-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-“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 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

-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-True to his word, Christian has stayed home from work but it made no difference because his phone was permanently glued to his ear and hand anyway. We didn’t really spend any time together; why would we? He had his own little life to lead and so did I.But when I’m alone at night, I can’t help but think about him. The last kiss we shared was different…it felt like it meant something. I won’t be the first one to bring it up, though, because even if I do possibly, maybe …like Christian, it can never progress from there.“It can’t!” I say out loud, scaring Klaus who was sitting on my lap. “Ah, sorry Klausy Wowsy.” He gives me a dirty look then promptly jumps from my lap and saunters over to the bed while huffing.I shrug one shoulder and breathe out a sigh; at the moment I feel completely snowed in. Delilah and Lucas are both out of town for the holidays and my mother is as drowsy as anything when I go to visit her. So I have no one at my side right now, just Klaus and this enormo