Preface.
Hey guys,
Remember me!
It's Leslie the queen of “Bad Decisions and catastrophe”!
Let's do some flashbacks:
Remember I had a job as the personal assistant of “The Man” like Damien the Founder of Boyce oil and Shipping industry.
Well I kinda complicated things, am sure you remember how!
If you don't then let me brief you a bit !
Leslie's P.O.V. 6 weeks later..... It's been six weeks since Damien's proposal, six weeks since his offer. Six weeks since I've seen him. After his proposal he then travelled to visit his parents saying he had unfinished business he had to take care of. A part of me wondered why he had to stay away for so long just to take care of family business but then I decided not to overthink things and just focus on myself. We didn't speak much but he made sure he called at least once in while to check on me. Today is the first time I'll be going to get a proper check up from the doctor and Damien made it back just in time for the baby's appointment. We've agreed that the wedding will take place in a week and it's going to be short and simple with a few family and friends with trusted reporters to publish the right article without attracting the paparazzi. At two p.m. on the dot, I change into white strap top and skinny jean
Leslie's P.O.V. Yeah. We got Married, it was a Simple and small event, We decided to skip the whole honeymoon part. Especially since the press is finding it hard to accept the fact that am the new Lady Romano. I guess they aren't wrong either. I mean I was once branded as a social climber and me marrying the CEO of Boyce industries just proves that fact . After the wedding and reception, we are currently going back home. The limo pulls up in front of a massive elegant building. “Wren't we going back to your penthouse” I ask curiously, climbing out of the limo to look up in wonder. The whole place has this feel of serenity which is quite rare for a busy place like new York. I stare at the long colonnaded frontage and the perfect symmetry of the rows of tall windows, the vast land with a tranquil garden. Seems like some kind of fancy estate. “I decided that since we're no
Damien's P.O.V. DAMIEN STUDIED LESLIE at breakfast and almost smiled. She looks half-asleep Which is one of the crimes he's guilty of because he had kept her awake half the night. A tinge of guilt infiltrated him as he notice the shadows below her eyes, the faint slump of her small shoulders. He was a demanding bastard and he knew it but every time he looked at her, he got hungry with desire all over again. It has never been like this before. Usually after several encounters with his mistresses he would have cooled off and on the way to the exit, but inexplicably Leslie kept him coming back for more. I brushed aside the magazine which I had yet to open. “Leslie?’ I murmur. “I want to show you something.’’ She then blinked and set down her tea, rising slowly by dint of bracing her hands on the arms of the chair. I'm about to give her that tour of the palazzo as I had promised, whic
Leslie's P.O.V. It's pitch black and I am unsure of where I am. My body is stiff as if I have been lying in the same position for hours. I sit up and try to feel around as a wave of headache blast through me. The familiar satin comforter I had slept in the night before indicates that I'm currently back home. Well not back home , back at Damien's penthouse. But back at his parents mansion. "What did hell happened" I thought trying to recollect what had happened. "How did I get here?I murmur, sitting right up, confused, weak and disoriented. A sudden flash of light floods the room and I am momentarily blinded for a bit, disoriented. I raise my hands to shield my eyes, from the light letting them adjust to the sudden brightness. Once they've adapted. Glancing around I then notice the connecting door at the far end of the room, seems he really did move us in then. I spot Damien with
Damien P.O.V. Next day..... It hasn't even completed two week since my marriage with Leslie but the tabloids already has there media house publishing different articles on our relationship, each blog carries every rumor. Seems they were able to get some pictures on me and Leslie in the rain yesterday and now their scandalous topic for their column for today says: #ATTENTION SEEKER, “SOCIAL CLIMBER BRIDE FIGHTING IN RAIN? TROUBLE IN PARADISE ALREADY?” "What loads of crap.....”I thought angrily at the paper as I held it open above my desktop, then crumpled it briming with so much anger at the attacks of the media on Leslie. Trying to curb the murderous roar as I crumple and squeezed the paper giving my hands something productive to do. Sending the blasted papper down waste bin as I considered lighting up all the media houses taking their pound of flesh on Leslie.
Leslie's P.O.V. Okay! Have had enough! Remember the package, Vivian's been yapping about, well it was very well received. After getting home that day, I witnessed Damien hugging the strange georgous lady. When I asked who she was. He reacted so cold , distant and felt like a stranger. He left and zoomed off with her, mustering something about being back before dinner. The bitch even smiled at me waving her hands in a cherry manner and I just stood helplessly watching as he slipped right out the door with her. "There's no way I'm going to cry for this man". I whisper softly as I crash into my bed. "I will not"! "I Damn won't! "My eyes did say otherwise, as hot tears burn and tremble at the precarious edge of my eyelids. Please don't fall, please don't fall"I chant silently. I don’t want to let the
Leslie's P.O.V After the flight from NYC, I made it to Seattle with no harm. Thankfully, there were no paparazzi around as I left the airport. I was able to get myself a cab and hurried home . The gates were locked when I reached my destination. I press the buzzer, informing Celia that I've arrived. She promptly opens the gate by the controls letting the cab into the house. See Celia has always been a very close cousin and relative of mine, we played together, ate together , went to school together and we were romies with me, Morgan and her back in college. Although she's the first to tie the knot in our group moving to Seattle with her husband. She greets me outside with her husband, Gareth, as they both helped me with my luggage. Gareth pays the driver for me as Celia helps me into the house. Once inside, Gareth locks the door and rushes to me giving me a tight hug.
Leslie's P.O.V.It's the sixth month of my pregnancy and sitting uncomfortably on an airplane might not be one of the brightest move I've made. I hate the fact of being squished into a small seat. I even bought a first class ticket this time at the expense of my bank account which may or may not be throwing curses at me . Even with everything am still uneasy and uncomfortable it feels like there's not enough room for me no matter how I twist and turn.I informed my doctor about my flight back to New York and she advised me that after this journey I should not do it again untill the baby is born.As of my return back home no one knows yet, apart from Morgan. With the difficulty of moving around without not getting noticed annoyed the hell out of me I could feel prying eyes but I just ignored it.Outside the airport I try to hail a cab and making sure not to attract any attention from anyone.&nbs