Just Luck


Chapter 1

"Another one? Seriously?" Isabella Cook sighed, resting her fist against her cheek, her wavy auburn hair tied in a loose ponytail hanging over her shoulder. The bartender looked at the irritated woman and left the pair of girls alone when she shook her head, silently telling him that she'll handle this.

They were at a bar with Charmaine drinking her heart out. Actually, Isabella never came with Charmaine but the bartender, seeing as Charmaine was going crazy with alcohol, took the liberty to snatch up her phone and call the name under speed dial number 2. The name under speed dial number 1 was Nathaniel Seymour but since she just kept going on and on and on about how "Nate's a dick", he thought better than to call him to take care of the fiery blond.

"I. Need. More." Charmaine slammed her fist onto the table but her friend just looked at her indifferently. "Isa! I need more!"

"You're being a baby," the pale blue-eyed girl told her flat in the face.

"Some friend you are," Charmaine slurred, her movements forming some sort of weird dance.

"I am so ashamed to say that you and I know each other," Isa continued her rant.

"I…just…need one more…"

"No!" Isa caught Charmaine's wrist. "You've drank far too much!"

"But Isa," Charmaine whined.

"Look," Isa said, her voice getting louder and louder with each word. "I know that you just caught that bastard of a boyfriend of yours cheating on you but do not mope around like this! This is not the Charmaine Leighton that I know!"

"I…" Charmaine sniffed. "I loved him…"

"Well now, you don't," Isa said in a cold voice. "Come on, Char! You've got that job interview tomorrow, right? I can't just let you go there while you're in the hangover that you will obviously get!"

"Just one more…" Charmaine's head bobbed up and down.

"No," Isa said in a firm voice, taking hold of her hand. "We are going home."

"No!" Charmaine struggled to get her hand out of her friend's grasp, growling.

"Charmaine" Milly scolded. "If you won't listen to me, I'll call Richard."

"No! Not Richard!" Charmaine gasped dramatically, shaking her head vigorously.

"I'm not going to argue with you any longer, Charmaine," Isa said, exasperated.

"Don't…" Charmaine mumbled. "Call Richard."

"Then we'll go home right now," Isa ordered.

"No!"

"Fine!" Isa exclaimed. "I'm calling for back-up then!"

Charmaine watched her friend take out her phone while walking towards the bathroom. It was only natural since you couldn't possibly hear a thing if you're talking to someone on the phone in a bar.

Charmaine huffed, resting her head against the cool table of the bar, not minding the fact that a man slipped into Isa's seat beside her. Her mind was hazy but she knew that the man beside her was trying to get drunk as well like she did.

The middle aged bartender could only shake his head as he gave the newcomer his strong alcohol, Kids these days.

"I take it that you're not here just for fun?" the man turned to Charmaine, taking a shot.

Charmaine scoffed, taking note of his dark hair and dark eyes, "Why should I tell you?"

"Hm," the man nodded. "You don't have to. Just trying to make conversation."

"Alright then," Charmaine agreed. "Then let me ask you, why are all men dicks?"

"Then why are all woman bitches?" the man retaliated.

Charmaine arched an eyebrow, "Got cheated on?"

"Yeah," the man said, taking another shot into his system. "And you?"

"Ditto," Charmaine sighed, raising her head.

"Hate this world," the man grunted, taking in another shot. "Hate this life. Hate my life."

"It really hurts, doesn't it?"

"You have no idea," the man rolled his eyes but then paused. "No, wait, sorry. You do have idea. Or, no, rather you do know what it feels like."

"Like you're buried in piles and loads of crap below rock bottom that you just hit?"

The guy laughed, now drunk. He obviously couldn't take much alcohol. "Exactly – you have weird ways of expressing how you feel, you know."

"I know," Charmaine shrugged.

"Do you…want to go back to my place?" he offered.

"Sorry," Charmaine denied. "Really flattered, but I'm not a fan of one night stands."

"Usually, I don't go that way either," the man confessed. "But you're drunk, I'm drunk. You're heartbroken, so am I. You don't want to take it out on something other than alcohol?"

Charmaine stared at his face. Her mind wasn't working right and she knew her brain was smashed all over the place. Here she was, drunk, after that bastard Nate cheated on her and after hours of moping and drinking, she finds herself talking to a handsome and might she say, hot guy. And he just offered to take her home with him. Well, having a one night stand wasn't part of her principles or anything with morality in it but for some reason, sleeping with this guy next to her and taking it all out on the bed four hours after her break up seemed like a good idea. Seemed like a perfect idea.

