chapter 3


A few weeks had gone by and a warm breeze was felt through the New York night. The city was buzzing while two friends were hanging out in a loft.

“Is there such a thing as painter’s block?” Dylan handed his friend a bottle of beer who sat frustrated in front of a blank canvas.

“If there is, I have it,” Nick frowned, not having felt this blocked in awhile. He finally stood up and plopped down on his sofa, taking a long gulp of beer. “You know what today is?” he stared down at his bottle as his friend was raiding his fridge for snacks.

“What’s that man?” Dylan took a seat on a leather chair across from him, munching on some cold pizza.

“It’s my 10 year anniversary of moving to New York City, and starting my new life,” he said without affect.

“Really? Has it been that long?” Dylan asked surprised, as he took a sip of his beer.

“Ya, I was 18. So that would mean….that 3 weeks ago was the anniversary of my Grandfather and father telling me I was a good-for-nothing, worthless bum, who was a fool for wanting to be a struggling artist instead of working at Crane.”

“Hey man, look….” Dylan knew where this was going as he pleaded to his friend.

“And, one week ago was the anniversary of when they gave me the ultimatum of giving up my dream and following in their footsteps, or I’d be cut off, financially and personally from the family.”

“Nick don’t do this to yourself…..”

“And we both know how that turned out, don’t we,” his smile quickly turned to a frown as he took another chug of beer.

“Hey man, they did you a favor, they’re not good people. You were lucky to get as far from them as possible.”

“Seldom wrong and right again my friend,” he smiled as he stood up. “I’m obviously not gonna get any work done tonight, let’s get out of here.”

“Ya man, let’s go,” Dylan stood up placing his bottle on the table. “Anywhere you wanna go?”

“I don’t care. Do you know any new spots around?” Nick asked, putting on his coat.

“I recently just discovered a great little club not far from here. It’s a hole-in-the-wall joint, but a lot of fun. Mostly blues and jazz, and the singers I’ve seen are very talented, if you know what I mean,” he grinned wickedly.

“Do they have booze there?”

“Of course.”

“Ok, let’s go,” Nick replied quickly as he grabbed his keys and cigarettes from the counter.


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“I’ll grab some drinks from the bar, you get a table,” Dylan motioned to his friend as he ordered. Nick took off his coat as he sat down, taking in the scene.

“Here we go,” Dylan took a seat as he passed his friend a beer.

“Not bad, not bad,” Nick remarked on the club as he lit a cigarette.

“See I told you you’d like it. Here’s to ‘The Bond Boys,’ out on the prowl,” he joked raising his bottle. “I bet I can get more phone numbers than you tonight,” he smiled proudly, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

“That’s ok man, knock yourself out. I’m just fine with my good friend Heineken over here,” Nick grinned clinking his bottle on his friend’s.

“Suit yourself man. But if you become a monk our friendship is officially over,” Dylan laughed as Nick almost pushed him out of his seat.



“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome tonight to the Lava Lounge. We are pleased to present for your listening and viewing pleasure, the sultry siren……………… ……..SERENAAAA…..”


The blue lights dimmed as Nick was trying to get the waitress’ attention for another beer.
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“Like a flower waiting to bloom
Like a lightbulb in a dark room
I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come home and turn me on…”


“Wooooohhooo!!!....” the crowd cheered.

“Thank you,” Nick tipped the waitress and began to drink, stopping halfway as his eyes locked onto the stage. He slowly placed his bottle down, his eyes never leaving her.

“See what I mean,” Dylan leaned over, whispering. “The talent here, never disappoints,” he smiled slyly, patting Nick’s back.

“Ya…..” he responded awestruck.


