-Leia-OHMYGOD OHMYGOD Did that just happen?! Wait, no this can’t be right… Christian is leading me out to his black sports car after punching some guy I was dancing with - oh, fuck.I buckle myself in, literally and figuratively, then turn my head to face him when he gets inside. He starts the car, and screeches off towards God knows where while white-knuckling the steering wheel. He’s pissed off, clenching his jaw and keeping his eyes on the road.Swallowing hard, I decide to be the one to break the ice. “Christian-”“Not now,” he says while not even looking my way. The tone of his voice is devoid of emotion; cold and ruthless like the first time we ever spoke.This is my fault; I was dancing too close to that guy and probably leading him on. When he kissed me, I was about to push him away before Christian did that for me. What was he doing there, anyway? Was he following me?I breathe out a sigh and wait in silence as we make our way to the penthouse. Christian opens the passenger
-Leia- “Tell me you didn’t,” Delilah says when I’m halfway into telling her about what happened last night. I groan and lay my head in my hands, shaking my head. “He was even kind enough to leave a Plan B pill for me this morning.” We planned to have brunch yesterday already, and after what happened in the club and at home, I knew I needed to tell her everything. “Leia, the man sleeps with different women every night!” she exclaims softly, looking around and making sure no one heard her. “How do you know he hasn’t-” “I’ve had myself checked out this morning, don’t worry. I get the full results on Monday,” I explain, as if it makes a difference. The truth is, both Christian and I were being extremely stupid last night, not only having sex without protection, but allowing our anger to fuel our lust. I never wanted this man. Now it seems I can’t get him out of my mind. And if last night tells me something, it’s that he feels the same. Normally, Christian would ignore me, even if I
-Leia-“Certainly, thank you, sir,” I say into the receiver before putting the phone down. Another meeting was moved to next month since Alexander wanted fewer and fewer meetings during the week now. Another few months of being married to Christian and I see him less and less. After the mistake we made last time, we’ve kept our distance from each other… so much so that we don’t even acknowledge one another. His company seems to be doing well, Lucille tells me he’s home maybe three times a month now because he’s always out of the country.Well, good for him, I guess.It’s now December, time for Moore Industries to close for the holidays and everyone is scrambling to get things done before the two-week Winter break. Alexander is tying up a few loose ends as well, so I try not to bother him if I can.“Leia, can you come to my office, please,” he buzzes me and I walk over to his office. I knock twice and he tells me to enter, then he gestures for me to take a seat opposite him.“Somethin
-Leia-I don’t want to admit it, but I feel like a damn winter princess in this dress right now. My hair is curled and tossed over one shoulder, my makeup is minimal, I’m wearing the necklace and earrings Christian got me and finishing the look off with a soft shawl. To top it all off, I'm in a good mood, too! Satisfied with the way I look, I grab my clutch, slip on my wedding bands (which I found, by the way!), and make my way downstairs. Alexander said Christian would be here for the Winter Ball tonight, but I haven’t seen or heard anything from him since he left me those gifts in my room.He didn’t even bother to reply to my thank you text, so all I’m going on is Alexander’s word. Walking into the foyer, I half expect to see Christian pacing the floor, shouting to an employee on the phone and looking pissed off. But there’s nothing. I don’t even catch a whiff of his cologne to indicate he’s been here.I swallow deeply and look at the time, realizing that we’ll be late if we don’
-Leia-I nearly roll my eyes at Christian’s blatant display of jealousy and peer up at him. Why does this man have to look so handsome and smell so great while annoying the hell out of me?“Christian! I didn’t think you’d make it,” I say and plaster a fake smile on my face. His grip on my waist tightens and an apologetic look crosses his face.“Sorry about that, my flight was delayed,” he says, then turns his attention back to Oliver. “And, this is?”“Oliver Thomas,” Oliver introduces himself to Mr. Grumpy with that ever-present smile on his face. “Leia and I were just in a deep discussion about Christmas trees.”This causes a giggle to spill over my lips again and I quickly try to stifle it by biting my bottom lip. Oliver sees my face and winks at my reaction while Christian wears a visible scowl. “Oliver, this is Christian Moore. He’s -”“Her husband,” Christian interjects, causing me to roll my eyes again. Oliver again notices my reaction and frowns before he shakes Christian’s h
-Christian-Out of breath, I make my way upstairs to my bedroom to have a hot shower after my run. There’s so much going on in my life right now and the only thing that makes me forget is running to the point of exhaustion.Everything has hit me all at the same time; from five different contracts accepting my proposals to almost being out of debt with my father. I’ve been traveling non-stop and I’m barely home. Then again, I suppose this is good for certain reasons, one of them being my fake wife. I put some space between us after we had sex, thinking it might quell my attraction to her and it worked somewhat. With my mind occupied with work and the success of my company, I barely had time to think about her.But the moments I do, it’s the worst. Her soft body against mine, the way she readily bends to my will, her sexy as fuck moans, and my name on her lips in a breathless whisper. I could easily get lost in Leia and happily give in to her if she wanted me to. However, I am in no c
-Leia-I key in the code to the penthouse with a smile on my face. Today was a good day, a better day than most and I got to spend it with my mother. Seeing her smile is everything, knowing she’s healing is even better. This is the best Christmas I’ve had in a long time.Well, at least it was until I walked into the penthouse.“What the f…” I trail off when I see the mess. The table at the entryway is toppled over with all Christian’s different car keys strewn about, vases are smashed, furniture laying haphazardly and paintings are ruined. What the hell happened here?“Christian?” I call softly, hoping there wasn’t some thief here, but I pick up a leg of a broken chair as a weapon anyway. “Christian, are you here?”My question is answered when I walk into an even worse-looking living room. I hope he had these things insured because damn, everything is virtually ruined. I spot Christian sprawled out on a living room sofa with one leg over the arm rest. There’s an empty bottle of Jack
-Leia-I get up early, put on some sweats and a t-shirt, tie my hair up in a bun, and join Lucille and her team with the clean-up downstairs. At first, they didn’t really want me to help, but after I insisted and showed them I’m not scared to work, they let me pitch in.Besides, it’s better than the alternative: being alone with my thoughts. I couldn’t really get to sleep last night, all my thoughts were scattered and I couldn’t make sense of anything. Christian drank himself stupid last night and I can only pin it down to him being upset because Amber is pregnant. I wonder if he’s always acted this way when angry.Turning to Lucille, I decide to fish a little bit and walk over to her. She turns to me with a smile. “Yes, Ma’am?”“Say, Lucille…have you ever cleaned up a mess for Mr. Moore like this before?” I ask, hoping she bites. She’s worked for Christian the longest and I know she’s seen some shit while working for him.She looks at her feet and bites her bottom lip before slowly