She looked at him, a smile forming on her face, "Oh, what the heck! Let's do it."

"I thought you would say that," the man grinned, crushing his lips into hers.

"Wait," she suddenly gasped from the kiss, breaking the contact. "No strings attached?"

"Of course," the man shrugged before kissing her again. "Let's get out of here."

Charmaine grinned, feeling all the more tipsy from the kiss, "Yeah."

The bartender, seeing the exchange, could only shake his head, Kids these days.


"Charmaine?" Isa returned to the bar, dodging the dancing people on the dance floor to the loud music that would make her ears bleed to death any moment. When she saw the empty seat, she gasped, panicking, "Shit."

"Hey, mister," Isa walked to the bar, calling the attention of the bartender who was cleaning the glasses. "Have you seen my friend? Do you know where she went?"

"Yeah," the bartender said casually. "She went with some heartbroken guy to his apartment just a few seconds ago."

"She what?" Isa exclaimed.

"Yeah, they were talking about failed relationships and thought that it would be a good idea to have a one night stand," the bartender shrugged.

"Why didn't you stop them?" Isa demanded.

"Lady, I'm a bartender, not a relationship counselor," the bartender shook his head. "Though I did have a share of being one…look, it wasn't my business anyway. I called you here so that you could take care of that friend of yours but seeing as you couldn't do it, she might as well go fool around with that young man."

Isa's mouth hung agog, "You…Ugh, whatever!"

Kids, the bartender shook his head for the umpteenth time. They should know how to endure the consequences of their actions by themselves…

Isa called her friends phone multiple times, all arriving at one sound, Beep, beep, beep

"Damn it, Charmaine!"


The shine shone through the window and Charmaine cringed from the blinding rays.

"Ugh," she groaned, rubbing her temple. "God, my head hurts. What did I do to myself last night? Drown myself in the pool?"

Her eyes fluttered open, sighing to herself as she tried to move her limbs. Then she realized, her headache gone, Wait, why the hell am I naked?

She narrowed her eyes to an unspecified direction. She was definitely not in Nate's place, she thought to herself as she scanned the room. The furniture was modern, the wallpaper was furnished, the floor was carpeted and as Charmaine looked out of the window, she saw an amazing view of Boston.

Definitely not Nate's place, Charmaine shook her head. And besides, I broke up with him…then…

"Shit!" Charmaine's eyes widened. "No, no, no. Please don't tell me that I did something so stupid like that!"

"I'm afraid you did," a voice came from behind. She stopped then reluctantly turned her head to face the voice, green eyes boring straight into amber ones. He obviously just finished taking a shower – water droplets were materializing on his bare chest which, might Charmaine add was H-O-T and a towel slung across his shoulders while another one was wrapped around his waist.

Charmaine yelped, trying desperately to cover herself, ending up wrapping herself in the white blanket that was messily sprawled over the bed.

"It's nothing that I have never seen before," he simply shrugged. "So, really, hiding your body from me won't make last night disappear."

"Y-you," Charmaine pointed a finger at him.

He only chuckled, "That won't make me disappear either."

"This did not happen!" Charmaine exclaimed, pacing the room. "This did not happen! I didn't sleep with another man hours after my break-up!"

"But you did."

"Shut up!"

"Just saying," the man shrugged.

An intense moment passed without anyone uttering a word so the man broke the silence, sighing, "Look, even though having one night stands isn't exactly in my book, I have come to terms with the fact that I slept with another woman hours after I broke up with my girlfriend of four years. You obviously have not come to terms with it – "

"You think?" Charmaine retorted sarcastically.

But the man ignored her retort, "And you probably need the time to digest the fact that you slept with another guy – "

"I did not!"

"Whatever you say or do," he pointed out. "Won't change the fact that we slept with each other after having our hearts broken by our respective partners, so please, stop denying it!"

"I'm not denying anything because nothing happened!" Charmaine gritted her teeth.

"Yes, and you're not here standing naked in my apartment wrapped in only a blanket, my blanket, even" the man motioned to her skimpy attire.

Charmaine blushed at that, but glared at the man, "Can't we just forget about it? I did not sleep with you. You did not sleep with me. I was never in your apartment. And we never had this conversation!"

The man shrugged, "Fine, suit yourself. I took the liberty of putting your clothes on top of that table over there, by the way."

Charmaine's eyes followed his pointed finger and rushed towards his study table to gather her clothes.

"And you can change in the bathroom too."

Once Charmaine came out of the bathroom all freshen up and everything, she looked happier and shyly poked at the man who was going through some papers. The man looked up, smiling a little at her initiative.