“My poor heart, it's been so dark since you been gone
After all, you're the one who turns me off
You're the only one who can turn me back on”


Nick was mesmorized. What was it about this woman that was so…intoxicating? She was beautiful, but different from all the tall blonde models he had dated then tossed aside in his past. She was the complete opposite of any woman he had ever went after. She was exotic, with olive skin and sultry brown eyes that seemed to sparkle and captivate the audience just with a look. Her full red lips made him want to know what they tasted like. Her raven hair was long and wild, and he wondered what it would feel like to fall on him in moments of pleasure. She wore a red sequin dress that seemed to hug her body perfectly as she swayed to the music. And her tiny hands, caressing her microphone. He imagined what it would be like to feel those hands on his body. His mind exploded with images, more vivid then the one before.

“Wooo….owwww!” Dylan cheered as she gave a slight smile, acknowledging his howling. He looked over at Nick as he smiled, pleased with himself. Her eyes left his and slowly moved to the eyes of the man’s quiet companion, sitting beside him. Their eyes locked for a moment as she sang. Nick swallowed hard, unable to even move. He could feel his cheeks flush. He felt like she was seeing right through him. She finally broke her gaze, looking towards the other side of the audience, finishing her song.


“I'm just sitting here waiting for you
To come on home and turn me on
Turn me onnnn………”


“Wooooo!!!!” They all cheered as she took a small bow.

“I don’t know about you man, but I think I’m in loveee…” Dylan smiled wickedly as he howled, “Woohoo!! Owww!!”

‘You’re not the only one….’ Nick thought to himself as he realized he was a goner.



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A few days had passed as Theresa and Ethan pulled up to the mansion. They entered their home quietly and made their way upstairs.

“Well that had to be one of the most boring dinner parties I think we’ve been to in a long time,” Theresa yawned as she unzipped her blue silk dress.

“Yes well, I had a perfectly fine time. I made some good business deals over cocktails,” Ethan remarked, undoing his cufflinks.

“Ya it’s good for you. But what about me? I have to talk to these old women who were probably aboard the Titanic,” she replied as she sat at her vanity, removing her jewelry.

“Ok now you’re just exaggerating. And if that’s what we have to do for the good of Crane, so be it.” He began to climb into bed. “Oh and John asked us over for drinks on Friday night.

“Wait Friday, I can’t Friday.” she spoke nervously.

“What do you mean, why not?”

“Um, because I have… tickets to a show on Friday. And I’ve been waiting forever to see this particular show,” she covered carefully.

“Fine whatever. I’ll make up an excuse as to why you’re not there. Again. I’m exhausted, good night.” He began to turn over in bed.

“Ethan wait. We need to talk.” She watched him through her mirror, then slowly walked over to the bed.

“What is it Theresa, I’ve had a long day,” he yawned, looking annoyed.

“Um, I was thinking, it’s been a long time since we’ve taken a trip together. What about the two of us getting away, to St.Barts, or Capri. Just somewhere where the two of us can relax and, you know, reconnect,” she tried to smile pleasantly, sitting beside him as she rested her hand on his leg.

“I don’t have time to take a trip right now. I’ve got my hands full as it is, deals coming in and out. I couldn’t possibly,” he sat up, crossing his arms.

“Can’t you just let someone else handle your work for you for a few days, like your father or Chad?” she asked, her frustration growing.

“You think it’s that easy huh? Just pass my obligations off on someone else? I know it’s hard to understand, but in the real world, we don’t work because it’s a whim or something fun to do, we work because it’s our responsibility. Our livelihood. I don’t have the luxury you do to just pick up and go whenever I get a silly idea in my head.”

“You know what, fine. I’m gonna go take a bath before bed,” she said shortly, realizing her black lace slip was lost on him.

“Fine. Good night.” He grumbled, turning over.

Theresa slid off the bed as she quickly made her way to the bathroom. She turned on the bath water and just sat on the edge of the tub, a rush of tears pouring out of her. She unpinned her hair, feeling it cascade down her shoulders as they shook from her sobs. Her unhappiness in her “real” life was overwhelmingly apparent now that she had her “secret” life to compare it to.

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i dont know a guy that would turn a girl away from the idea of "reconnecting" in a carribean setting, lol, most guys would jump on that, lol or jump on the girl sitting next to them in a black slip, lol.

