Melanie's Worth: Part Five

"So, you don't know if you slept with him but that he definitely was there at your flat all night, how out where you?" Thara pointed out.

"Well, I woke up in my own sick... I think it's my own sick," pondered Melanie.

"Well, if you threw up surely then you would have remembered if you had more then a tussle... so what does he look like with no clothes on?" Thara asked.

"Well, all I can remember is him coming out of the shower in just my towel but it's like every woman for herself because he is absolutely gorgeous, I just wanted to run my fingers down his chest..."

"I'm sure you want to do more then that Mel... I still can't believe you don't remember, how can you forget hotness like that!" Thara said giggling.

"I know... it was awkward saying goodbye, I doubt I'd see him again... errrrr... I'm so annoyed." Melanie said.

"Maybe you didn't have sex with him because you're a grumpy cow," Thara giggled again.

"Gee thanks Thara, I knew I could count on your support," Melanie said sarcastically and took a sip of her warm Cappacino.

THREE WEEKS LATER

Melanie strolled into the office, it was a sunny Wednesday morning and she decided to wear a floral dress for the occasion. She had nicked it from Thara because she loved the flower design and it clung to her every curve and went out at the bottom which gave her a sexy yet serene image. She had put on a canvas jacket over it and matched it with simple flat sandals. As she approached her desk and dumped her bag down, she noticed that Gemma was not at her desk where she should usually be. Melanie looked out and noticed for the first time that the office was too quiet and that something was definitely wrong. She decided to go for a walk and that at the far side of the floor, noticed a crowd of women and a few men were congregating outside a boardroom. She approached closer and saw Gemma stealing a look inside.

"What is going on?" Mel asked.

"It's Gloria Worthington, she's come here looking for a representative..." Gemma volunteered.

"Why?" Melanie dumbfounded.

"Because her husband is tarnishing her reputation, they're going through a divorce and she wants the best PR agent to do some damage control," Gemma said biting her lower lip, "I wonder who it'll be."

"Well, it better not be me... I have too much going on at the moment to be dealing with yet another feuding couple. Anyway Gemma, I'm sure we'll get a memo about this, can you get back to work... I need you to do a few things for me."

A few minutes later as Melanie got settled into work and was writing up an email, the red intercom button flashed on her phone console. It was the big Boss. She finished her call and hung up and pressed the red button.

"Hi Clarice, yes, of course, I will be there." She hung up and straightened up her dress and made her way towards Clarice's office, she sort of knew first hand what this was about and she wasn't looking forward to it.

She sat down at the offered seat and came face to face with Gloria Worthington.

"Ms Worthington, would like you to represent her," Clarice said, "She is been portrayed in the media in an unsightly way and she asked for the best when she came here and I'm giving her the best, you, naturally."

"Okay. What exactly is going wrong?" Melanie asked, a little perplexed.

Gloria didn't even wait for Clarice's explanation, she dived right in, "My ex-husband to be is being a right bastard, I hate him but I love him but at the same time, I want to give him nothing... I'm just angry, I need someone to salvage my reputation because that's all I've got!"

Melanie kept a straight face but she didn't feel any sympathy for her at all, she recognised a drama queen when she saw one and this one could join the long list.

"And whom is your ex husband?" Melanie asked.

"Sam Worthington!" Gloria said bitterly.

Melanie's eyes shot up and she stared at Gloria and realised now, why she hadn't latched on. This just couldn't get any worse, could it?

"Do you know him?" Gloria asked.

"Only in magazines," Melanie replied.

Melanie's Worth: Part Four

She blew her nose into a tissue and flung it over her shoulder, it fell inches away from another table having dinner.

"I can't believe he would just throw me out, I'm his wife for gods sake. I said I was sorry," Gloria said sulking into another tissue. She was seated at a table in The Dorchester Hotel talking to her long time friend and confidant Alex Donovan. Alex Donovan owned all the hottest night spots in London, you could say he was loaded. He was tall and debonair, his black hair was slicked back far from his face and he always wore tailor fitted Saville Row suits and he had been pining for Gloria for as long as he could remember. He had sated himself with a bevy of beauties but they had just been a substitute for her. Gloria was beautiful, she was tall and she was successful but the only bad point about her, that she was married to Sam Worthington the commoner. She deserved to be with someone who knew how to treat a woman and Sam did not. So what if he was an up and coming movie star, he was still common as muck. Alex paused and leaned forward,

"You had meaningless sex, with whom?" he asked, suddenly alert.

