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Kelly, who was sitting with her new friends , Nicole and Brittney, who were twins , were listening to her sing a song called , " Our Song "

A car pulled up and Kelly and the twins ran towards it.



"Mom ! Meet my friends, Nicole and Brittney !"



" Hey there ! " Brooke greeted.



The twins said a cheerful ' hello.'





" Bye guys !" Kelly said, " See ya on monday . "



" Bye ! " The twins replied. As Brittney and Nicole were walking , Nicole bumped into a man, who must've been listening to the conversation earlier.



" Excuse me ladies, do you know the girl who got into a Ms. Brooke Spillers jeep? " He asked.



" Well... yeah. Kelly Spiller her daughter .. " Nicole said. " How do you know Ms. Spiller? " she asked him.



" oh , I'm really good friends with her, I just never met her daughter, Kelly you said it was ?"



Nicole and Brittney nodded.



"Say, do you know how old Kelly is ? " The man asked.



" Ummm ... I think she told us she is sixteen." Brittney told him.



" Thank you ladies." The man walked off, leaving the twins going home confused.





Later on that night.....



His daughter. His daughter ! Oliver couldn't belive it when the twins said it was Brooke's daughter. Sixteen year old daughter to be exact...sixteen years he was divorced with Brooke.





Well Oliver was certainly gonna do some father - daughter bonding when he gets through with Brooke the next morning. Oliver smiled.

Oh yes , he will get back with Brooke and get to know his daughter Kelly.

Brooke was looking down at the busy little city of London.



"Well what do we have here ?" A low familiar voice said at the door.



Brooke's shoulders straightened and she turned around and said,



" Oliver , what are you doing here ? "



He moved closer, touching the marble shelf with his left pointer finger.



" The question is , what are you doing here ?"



" I .. I .. " Brooke stuttered," I work here, Oliver."



" When ? " He moved closer.



" I started today."Brooke moved back a step , which made Oliver move even closer.



" Now , why is it ,everytime I try to move closer to you, you back away from me .. ? "



" Were over Oliver."



" Last time I checked, we were over sixteen years ago."



Brooke turned her back toawrds Oliver.

Just go, she thought.



" Why are you here ? "



" Why, I'm head attorney here in London. "





She knew it ! Not , that she was going to admit it though. She just remembered Kelly.Her daughter. Oliver's daughter.Sixteen years she kept this a secret. Staying away from Oliver, so he wouldn't find out about her was hard.Now, keeping Kelly a secret from Oliver was going to be even harder. Brooke looked at her watch, time to go pick up Kelly from school.



Oliver touched Brookes left shoulder. He slowly moved his left pointer finger down the v - neck of her blouse.His finger just stopped between her breasts. His head moved down , close , to her neck, his mouth an inch away.Brooke felt his breath slowly on her neck.

She made that sweet little moan he always liked when she was in bed with him, years ago.



" Did I tell you, how much I missed doing this ? "

Oliver said slowly, as he moved in to kiss her neck.Brooke moved her head to her right. The finger in her cleavage was going lower.



Oliver moaned and moved closer. Brooke realized she still had to go pick up Kelly.She quickly got away from him and gathered up her stuff and said,



" I have to go now. I'll see ya around Oliver." Brooke said as she rushed out the doors of her office, leaving a hard, confused, speechless Oliver Queen in her office.

After Brooke dropped off her daughter at school,she drove down to The Louvre. She was transferred as a promotion job.She parked her car and walked in.



She stopped at a desk with a lady with white hair.



" Excuse me, where is room 212 ?? " She asked in french.



"The Second floor,take the elevator welcome to The Louvre . " She replied in the same language.



Doing as the lady said, Brooke walked into her office. The desk facing her, and with a window showing practically all of the city.Brooke couldn't even believe how beautiful it was.





Oliver was getting out of his limosine as he stopped at The Louvre.

" She is here sir. In the room she was assigned to." a man about six - foot told him .Oliver nodded and headed toward the entrance of The Louvre.

Brooke Spiller and her 16 year old daughter Kelly were standing at the threshold of their new home. Sixteen years after her divorce with her ex - husband Oliver Queen, now some hot shot attorney or something , she can't remember, she was now ready to start a new life.





" It's ........... nice...mom." Kelly said.



" You think ? "



" Yeah ! Mom were here, were home.I'm gonna go pick out my room."



" Okay darling, get ready for bed."



" Alright" Kelly sighed. " Night mom. "



" Night "





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The next morning at the London Attorneys office, Oliver Queen had an important call on the phone.



" She's where !?! " He said.



" Oh, I will give her a warm welcome.."



He hung up and thought about his ex - wife Brooke Spiller.She was a very slim woman he can remember. He remembered her long luscious brown wavy hair.His hands going though it. The more he thought about her the more he got hard.He groaned in frustration, he had to have her.