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Chapter 4


‘D*mnit, this makes me look like a tool,’ Nick groaned as he took off another shirt, flinging it on his chair. He grabbed a coral button down and stood in front of his full length mirror, frowning.

‘Ya the first time you finally get the nerve up to talk to her in weeks and you make her question your sexuality. Smart thinking dumb*ss,’ he berated himself as he went to his closet, rummaging through shirts.

KNOCK KNOCK!

“Come in!” Nick called out, his attention focused on his quest for the perfect shirt.

“Hey man, we’re here!” Dylan walked in with two blondes in tow.

“Over here Banning.” Nick walked out of his closet buttoning a white button down shirt with brown pinstripes. He walked straight to his mirror, acknowledging his friend with a nod as he stared at his reflection, adjusting his shirt. “Hey man what do you think of this shirt?”

“It’s great buddy, really brings out your eyes,” Dylan remarked sarcastically at his frantic friend. “I know it’s been months since you last had a date, but we gotta go. Kimberly’s waiting.”

“Kimberly?” Nick paused as he was fixing his hair in the mirror. “Who’s Kimberly?”

“Um your date. Remember? We had a double date tonight that I set up like two weeks ago. You have Kimberly, I have Samantha.”

Fox spun around, noticing the two blondes giggling by the door together. “No doubt a meeting of Mensa,” he chuckled at his own joke before returning to his reflection. “What the h*ll is wrong with my hair tonight? What’s this? This flippy little piece?” he asked aloud, more to himself then to Dylan. He dipped his finger in more pomade as he tried to work that piece into submission, focusing intensely as he was biting his lip.

“Um, so we really gotta go. The ladies look like they’re getting restless and I’m ready to have some fun.”

“Dylan, I can’t go. I already have plans,” he turned to face his friend.

“Plans? What plans? We already had plans. You gotta cancel. I can’t go out with both of them. Well, I can, but that’s besides the point,” he smirked to himself, then grew serious again.

“I just can’t. Not tonight.”

“Where are you going?” Dylan asked curiously.

“Just…to that little club we went to a few weeks ago,” he said casually as he fastened his watch.

“Oh. I’m glad you liked it enough to go back.”

‘Just every weekend since,’ Nick thought to himself.

“Well that’s fine if you wanna go there tonight. We’ll all go together. That solves everything.”

“Man I don’t think….”

“Nick that’s enough. Now I’m your best friend and you are going to go on this blind date. I know you haven’t been laid in months, and that’s probably why you’re acting all crazy. I’m not taking no for an answer,” he looked sternly at his friend.

Nick let out a sigh. “Fine….Fine…you win. Are we taking a cab or did Barbie bring her dreamcar?” Nick joked under his breath as Dylan held in his laughter.


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“Right this way ladies,” Dylan led the way to an empty table as the foursome sat down.

“Wow, this is an interesting club. Is there a D.J.?” Samantha asked curiously.

“Uh, no sweetheart. It’s live entertainment here.” Dylan leaned in, putting his arm around his date as he glanced down at her bulging cleavage.

“Can I get you all something to drink?” a waitress stood before them.

“What can I get you to drink beautiful?” Dylan smiled at his date.

“How about we do some body shots?” she smiled seductively at him, rubbing his leg. Fox rolled his eyes.

“Sorry baby, this isn’t exactly a body shot kind of place. But maybe afterwards,” he whispered something in her ear as she giggled.

“Ok then, I’ll have a sex on the beach,” she grinned wickedly at Dylan.

“That’s perfect baby. And I’ll have a Heineken, thanks.” Dylan eyed Nick, motioning him to order for himself and his date.

“Oh, what would you like Barb- I mean Kimberly?” he asked, smiling at his slipup.

“Um do you have Llegarmeister?” Nick and the waitress rolled their eyes simultaneously.

“Maybe you should just get a drink like your friend,” Nick suggested.

“Ok. I’ll have the same as her.”