"Hey, um, sorry about before," Charmaine said in a small voice. "I was just…uh, shocked and all and it's my first time to have a one night stand so…"

"Don't worry, I understand," the man nodded. "Besides, you're my first one night stand too."

"Oh," Charmaine said. "Look, sorry for the trouble I caused. If we didn't meet like this, I probably would've considered you as a friend but seeing as…you know…"

"It's okay," the man dismissed. "You seemed like an interesting person too but yeah, it may be too weird."

"So, is it rude not to introduce myself?"

"It's fine on my end."

"Mine too." Then, Charmaine's eyes widened again as she realized something. "Oh, god, what time is it?"

"7:30."

"Oh, god," Charmaine moaned, suddenly rushing for the door of the apartment. "I'm so late…Isa's gonna kill me…shit, Isa! Damn it. Uh, sorry again but I gotta go now, bye!"

She just whizzed out of the door, leaving the man shocked. "Okay…"


"So glad to see that the prodigal friend finally returned home," Isa crossed her arms as she looked at Charmaine panting in front of the doorway of the apartment they shared together.

"I'm not a prodigal anything," Charmaine glared at her friend.

"You left me alone in that bar to go fooling around with a guy and then turned your phone off when I tried to call you!" Isa exclaimed.

"Yeah, well," Charmaine scratched her head. "Sorry about that."

"You should be," Isa scolded. "Did you know how long it took to convince Richard that you're fine and not missing? Just be thankful that I'm as scared as you are when he's angry."

"Richard!" Charmaine gasped, hugging Isa. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! What will I do without you, Isa?"

"I don't want to know," Isa said. "I'm just glad you actually remembered the interview! Do you know how hard Doug got that spot for you?"

"And did I mention how much I love your boyfriend too?" Charmaine batted her eyelashes.

"Yeah, you already did," Isa wagged her eyebrows. "Now, go and get ready. It'd be a miracle if you're able to get there in time."

"Roger!"

"God, Charmaine," Isa shook her head but was also happy that her friend came home unhurt and seemingly back to normal.


"I'm here for a job interview? Charmaine Leighton?" Charmaine peered down at the receptionist behind the white marble desk.

"Ah yes," the receptionist nodded. "Leighton…Leighton…oh, here it is! Yes, you have an interview slotted for nine o'clock. Please wait in one of those chairs and Mr. Houston will be with you shortly."

"Thank you."

"Mr. Houston?" Charmaine mused to herself as she walked towards one of the chairs.

"Yes, Aiden Houston," a voice said behind her, making her jump. "CEO and the top gun here in Houston Enterprises."

"Doug!" Charmaine spun around, staring at Isa's boyfriend, Doug Hoffman.

"He's also one of my closest friends," Doug nodded. "Glad to see you could make it."

"You have no idea how grateful I am," Charmaine told him.

"It's no big deal," Doug shrugged. "Besides, Aiden's open to anybody and with your academic record, he's all for it, despite the fact that you're fresh out of college. But since you're a girl…he's a bit reluctant."

"Why?" Charmaine was taken aback. "Is he a sexist?"

"No, but the last advertising manager was getting too close for Aiden's comfort," Doug explained, brushing his hair back. With his blond hair and tan skin, he could pass as a surfer.

"Ah…slut?" Charmaine raised an eyebrow.

"To put it more bluntly, yes," Doug laughed. "But seeing as you're not the flirtatious kind, you'd do good, I'm sure. Oh, and I'm sorry about Nate. Isa told me what happened."

"Don't worry about it," Charmaine dismissed. "I'll get over him…"

"Miss Leighton?" The receptionist called. "Mr. Houston will see you now."

"Ok, thanks!" Charmaine returned cheerfully.

"Go get that spot, Char!" Doug cheered for her, grinning.

"Thanks!" Charmaine said before heading to Mr. Houston's office.

It was pretty easy to spot since the door was a large one with AIDEN HOUSTON, CEO embedded on the wood in golden lettering. Charmaine knocked and after receiving the green light to go in, she said, "Um, I'm here for the interview?"

"Yes," Aiden Houston's face was covered by papers. "Miss Leighton, is it?"

"Yes." The voice was eerily familiar…

"Please, sit down," he said, putting the papers down, revealing his face to Charmaine.

"You!" It was the guy she just had a one night stand with!

"Hello, Charmaine," Aiden Houston smiled, clasping his hands together.

"You, you…"

"I was wondering when we'd meet again."

Shit.


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