Sansa’s POVWhen Winston said he had a plan, I didn't know what to expect. He was a man of his words and the kind that knew just how to fix things. But Killian was a touchy subject for him. I didn't know what to expect. I spent the drive down to Wolfe Incorporated all tense, carefully smoothing my cream silk dress, running fingers through my hair. Winston had squeezed my hand before we got into the car and stared into my eyes. “It’ll be fine.”He didn’t lie or show how much he meant it. But I knew it would be fine. Surely. By the time we arrived, the boardroom was packed. Directors, family friends, Winston’s legal team and a few junior staff. We had barely sat down when Killian walked into the room. But he wasn't alone. He literally had half the press in the city right inside the large conference hall. Cameras hovered at the door. He walked in quietly but his eyes flickered once between Winston and me, a mix of shame and disgust on his face.Winston barely spared him a glance
Sansa’s POVIt was the next morning. I yawned softly and stretched against the warm body next to me. Winston. He'd showed me just how much he wanted me. But again, he hasn't slept with me. I begged. I cried. I threw a tantrum. But he said I wasn't ready. That didn't stop him from pleasuring me in ways I didn't even know existed. I was sore, weak and panting by the end of the night. “Hello, sunshine," his raspy voice whispered in my ears and I jerked. “Hey, are you okay?" I turned to him with a pout. “No. And you know it." He smiled. “I've done everything you wanted, woman. What else do you want?" I turned away. “Well, you said you'd…” I trailed off. "I said I'd fuck you. Yes. And I will. But I want it to be special. I want you to remember it for the rest of your life.” I scoffed. "Stop being poetic. I hate it when you torture me. It's been months! Gosh! Are you really making me beg?” He flipped me under him and smiled. "You see what you do to me?” He asked, grinding agains
Sansa’s POV The front door clicked shut behind me and I leaned against the wall of the living room. My high heels was a little loud against the marble floor as I made my way upstairs, arms wrapped around the bags I’d brought back. I was still a little shaky from the experience with Astrid earlier. All she said left me doubting everything I've ever thought I knew. She was my best friend. She was honest. She was my rock when I lost everything in that car crash that claimed my parents. And still, she was the end of my happiness. Or so I'd thought. “I did it all for you." She'd said. And I knew deep within, that she wasn't lying. The entire house was quiet and I pulled off my heels as I snuck into my bedroom without any noise. My bathrobe hung on the back of the bedroom door, as if waiting, and I slipped out of my clothes and into it. I stood for a moment, breathing in the familiar scent of lavender and fresh linen. My heart still felt unsteady. I needed clarity. I needed relief
Sansa’s POVIt was the next day and I felt well rested. My eyelids fluttered open to morning light filtering through silk curtains as I was curled against Winston’s chest, the scent of his cologne comforting as I burrowed into him. For a moment, the world felt perfect: safe, warm, right.Then my mind caught up quickly. The events of the previous night came rushing back. The shopping, Astrid, that card in my purse. Anxiety seeped in like water into my nerves. I gently disentangled myself and slipped from the bed, careful not to wake Winston.A glance at the clock told me it was still early. 7:15 AM. Winston must be out in fifteen to sign some important deal he mentioned. I didn't know the details but he said it was huge.I took a steadying breath and threw on a night robe as I went into the bathroom. I spent a few minutes soaking in the warm scented water and couldn't help but ponder on a lot of things. I had to meet Astrid. This was my past calling and if I didn't find out why she
Sansa’s POVI stood in the softly lit boutique, surrounded by racks of expensive silks, frilly skirts, and jewelry that sparkled like little stars. These would cost a fortune. Just by seeing it, I knew it. I didn't have to get to the cash register. But Winston had personally recommended this place and so I had to check it out. My fingers traced down hangers of colored blouses and tailored blazers, and every time I lifted something to eye it, my mind was confused with indecision.“Do I really need this?" I mumbled inaudibly to myself. But Ellen must have noticed my dilemma and she came closer. “How long are you going to stand there like a kid in a candy store?” She teased, leaning in beside me with a grin. She was holding up two identical blouses, one in light pink color that almost looked like blush, the other in ivory. “Pick one already.”I blinked at them. “I’m trying, Ellen,” I replied, voice tight. “It’s just that everything is so pretty.”She rolled her eyes, tsked dramatica
Sansa’s POVThe world seemed to stop moving for a second. All I could see was her face. Her perfect nose. Her dyed blonde hair. A friend. An enemy. The reason for my misery. I couldn't believe my eyes. This was the girl I’d loved like a sister, my confidante, my partner in secrets and laughter. But betrayal had flipped our bond into poison on the anniversary of my birthday. She had left me broken, distraught and totally destroyed and vanished into Killian’s arms. I couldn't believe Astrid would ever leave me. She was there when I lost my family. She was there when I couldn't help myself. She was there when I had nightmares and couldn't sleep. And yet, she was the same woman who stole my husband. She took Killian from me. She broke me. She left me questioning everyone and everything I'd ever known. I could never trust her again.Seeing her again was like a slap. I didn't know when I missed my step and staggered backwards. Immediately, Ellen held me from behind. Winston mus