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  Then Yous Happened

Sandi Lynn

Then Y'all Happened

Copyright © 2014 Sandi Lynn

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This is a piece of work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the writer's imagination or are used factitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or expressionless, is entirely coincidental.

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Models: Tessi Le'Anne & Nathan Weller

Editing past B.Z. Hercules

Dedication

Then Yous Happened is defended to all of my die difficult romance fans! Thanks for taking a chance and reading something new from me. I've stepped outside the box to hopefully give you some laughter and fun!

XOXO

Quotes

"Give a daughter the right shoes and she tin can conquer the world." ~ Marilyn Monroe

"Apparel are like a proficient repast, a good movie, and great pieces of music." ~ Michael Kors

"A girl should be ii things: classy and fabulous." ~ Coco Chanel

Tabular array of Contents

Dedication

Quotes

Prologue

Chapter 1

Affiliate 2

Chapter 3

Affiliate 4

Chapter 5

Chapter six

Affiliate 7

Chapter viii

Chapter ix

Chapter 10

Affiliate eleven

Affiliate 12

Affiliate thirteen

Chapter 14

Chapter xv

Affiliate xvi

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Affiliate 21

Affiliate 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Affiliate 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Affiliate 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Affiliate 39

Affiliate 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

The Upside of Honey

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Prologue

Do you remember when y'all played with your Barbies as a child? You had a beautiful, blonde-haired Barbie doll that you lot dressed in the well-nigh elegant dress because Ken, the hottest male person doll always made, was coming to selection her upward and take her to the most magnificent ball. She'd be up in her room, in the townhouse, looking at herself in the full-length mirror. While collywobbles stirred, Barbie would exist all light-headed with excitement for her engagement with Ken. The doorbell rang and Barbie would take the lift downward to find Ken, who was looking hot and sexy in his black tuxedo. He would lean in closer for a osculation and whisper in her ear, "Barbie, I'm going to marry yous and purchase y'all a dream house where the two of u.s. tin raise a happy family."

Barbie would smile at Ken as she jumped upward and down in excitement, simply yet waited for that ring on her finger. She would hook her arm in his and off they would go to the ball.

Once they arrived, Barbie would expect around and thank Ken for bringing her to such a glamourous outcome. She would feel like the luckiest Barbie on Earth to be on the arm of the most handsome male of them all. Barbie was a queen and Ken was her rex.

All would become well until Teresa Barbie showed up at the ball with her long, silky, blackness pilus and eyes like a cat. Her skin glowing with a luminous tan every bit she strutted her little body in her silvery, short, glittered dress past my king. I watched as his head turned and the smile on his face up grew wide.

"Alibi me, Barbie. I'g going to get us some drinks from the bar."

He walked away and I noticed he approached Teresa. Tears filled my eyes as I watched them talk and laugh. He grabbed her hand and off they went. My king, stolen by another adult female. I ran back to my townhouse, as my earth was at present shattered. The love of my life. My king. My Ken, dumped me for another Barbie. My life would never be the same.

And that was where it all began. Somehow, we knew, even as children who played innocently with Barbies, that men would ultimately betray us and fill up our hearts with promises they never intended to proceed, leaving united states lone and wondering what the other Barbie had that we didn't.

What'south the moral of this story, you ask? Information technology'south uncomplicated. Men suck, Barbies suck, and at that place's no such thing as true love. Does life continue? Sure it does, simply with plenty of tequila. This is my story.

Chapter 1

Sierra

I stirred when I heard my phone beep and I opened my optics. The olfactory property of his cologne first thing in the morning was nauseating. I rolled out from under his arm and picked upward my phone, which I left sitting on his nightstand concluding night. Shit, I thought as I read a text message from Kirsty.

"Where the hell are you? I'm at your firm, sitting on your unslept bed. Did you forget almost the meeting you have this morning with the Dickson Brothers? They already aren't fond of you. This is your last hazard."

"I didn't forget. Exit my black pinstripe pant accommodate and my black lace push-upwards bra. You know, the i with the actress lift? I'll be dwelling shortly."

"Look what I constitute!" Royce said equally he held up the leather strap.

"Good times," I said as I gave a fake smile and put on my bra.

He got upwards from the bed and walked into the bathroom. "Grab a loving cup of coffee on your style out. My maid bought some to-get cups," he said as he peed with the door open.

I rolled my eyes at his generosity and pulled on my skirt. I grabbed my bag and put on my sunglasses. "I'm out of here, Royce. Thanks for last night."

"Have a farewell, Sierra. We'll talk soon. Last night was fun," he yelled as I walked out the door.

James, my driver, was waiting for me at the curb. "Good morning, Sierra," he said as I took the loving cup of java he held in his mitt.

"Forenoon."

James had been driving me and my begetter effectually for the concluding five years. He was accustomed to me and my behaviors. The thing I loved about him was that he didn't guess me, unlike my mother, Delia. He knew my patterns and he knew my men. Shit, he knew my secrets. He was there for me during the toughest times in my life and he got me.

"Tough night, Sierra?" he asked.

I yawned earlier I took a sip of my coffee. "Isn't it always, James?"