“And I’ll take a beer too. Thanks.”

Nick sat bored as Kimberly looked around anxiously, tapping her long pink fingernails on the table. ‘I bet those aren’t the only fake things on her’ he thought to himself, giving her a once over.

“Here you go.” The waitress returned with their drinks.

“Thanks…”

“So Nick, I heard you’re an artist,” she asked in a bubbly tone.

“Huh, ya that’s right.” He replied as he stared at his bottle.

“Wow, that’s so funny. We’re both in the creative field then.”

“Oh ya, what do you do?” he asked as he took a sip of beer.

“I’m a model for car shows,” she smiled proudly, batting her fake eyelashes.

“Oh…” Fox tried to hold in a chuckle almost choking on his beer.


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“Two minutes Serena. And it’s a full house tonight.”

“Thanks Tom.” Theresa sat at her vanity, rubbing perfume between her wrists.

‘Something’s missing.’ She grabbed her lipgloss and added just a touch on her bottom lip, emphasizing her pout. She eyed herself one more time as she stood up, fluffing her wavy hair. She smoothed her lavender silk dress, turning around to see the back in her reflection, making sure it fit well in all the right places.

“Ok Serena, it’s showtime,” she smiled at her reflection, her excitement growing as it did before every show.

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The lights began to dim letting the audience know the show was about to start.

“And so I told my hairstylist…”

“Shhhh….It’s starting…” Fox sat up straight, giving his full attention to the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen…we welcome you all to the Lava Lounge. Please help me welcome the sultry songstress of the stage…..SERRENNNAAAAA…….”

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“Woooooooooohooooo!!!!!!!…….” The audience applauded.


“Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song

Come away with me on a bus
Come away where they can't tempt us
With their lies

I want to walk with you
On a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee-high
So won't you try to come…”

“Wow, that girl can sing,” Samantha whispered.

“Ya she’s amazing,” Kimberly added.

“Yes she is….” Nick replied under his breath, his eyes never wavering from her. He was amazed at how every time he saw her she was more beautiful then the last. Every week he came to a show intending to ask her out, and every week he chickened out. He never had this problem with women before. What was she doing to him?


“Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountaintop
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you

And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me……”


“Woooohhhhooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” the audience cheered as she finished her song, bringing Nick out of another one of his fantasies. Every one ended with them wrapped in each other’s arms, blissfully satisfied.

An hour had passed as the show came to an end.

“Thank you all. Thank you,” Theresa breathlessly smiled and waved to the audience as she exited the stage.

“Well that was fun. What should we do now?” Samantha asked, feigning innocence as she looked at Dylan.

“I have a few ideas,” he grinned, nuzzling her neck as he pulled her closer.

“Nick?”

He didn’t hear her. He was too distracted watching Serena’s every move, laughing and joking with some patrons at the bar. He could watch her for hours. He wanted to be the man she was laughing with, lighting her cigarette. The man that she playfully touched with her hand as she tried to control her laughter at an inside joke. He loved how her whole being glowed when she laughed, her eyes sparkling. She was just so d*mn captivating.

“Nick?!”

“What?!” he turned to see the three of them staring at him.

“Let’s go man. We’re going back to my place for a nightcap.” They all walked outside the club, stopping to hail a cab.

“Um…you know I’m not really feeling well. Why don’t you guys go without me.”

“Are you kidding?” Dylan eyed his friend, trying to read his face.

“No man. Just go. I’ll get my own cab home. Really….Next time…”

Dylan narrowed his eyes at his friend. “Ok….feel better, man…..” he said accusingly.

“Thanks. Goodbye ladies. Have a nice evening.”

He waved to them as they got into a cab, Dylan giving him a dirty look as they drove away. ‘Sorry man, I have more important things to do,’ Nick thought to himself. He turned and entered the club, only a few patrons left. Serena was still at the bar, talking to the bartender and the cocktail waitress.