"Just this guy I met in a club, it's no big deal... I don't even know his name... he said he was some entrepreneur, he was investing in shipping... as if that line works anymore..." Gloria wiped at her eyes, they were now seriously swollen and bloodshot.

Alex eyebrows narrowed in, "Is this man balding and has a faint scar just below his right eye?"

He saw her eyes widen and knew he had been correct.

"Yeah, do you know him?" she queried.

Alex didn't hesitate to tell her that he was not what he says he is, but that he owns several pawnshops in some of the roughest neighbour hoods in London and to stay well away from him. He saw her feign terror and said he would take care of it.

"Gloria, have you anywhere to stay?"

She nodded sideways, "No, but I'll check in here."

"Don't be silly Gloria, you can stay with me..."

"But... but I..." she stammered, "That would... would be great, thanks Alex." She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

A few metres from where they were sitting, sat a journalist, she was writing everything that she could hear of them and took a picture as Gloria's lips fell upon Alex's cheek.

Melanie was sitting in a quiet cafe on the Kings Road in Chelsea, her nose was stuck in a good book and she was sipping a Cappuccino. Thara her friend would be meeting her in a couple of minutes for lunch and she was looking forward to a major chinwag, she couldn't wait to see her and tell her that Sam Worthington happened to be at her apartment at all hours of the early morning. She wondered what her friend would think of her, she didn't make a habit of inviting guys home but then can she tell her friend, she didn't know whether she slept with him or not. She had been so out of it, that she can hardly remember the act. She felt so ashamed and now she was contemplating whether to speak about it or not.

Thara came bounding down the road in a new outfit and handbag to go, she leaned forward and gave Melanie a hug and sat down on the chair beside her.

"What you reading darl?" Thara said, moving to see the cover, "What's this romance malarkey, got any good sex bits in it?"

Maybe Melanie, should say something... "I think I slept with Sam Worthington!"

"Shut up! What? When? And what do you mean, you think?" Thara never ran out of questions to ask, "Let me order a drink and you have to tell me everything... EVERYTHING!"

Melanie's Worth: Part Three

Mel sat up, her head dizzy from laughter. She felt almost light headed. Sam stood up and helped her up.

"I really ought to change, I'm going to be late for work..." Mel said, composing herself.

"Yeah, I have to head off too."

"This is the awkward bit, right? We have to say our goodbyes and make a swift exit," Mel said staring at a point past his shoulder.

Sam peered down at her, she was avoiding his gaze and something inside him tugged. He didn't know quite what it was, but was he willing to find out? He watched Mel become uneasy, she hugged him and smiled weakly, heading towards the bedroom door.

"I'll see you around, I'm sure."

Sam wanted to say something, but he simply nodded. She had disappeared into her bedroom and he grabbed his things and left the place.

Melanie sat on her bed, furious with herself for not hinting at more and furious at him for not at least saying thank you for a great shag, what did she expect. A knight in shining armour express, this wasn't a fairytale where he would fall madly in love with her for what, one night, it just didn't happen that way. She was so surprised that she even went home with an hot up and coming movie star, let alone had something with him. She wasn't one for one night stands, you could never trust the other person, they could always turn into axe murderers for all she knew. She started to take off her heels and climb into her jeans for work when the phone started ringing. She skipped to the point, jeans past her knees and made a grab. It was her assistant Gemma telling her that there had been a power cut at the office and that the engineers were working on the problem and not to bother coming in. Melanie collapsed on the bed, her face making contact with the pool of sick on her pillow, she cringed and decided she would clean up the mess before any more surprises cropped up.

Sam pushed the key through the lock and paused at the door.

"What are you doing here?" he said annoyed, he dropped his bag at the door and shut it.

"I came here because we should talk," the tall blonde semi naked woman said.

"I'm done talking," Sam said, grabbing her clothes and flinging it at her, "Do yourself a favor, get dressed and get out of here."

"Sam, how many times do I have to tell you... I'm sorry about that... it won't happen again..."