He cocked a grinning and pulled up to my business firm located in Hollywood Hills. Every bit he reached his manus out the window and punched in the three-digit code to the gate, I watched equally Kirsty came running out of the firm with her hands up in the air.

Kirsty and I were the same age and nosotros met back in college when we were roommates. Delia was appalled that I actually stayed in a dorm freshman twelvemonth because the Adams were amend than that. I wanted the rounded freshman college experience of living on campus, fifty-fifty if information technology was just for a year. I hated every infinitesimal of it and my dad refused to let me motion considering he said that it would be skillful for me to encounter the other side of life. After my freshman year, my dad moved me into an upscale apartment and I moved Kirsty in with me. She became similar a second daughter to him. Non simply was she my banana, merely she was besides my best friend. She grew up in a small town in Missouri and attended UCLA on a full-ride scholarship for business. She was incredibly smart and she tried to her all-time to continue me gro

unded. She had a affair for James and I'm pretty certain he had a thing for her. Who wouldn't love her five-eight stature and size 2 waist? Not to mention her gorgeous long, dark-brown, wavy hair and big brown optics. She was i of the funniest and sweetest people I knew and I loved her more than the earth. When my father passed abroad two years ago, and I took over as CEO of Adams Advertizement, I brought Kirsty on every bit my assistant. She already kept my life in order, then why non pay her for information technology? As for her and James, in that location was a twelve-twelvemonth gap in age betwixt them. She was xxx and he was 40-two. She didn't see anything incorrect with it. I did considering my parents were twelve years apart and it didn't turn out well.

My parents, Carl and Delia Adams, divorced when I was nine years old. They shared joint custody of me because my dad wouldn't have it whatever other way. I was his piffling angel and the simply affections in his life. He got my mom significant at the age of xviii and they thought they were doing the right matter by getting married. Obviously, it wasn't, because they always fought. During my weeks with him, he would make me come up to the office to sit and observe. He always told me that Adams Advertizing, one of the largest advertising agencies in the world, was going to be mine someday and he wanted to brand sure I was set for it. I learned the ropes, the tricks, the lingo, so attended UCLA, where I graduated with a Master'south degree. As before long as I graduated, I became his right paw.

He was diagnosed with prostate cancer at the age of fifty-two and lost his boxing four years later. I became the CEO of Adams Advertising when I was just xx-eight years quondam and had been running information technology for about ii years. It was tough being a immature corporate woman where nobody wanted to have you seriously. That was why I devoted my life to my career and my company. At that place were other reasons, but I'll get into that later.

"It's almost time? Practise you see what time information technology is?" Kirsty snapped.

"Aye, I do," I said as James helped me out of the limo. "Are my dress ready?"

"Of course they're gear up. All laid out nicely on the bed, waiting for y'all to change into them."

I walked into the house, ready my coffee on the counter in the kitchen, and said hullo to Rosa, my maid.

"Good morning, Sierra."

"Morning, Rosa. Toast a half of bagel for me delight, light cream cheese. I'll grab it on my manner out."

"No problem, senorita."

I walked upstairs and opened my bedroom door. There, lying on the bed, was my pinstripe blackness suit and my push-up bra. Kirsty followed behind and sat on the bed while I changed.

"So, how many final night?" she asked.

I turned to her and smiled as I threw my shirt at her and put on my push button-upwards bra. "Three."

"Damn. The but orgasms I've had lately were compliments of moi."

I laughed as I slipped on my jacket and buttoned the only button there was, exposing the lace on my bra and the enticing cleavage it created. I twisted up my long, blonde hair with a clip and turned to Kirsty. "Well, if information technology makes yous feel any ameliorate, I pictured George Clooney fucking me in lodge to achieve them."

She giggled. "Y'all have the most perfect tits. I wish I had tits like you. All I have are these size B cups," she said as she looked downwards and pushed them together through her top.

"Get a puppet chore?" I smiled as I put my anxiety into my black Jimmy Choos with the four-inch heels.

"I merely might."

"Bullshit. You're too scared," I said as I left the room and she followed behind.

"True. Merely and then maybe James would discover me more."

I sighed. "Give it up, Kirsty. He's too old for you."

"Merely by twelve years. When you're our age, that doesn't matter anymore."

I rolled my eyes, grabbed my bagel and briefcase from Rosa, and headed to the automobile. James opened the door for me and I slid in while Kirsty got in on the other side.

"We're going to be late," she said.

"We'll be fine," I replied every bit I pulled out my phone. "Hmm. I have a text message from Don. He wants to come across up tonight. Apparently, there'due south a new art gallery opening and he wants me to attend it with him."

"I don't like him," Kirsty said.

"You don't like whatsoever of the guys I know."

"True. Merely he creeps me out. He has those creepy eyes. Y'all know; like a child molester'south."

I smacked her on the arm. "He does non. He's a good guy. Rich, successful, and a no-strings type of playboy."

"Child molester," she said as she shook her caput.

Chapter 2

The Dickson brothers were exactly what part of their concluding proper name was: dicks. They were twins and owned an acne handling line chosen "Cypher, Zap, and Away." Did the shit work? Hell if I know. I didn't care if it did or didn't. My job was to brand certain they were happy with the advertizement jingle my company came up with. Apparently, they weren't and that was why this urgent meeting was called.