‘Ok man…..go and do it. Ask her out. One foot in front of the other….’ He didn’t move an inch. ‘Just do it! What the h*ll’s wrong with me? D*mnit!’ he turned and left the club, losing his nerve. Again.

‘D*mnit I really am pathetic,’ he criticized himself as he walked down the street, deciding the fresh air would do him good. He was halfway home when he stopped in his tracks. ‘That’s it. This is ridiculous. The worst thing she could do is turn me down. I have to just do it and get it over with. Forget my ****ing fear of rejection. Forget the fact that she makes me catch my breath just being in the same room as her. I’m just gonna do it. Like a bandaid. Right off…” he turned and began to walk back to the club.


“Ok, goodnight guys, I’ll see you all tomorrow.” Theresa waved as she left the club. She began to walk towards her hotel, enjoying the cool night air. As she walked she thought she heard footsteps behind her, so she quickened her speed.

“Hey pretty lady,” a man grabbed her from behind, struggling with her as she cried out.

“Help!! Help!” She tried to pull away, thrashing from side to side “Let me go! Let go!” she yelled out.

“Hey!” Nick yelled in the distance, hearing her cries.

The man grabbed her purse, throwing her down on the ground. He took off running down the street as Nick ran up from the opposite direction. He bent down next to her, realizing it was Serena. His eyes wide, he carefully lifted her head, trying to wake her up.

“Serena? Serena are you ok? Serena?” he spoke softly.

“Huh? What?....” she began to open her eyes slowly, whispering as she spoke.

“Serena? Are you ok? You were just mugged…” he smoothed her hair tenderly.

“What?......whooo are you?......whoo’ss Serenaaa?”

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AAAWWWW, I think I am in love This is exactly a story I like to watch and read I LOVE IT !!! I like the last part : WHO IS SERENA ? but I think Theresa is still going to cover her identity and she would fall in love with Fox but I wonder if she knew who Fox is :unsure : awwww I can't wait for more ! I will review more next time going to bed now, it was a tiring day today

Chapter 5


“Ok miss, well you don’t have a concussion, just a little bump on the back of your head. You’re lucky your boyfriend brought you in here though just in case,” the doctor spoke as she looked over Theresa’s chart. Theresa and Nick glanced at each other awkwardly, a small smile crossing his lips.

“Oh, uh…he’s not my boyfriend. Are you?” she looked curiously at him as she sat atop a hospital bed.

“Um….no….” he answered, his voice laced with regret. “So, ahem doc, if she’s ok, then why can’t she remember her own name?”

“Well we don’t know why for sure. Her tests showed nothing that we could pinpoint as to why. But I’m sure it’s just short term Miss….”

“Her name’s Serena,” Nick filled in.

“Serena. We have no reason to keep you here, so you’re free to go.” The doctor gave a faint smile then looked at another chart and walked away.

“Oh…well I don’t know….” Theresa frowned, looking confused.

“You know the club is closed by now. So we wouldn’t be able to find out anything until tomorrow. If you want….you can, uh…stay with me…tonight…” he looked up nervously as he swayed from one foot to the other, his hands in his pockets.

“I don’t even know your name. But then again, I don’t even know my name, so…” she laughed, looking up at him.

“Well, let me introduce myself then. My name is Nick,” he grinned widely, holding out his hand.

“Hi Nick, I’m Serena, I guess,” she giggled. “It’s a pleasure.” She shook his hand, a spark rushing through their bodies by that simple touch.

“The pleasure’s all mine,” he winked at her. “Shall we go?” he held out his arm.

Theresa took a deep breath, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. Something inside her told her she could trust him as she looked into his warm brown eyes.

“Ok, let’s go.” She hopped off the bed, and intertwined her arm in his as they left the emergency room.


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“This is a great loft.” Theresa looked around in awe, taking in the high ceilings and open floor plan. Her eyes moved from the easels and art supplies, ending on Nick’s kingsize bed towards the back of the loft.

He watched her carefully as she looked around, noticing where her gaze landed. “Oh, uh, you can take the bed. I’ll take the couch here,” he said reassuringly, patting the couch.

