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. “You need to calm down man."My best friend Xavier says with a grim look on his face. I sent for him, since am going to n

Leslie's P.O.VAfter 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. "Oh poppet, what has he done to you? I'm so sorry he hurt you. But I'm glad to see you back home." He says, smilin

Leslie's P.O.V.My head gives a resounding sound.Lifting my eyelids I wake up with a heavy feeling of In my head. I look around slowly trying to figure out where I am. I then realized that I'm currently back home, back at the mansion. Staring at the glass like wall to see it's already night time. I then vaguely wonder how long I've been out.Trying to sit up I spot Damien asleep in a couch beside the bed. Seeing him made me feel guilty for all the nasty things I did to him. It was wrong of me to have deprived him the chance to clear things up, instead of waiting I ran away. I made a huge mess of the situation, like I always do.” I thought as tears begins to slip from my eyelids slowly, weeping a bit loudly now as I could not hold back my emotion any longer. Damien wakes up looking around alarmed and then rushes to me taking me into his arms. just then the door slams open and a nurse rushed in, looking a bit panicked. “Ms. Romano? We need you to calm yourself down, right now! Your

Leslie's P.O.V.I don't see why we have to eat out?"I ask Damien as we got out of the car in front of a very luxurious looking restaurant Damien decided it was time to make our first official appearance as a couple in public by going to a very public and popular restaurant frequented by the high class and the rich.“I know but I think it's time to shut the mouths of those vipers, don't you think?. Besides Morgan went through great length to prepare a gift for you, you should be there at the unvieling.” He says as he adjusts his tux taking my hands in his as we enter into the restaurant.We were welcomed by the host,As we stepped in. The looks on everyone face was priceless as they stared at my swollen stomach with Damien by my side. As we moved inside I then spot Vivian sitting by the table we were directed to, our eyes locking on each others. She then glides over to us with a sore look on her face.“I see you're back, she says”Saucily “Yes she is, and she doesn't need your welcome

Epilogue Damien's P.O.V. One year later. Damien strokes his hands down his wife’s waist . A warm summer wind blows through the open doors of the bedroom, carrying with it the scent of the sea and the sound of our son laughing as he plays in the sand outside below with one of the island staff’s sons. A deep feeling of peace filled me...the hungry part of my soul has gone quiet. We're currently in one of my private Island, the very first family vacation with the whole three squad. Me, Leslie and memory. After the whole ordeal last year, with the attention of the press on us. We decided to spend the new year on one of the many islands I own. Leslie smiled up at me, with her Auburn curls glowing like a halo around her head in fiery contrast to the white of the pillow, I could feel myself getting hard for her. Again. ‘You should probably go down,’ she says, sliding a hand over my bare shoulder with her fingers gliding around the tattoo ink on my arm. ‘Memory will be getting impatie