"Morn, Sasha," I said as I took the loving cup of coffee she had waiting for me in her mitt.

"Morning time, Sierra. The Dicks, I hateful, Dickson Brothers are waiting for y'all and they're pissed yous're late."

I sighed and put on my faux smile as I entered my costly function.

"Adept morning, Brad and Tim. You gentlemen are looking spiffy this morning."

"You're belatedly, Sierra. How many times exercise we have to tell you that our time is precious?" they both said in sync. Weirdos. Evidently weirdos.

"I'm sorry, but the LA traffic was brutal this morn. I can't aid traffic. I wish I could," I said as I sat down backside my desk. "Now, what'south going on with your business relationship?"

"It'due south shit," Brad and Tim said together.

I looked at them with knitted eyebrows. "Practice either one of y'all always speak alone?"

They both looked at me and leaned back in their chairs. Kirsty was sitting in a chair beyond the room, belongings upward her pinky finger. I did everything in my power not to outburst out into laughter.

"If you tin can't handle this account, so nosotros volition find someone who can," Tim said.

"Agree upwardly, guys. You've been with Adams Advertising for what, three years now?"

"Yeah."

"We fabricated it work then and we'll make it work now."

"Your male parent made it work, Sierra." Brad scowled.

Sexist pigs. That was what they were. I folded my hands and brought them up to my chin. "Permit me call Terry and bring him up here." I smiled equally I picked up the phone. I picked up the sketches with the slogans from my desk and looked at them. My face twisted as I read the slogans.

"I think they're tricky," I said as I got upward from my chair and walked over to them. I looked at Kirsty as she sat there, pushing up her tits. I walked over to Brad first and handed him the first sketch. I bent over, making certain my cleavage was all up in his face.

"Cipher, Zap, Away; your zits aren't going to stay," I read as I pointed to the slogan. "Come across; that's catchy. I would totally buy your product so will every acne-ridden teenager in America."

I walked over to Tim and did the same, making sure he got a full view of my cleavage. "Every bit you can see hither, there's a happy teenager looking at herself in the mirror. So what do you both recollect?"

"They're absolutely cute."

"Excuse me?" I said as I stood up straight.

Both of them came back to reality with looks of horror on their faces. Brad cleared his pharynx.

"Nosotros mean that the sketches are beautiful."

"Yeah, they are, aren't they?" I smiled every bit pushed my shoulders back and walked to my desk.

Terry knocked on the door and so poked his head in. "Y'all chosen for me, Sierra?"

"Come in, Terry. It seems that Brad and Tim aren't happy with the slogan for Nix, Zap, Away.

"Really? We all thought it was slap-up," he said.

"It doesn't matter what you call back, Terry. It'southward what our clients call back and they think it sucks." I got upwardly from my desk-bound and held

my pen in my hand. I walked over in front of Tim and Brad and dropped it betwixt them.

"Oh dear. Excuse me," I said as I bent down and picked it up. Instead of standing back upward, I knelt downwards with my arms on their chairs and then when they looked at me, all they could encounter were my tits. "So, I'll have Terry come with something else."

"Umm. No demand," they both said together. "We've decided we similar it."

"Fabulous, gentlemen." I smiled.

They got upwards from their seats and I shook their hands. "See; I knew we wouldn't disappoint you."

"No, you certainly have not!" They smiled earlier walking out of the role.

Kirsty walked over and high-fived me. "Vivid!"

"They're pigs." I laughed.

"That may be true, but they're pigs who you made very happy and gave them something to jack off to." Kirsty smiled.

I sighed as I opened the small closet in my office and took out a cami. I slipped it on over my bra and saturday down backside my desk. Kirsty left to go do assistant work and I picked upwards my phone and sent a text message to Don.

"Hey, I'd beloved to go to that fine art gallery opening tonight. I'll come across you there effectually eight?"

"Hey, gorgeous. Sounds good. After the opening, we tin catch a seize with teeth to eat and and then head over to my identify so I can fuck you senseless. Sound skilful?"

"Sounds bang-up," I lied.

I only dated rich men who wore expensive suits, drank the finest wine, left large tips, and who were as fucked up as I was where relationships were concerned. No relationships, no strings, and no bullshit. It was the easiest mode to avoid heartbreak. I don't think there's whatever other hurting in the world that hurts every bit bad as heartache. I'd had my share. Besides turning two of my ex-boyfriends gay, the man I thought was the love of my life left Los Angeles to proceed a trip and never came dorsum. Since then, I rarely went out. I cached myself in my piece of work and occasionally, okay, more than occasionally, had sex activity with the businessmen that were in my own powerful world. I was a huge fan of fine art, so attention the opening of a new fine art gallery was enticing to me. Don wasn't all that bad in bed, even though he called himself "the male monarch." As long as I pictured George Clooney, I was practiced to become. If I ever had to step into reality and focus on the guys that were fucking me, I'd probably join the convent. I was happy in my fiddling sex world with George, and nothing or no one was going to change that.

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