-Leia-“I’ll be right out here if you need me; text me when you’re done,” Delilah says when we’re in Christian’s underground parking the following evening and I give her a quick nod and hug before getting out of her car.Tonight I’m dressed in a pair of stretchy maternity jeans that stretch around my belly and a blouse that covers my bump. I’m still telling Christian about Bean tonight, but I first need to hear what he has to say.I walk towards the elevator and it opens before I can call Christian, and out he walks wearing a shy smile that gets my heart pumping in an awful way. His baby blues are shining with excitement and when he walks towards me, he places a kiss on my cheek.“Hey,” I greeted him awkwardly again.“Hey,” he responds, still wearing that smile as I get into the elevator with him.We ride in awkward silence with Christian’s delicious cologne making me float on a happy cloud. I will always associate Tom Ford with this man - God, he wears it so well.The doors open into
-Christian- “Oh, my God; Alexander must hate me!” Leia exclaims while we’re driving to my father’s villa. “And Olivia! Did I tell you how awkward she looked when she saw me in the pharmacy? She kept staring at me!”“Yes, love,” I answer, my gaze going to her, then back to the road. “And no, my father absolutely loves you. I think even more than he loves me.”Leia shoots me a look that lets me know she’s going to strangle me and I can’t help but chuckle. It’s been about a month since we’ve made up; a month of nothing but absolute happiness and getting to know each other again.She was right about us not needing to jump right into getting married or living together because then we would simply be love-bombing each other without really working through our problems. Just because we cleared up our misunderstanding, doesn’t mean everything will go back to normal.Besides, there’s no normal now; Leia is pregnant with my child. This is the reason for us meeting with my father and Olivia - we
-Leia-“A boy? We’re having a boy?” I ask with a choked-up voice as I look at the screen in front of me. “Are you sure?”The doctor nods with a smile on his face and points towards the screen, circling a spot. “Yip, that’s a boy alright. Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Moore.”I don’t bother to correct her and glance up at Christian, noticing his blue eyes are wide and glistening with unshed tears. He takes my hand and kisses the back of it and when he blinks, those tears now slip down his cheeks. “We’re having a little boy, Red,” he murmurs, his voice tight with emotion. “You’re giving me a son.”He says this as if it’s the most wonderful thing in the world and by now I can’t stop my own tears from rolling down my cheeks. And man, do I ugly cry. The rest of the check-up goes by smoothly, and the doctor gives me a revised due date for mid-December. The only issue was that I won’t be able to give birth naturally, so we opted for a c-section.Christian leads me over to his Phantom and we
-Christian- I watch his face light up as I pin the boutonnière to the lapel of his fitted little tux. “You got me one too!” he exclaims when he sees that we’ll be wearing matching sets. “Of course; we’re two of the most important men in Mommy’s life. We need to match, don’t you think?” I say, before placing my hands on his shoulders. “Now, remember what I said?” He nods sternly and a serious look crosses his tiny face. “Even if I drop your rings, it’s not a bad thing because accidents happen.” I reach up to tousle his hair and shoot him a grin. “Good boy, Mason. Why don’t you go show Mommy and Aunty Del your boutonnière?” He giggles and wraps his arms around my neck before sprinting out of the bedroom. The smile doesn’t leave my face as I’m looking at myself in the mirror. The few grays and smile lines grow by the day and it doesn’t bother me because I want to look my thirty-three years. It’s been five years since Leia agreed to marry me, and we’ve decided that now would be the
-Leia-Six years at this company, and I’ve never once raised my voice to my boss, but right now I can’t believe what he’s just asked of me.“Excuse me?!” my voice comes out like a strangled chihuahua and I damn near drop my coffee. He looks at me as if I’ve asked the dumbest question ever, then he sighs. “You heard me, Miss Prescott,” he says, leaning back in his leather office chair that costs more than my annual salary. “Marry my son for ten million and straighten him out.”Yeah, he definitely DID ask me that, I didn’t hear wrong at all. Alexander Moore might be the most gorgeous 55-year-old man and certified Daddy material, with his big blue eyes and obviously ripped body, but that doesn’t mean I’ll just accept what he’s offering. “So, you want me to marry your son? Have you met Christian? He’s a nightmare!” I exclaim, to which he chuckles. Besides, who still does arrange marriages nowadays? What is this, the 1800s?“Why do you think I came to you before going to one of those dar
-Leia-My boss is thrilled to hear my answer, of course. He will pay the ten million to me quarterly, with the first payment after I sign the papers. I doubt I’ll even need any more after the first payment, but if I’m going to be married to that ass, then I think I deserve it.“Thank you for this, Leia. I’m sure Christian will come around under your care,” he says with a soft smile.Oh, shoot. I forgot about that little part of the agreement; I have to literally tame his unruly son! Crap, how am I going to do that? I don’t know the first thing about getting an arrogant jerk to heel.What the hell have you let yourself in for, Leia!“I’m sure he will,” I say with a withering smile and immediately regret saying yes to this. I don’t like Christian one bit and he doesn’t exactly have a soft spot for me since I literally threw scalding water on his crotch. Maybe Delilah will have some tips for me.“Oh, I forgot to mention. Join us for dinner tonight at the estate so we can go over the agr
-Christian-Ten million to sort me out as if I’m the goddamn problem; what the hell is wrong with my father? Why does he think marrying me off would change me? That’s the last damn thing I want and to THAT woman?!Leia Prescott has always hated me, I know this. She thinks she’s better than everyone else, with her multiple college degrees, smug smile, and clipped tones when she speaks to me. Her minor accident of scalding my dick clean off with coffee wasn’t an accident, not with the slight smirk she tried to hide after I screamed. I tolerated her before that, but now I can’t stand the woman.Her attitude reminds me of someone else, and even if I might have had respect for her before, now I see her as nothing but a woman whoring herself out for money. How do I manage to end up with the gold diggers?Out of everyone he could have chosen, it had to be his PA. His fucking PA.I growl under my breath and walk out to my Rolls-Royce Phantom, where my driver is waiting. This evening was a fuc
-Leia-It’s been a month since I had that argument with Christian and in a few hours, I’ll be his wife. His gold-digging wife with zero respect for herself.When I told my mother what was happening and that it would help with her treatment, she wouldn’t talk to me for a week. Not because she felt disappointed in me, but because she blamed herself for it. She thinks her cancer pushed me to do this, truth be told I am doing this for her but I would do it again and again if it would help.I’m paying for her first round of treatments and my debt in full tonight. There’s an upside to my wedding day!Currently getting preened and pampered in my wedding suite, I allow myself to be transformed into a woman I do not recognize. This is who the Moores need, this is what I’m being paid to be so I can’t complain.After I’m done being dolled up and the dress slipped on, I take a look at myself in the mirror and groan. I’ve always dreamt of having a huge wedding one day, now I’m getting it just with