“Oh no, I couldn’t,” she shook her head.

“I insist. Really. You’ve had a traumatic night. I’ll be fine.”

“That’s so sweet of you. Thank you. For letting me stay here too. Um, were we friends?”

“Uh, no. I was a regular patron of the club you performed at though. That’s how I knew who you are.”

“Oh, ok.” She leaned back on one foot, feeling dizzy as she reached for her head.

“Are you ok?” he rushed up to her, steadying her shoulders.

“Ya, just got a little dizzy, that’s all.”

“You should probably go to bed.”

“Ya I probably should.” She turned and began walking.

“Here, let me help you,” he led her carefully to his bed, one hand behind her back, the other on her arm.

“Thank you.”

“Sure. Oh let me give you a shirt to sleep in.” He opened his closet, pulled out a white button shirt and handed it to her. “Is this ok?”

“This is fine, thanks,” she smiled appreciatively at him.

“You’re welcome. Um…you can change in the bathroom there.”

“Ok. Great.” While she was in the bathroom, Nick quickly got undressed and slipped into his navy blue pajama pants.

Theresa exited the bathroom slowly as Nick had to use ever fiber of his being not to take her in his arms and ravage her. He swallowed hard as his eyes trailed up from her petite feet, up her slender tan legs, reaching her firm thighs to-d*mn his shirt hid the rest from his lustful eyes. He looked around awkwardly as he realized he was staring.

“So….you’re ready for bed too?” she managed to say, her eyes wide with enticement as he stood before her bare-chested. She couldn’t help but notice his broad shoulders, his strong arms, his firm chest and abs, the way his drawstring pajamas hung low on his hips, the light hairs that started from his chest, leading down his body almost directing you to his-she looked away when she realized her thoughts were bordering on obscene, a small smile crossing her lips. Wow, she thought to herself.

“Uh ya, all ready. Um, so goodnight, I guess,” he smiled anxiously at her.

“Goodnight. Pleasant dreams,” she smiled back as she climbed under the covers.

His mind instantaneously took a mental picture of her in his bed, and he liked it. “Ya, pleasant dreams.” He began to walk backwards as he spoke. “I’ll..be…over here…if you need anything..” he pointed as he bumped into the sofa.

“Thanks Nick. Goodnight.” she giggled at his clumsiness, then turned off the light.

“Goodnight Serena.” He fell back on the couch and sighed in frustration. ‘This is gonna be a long…night….’


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‘When did I get that crack?’ Nick’s brown eyes narrowed as he found himself studying the ceiling. ‘Oh my God, this is ridiculous,’ he sat up, unable to fall asleep for over an hour. How could he sleep when the object of his desire was 10 feet away, half naked in his bed. He decided to do what he always did when he couldn’t sleep. Work on his art. He sat by his window and began to sketch the skyline. As he drew, he heard Serena mumble in her sleep. A small smile formed over his face as he got an idea. He tiptoed to the bed and looked down at her sleeping form. She looked angelic; the way the white sheets were twisted around her body. But at the same time looked sinful by the way she was sprawled on his bed, his shirt bunched up, giving him a glimpse of her black satin panties. His cheeks flushed as he forced himself to look away, taking a seat by the bed. He began to sketch. His hand couldn’t keep up as his eyes studied every inch of her. Her mussed hair that fell over one cheek. Her lips that seemed to curl slightly like she was having a good dream. The curve of her hip. The contour of her neck. It was then that he realized he was wrong all those times he saw her perform. She was at her most beautiful right now.



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“Mija….come to mamma…….”

“I’m worried about you honey…..”

“I don’t have the luxury to just pick up and go whenever I get a silly idea in my head…”

“No one can know the truth Michael….”

“I can’t lose my baby….I can’t….”

“No…I can’t….No….uh…” Theresa sat up gasping as the flashes of memories quickly began to dissolve into the morning light. She unconsciously reached for her head, feeling a little dizzy and a little throbbing on the back of her head.