Sam opened the fridge and closed it again, leaning against the kitchen work top he exhaled, "I want a divorce... you'll be hearing from my lawyer soon."

"Sam, you can't be serious..."

He walked towards her, he was angry now, more then he wanted to show, he grabbed her right arms and her clothes and walked her towards the door. He flung her into the hallway, discarding her as if she was a piece of trash which she was considering what she had done to him, "Don't you ever try to come back here... I'll have your stuff delivered to your agents..."

"Sam, you'll pay for this!" the threat came.

He slammed the door and sighed, he was already paying for it. He marched towards the phone and dialled a number.

Melanie's Worth: Part Two

He didn't sleep around, it wasn't his thing. His mother brought him up the old fashioned way, that relationships was what set the mark, not a one night stand. How was he going to get himself out of this one? He had drunk far too much last night, that he hadn't remembered even coming home to this place, let alone getting intimate with this woman who was more shocked then he was at the situation. He scratched his head, trying to find something to break the awkward silence but he didn't have to wait long because she stammered,

"You're Sam Worthington..?"

He heard himself answer her, "Yeah and you are...?"

"Melanie..."

"The bathroom's free, if you want to use it... I'm just going to make some breakfast, you want some?" He heard himself force conversation, his mother would be very upset with him, if he were to storm out and leave her on her own after the night they had spent together. He made a beeline towards the kitchen.

Melanie turned around and watched him head to the kitchen. He seemed friendly enough, he had used one of her pink towels to wrap around his lower half, but she didn't mind. She enjoyed admiring the top half, firm abs, she could definitely see herself wrapping around or even doing the ironing on and wow, those biceps, they must have been on either side of her when they had sex last night and she was beginning to get all hot and flustered, how the hell had that all happened? She wasn't going to mull over it too much right now, she was just going to enjoy the fact that the hottest piece of ass, was making her... HER breakfast. Today was going to be a good day, despite her hugely annoying hangover.

"I'm just heading for a shower," she said at the top of her voice. She watched him nod and ran into the bathroom. She waxed her legs, using what she had left of her wax strips, plucked her eyebrows, put a layer of french polish on her fingers, had a shower and washed the grease and yuck from her hair and body. She spritzed on, some of her perfume and headed to the bedroom, where she grabbed her most sexiest outfit for work. A LBD from Dolce, a gift he had given her for her birthday, so what, if it was last season, it gave her bum a good lift. She matched it with strappy Blaniks and she assessed her hair and make-up. She grabbed her bag and worried about tidying up her room when she got in later. She walked out, as if she was on the catwalks of Milan.

Sam looked up, he was flipping eggs and bacon when he saw the brunette emerge from the bedroom. She looked completely different. She looked like a minx, ready to pounce. He just didn't like his woman like that all, he liked them make-up free, laid back, a kind of t-shirt jeans wearing girl, this woman was dressed to kill and somehow, killed off his libido.

Melanie watched the look of surprise on his face disappear, to a look of utter disgust. She wondered what she had done, to make him look like she had put him off. She waited nervously in the hallway and got a hold of herself, walking in seven inch heels, she walked towards him, not noticing a a bit of wiring out of place. She leapt in the air and screamed as saw the floor coming towards her. She fell in Sam's arms without a moment to spare, how did that happen? One minute he was cooking and the next she was in his arms.

"Thanks," Mel said exasperated, "I know now, why I never wear these heels. I look like a complete idiot and a tranny."

Sam laughed and they collapsed to the floor laughing.

Melanie's Worth: Part One

Melanie swept the sleep from her eyes, she didn't want to get up for work. She just wasn't ready to face the world right now, she just wanted to sleep until her throbbing head disappeared, but could she afford to take another day off work yet again? She didn't want to build a reputation for being an all-time-late-nighter and never showed up for work, her life depended on this job. People depended on her. She sat up slowly, feeling the stiffness in her neck and felt a dampness against her cheek, her hand touched the pillow where her face had laid and to her horror, realised she had slept on her very own sick. It was green in colour and had a mosaic of the remnants of Mediterranean food she had consumed last night, she suddenly felt the bile in her throat rise and ran straight for the bathroom, only to collide with a wall of muscle. She looked up to see who she bumped into and her jaw hit the floor.

"No fucking way!" she heard herself say.