“Ow….where am I?” she looked around curiously, her gaze landing on Nick’s sleeping form.

‘Oh,’ she thought to herself, a small smile forming on her lips. She quietly began to tiptoe towards the kitchen, stopping by the couch, her smile growing wider. ‘This man is gorgeous.’ Her eyes grew wide as she carefully picked up the sketch on the coffee table beside him. She blushed, but then began to smile as she realized how he saw her through his eyes. This man was very intriguing, and she suddenly began to picture what it’d be like to have his creative hands on her body. A shiver rushed up her spine as images of them together danced in her head. Afraid of waking him, she quietly put the sketch down and went into the kitchen.

‘Now where would I be if I were coffee?’ she opened a few cabinets then stumbled on it. As it brewed, she lit one of his cigarettes as she admired some of his paintings he had scattered against the wall.

“Good morning,” Nick strolled up sleepily rubbing his eyes.

“Good morning…I hope you don’t mind, I made some coffee and stole one of your cigarettes.”

“No, you read my mind,” he smiled as he poured a cup of coffee. “How’d you sleep?” he asked as he sat on a stool.

“Like a baby. You have a great bed. How ‘bout you?” she asked casually as she sat up on the counter.

“Not bad,” he smiled as he stretched his back, achy from the couch.

“So do you always sketch pictures of your sleepover guests?” Theresa feigned innocence as she batted her eyelashes, grinning.

“Um…no….you’re the first…..” he looked up at her with an embarrassed smile as he realized he left the drawing out. “I’m sorry….I hope you don’t mind….”

“No…it’s beautiful…..” she smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling.

“It’s you….”

Neither one knew what to say, as they both looked away awkwardly, not sure how to react to the chemistry that was simmering between them. Finally Theresa hopped off the counter.

“All your paintings are stunning….you’re very good….” She approached his workspace.

“Thank you. I love what I do.”

“Oh what are these?” She began to reach for canvases that were stashed behind his easel.

Nick raced behind her, stopping her from turning them around. “Oh those are unfinished….Sorry I don’t like to show any of my work before it’s done…I hope you don’t mind..”

“No of course not. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so nosy,” she took a few steps back.

“It’s ok. You didn’t know. So, uh….how are you feeling today? Are you remembering anything yet?”

“No, everything’s still fuzzy. I had a strange dream though, with flashes of memories, but not enough to figure out anything important. It’s so frustrating,” she sighed.

“Who don’t we go out to breakfast, then we can stop by the club and see if your boss can tell us anything.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she smiled.


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“Good morning father,” Ethan greeted as he entered the kitchen.

“Good morning Ethan. Have you seen the New York Times yet?” he asked his son, sipping his coffee.

“No not yet. Why, something interesting?”

Julian handed the paper over, pointing to a headline. “It seems that Fox has had another show in New York of his….art….” Julian mocked as he spit out the words.

“How long has it been? Seven years now since he chose that ridiculous way of life,” Ethan ridiculed as he chewed on some toast.

“Yes….Growing up father and I always knew he’d never amount to anything…..so it didn’t surprise us one bit.”

“At least he’s not a bum on the streets…although an artist is hardly a step above a bum,” Ethan laughed and Julian joined in. “By the way, where is Theresa? I haven’t seen her in two days?”

“Oh on another one of her shopping trips. That’s one of the few things she’s good at,” Ethan rolled his eyes. RING RING! “Oh excuse me father, I have to take this,” he stood up as he looked down at his cellphone. He stepped into the hallway as he answered. “Hey gorgeous….ya I’ll come over tonight…..make sure you wear that red number I like so much….ya the mrs. is gone again for the weekend….ok…bye…” he whispered as he turned off his phone and returned to the kitchen.

“I’ll see you at work father, bye…” Ethan waved to his father with a grin on his face.

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thank u both so much! ethan2006theresa you're so sweet to say that! that made my day! therox are my fav and are fun to write!

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