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I thought that this was all a lie, that he was a lie.
But he isn’t.
He is not just showing me that with his words; he is showing me with his actions.
Anyone can say something, but our actions always show our true intentions and motives. I am finally seeing that everything Christian has been telling me is true. He is real.
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Christian
Itighten my arm around Nicole as she continues to sleep on my chest. She is still guarded and doesn’t believe everything I am telling her, but I can tell she is starting to believe me when I show her with my actions. I will spend the rest of my life showing her, and I will spend the rest of my life validating her in every way I can because she is worth it. I would give my life for her without a second thought because I do love her.
I need her.
I want her.
I desire her.
I crave her.
Even though our path still looks crisscrossed, I will do whatever I need to do to protect her. I will do anything she asks of me.
Now that I have had her in this way, I am never fucking letting her go. What we have might be a sin in other’s eyes, they might not understand, but they don’t fucking have to.
What others think doesn’t matter to me, and even though I know right now I am not entirely worthy of her, I will be, and I will not stop until I convince her that she needs me just as much as I need her, that we are one in the same.
She feels broken and thinks she can’t be put back together again, but we can be broken together. No matter what the future brings, I will stay by her side.
If she dies, I die. If she lives, I will fucking live with her.
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Nicole
“Nightmares, nightmares, so many nightmares.”
Isit back in the seat as Christian drives. He didn’t tell me where we were going, but once the plane landed, I realized we were back in the city of my nightmares—the city I had only seen through the eyes of a fifteen-year-old girl. It is insane to say, but it is the truth, a crazy truth that I am still trying to come to terms with.
He explained to me when we were getting off the plane that there were some things he needed to take care of at the casinos, and he wanted to show me how he runs his business. He says the Queen needs to know so I can help him run things, which still confuses me as to why he would want me to run anything, but I didn’t ask questions; I just nodded. I am learning that Christian believes in me, has faith in me, and sees strength in me that I don’t see yet, but I hope one day I can.
He has proven to me many times over that I can trust him, and he will protect me, but I would be lying if I didn’t say that being back in the States didn’t make me fucking nervous. It has been so long since I was outside and free. The thought of just walking around makes me feel on edge and out of place.
Christian slows down and pulls the car in front of a very tall apartment building. “This is where you live?” I ask, not being able to hide my awe and surprise.
I shouldn’t fucking be surprised after living in his house in England, but he still seems to surprise me and make my jaw drop. You should have seen my face when he told me he had a personal jet we could take whenever we wanted. He was not kidding when he said he could buy a whole new kitchen or bed. Christian is like no one I have ever met before. He likes having nice things but doesn’t care about giving his money away. To him, it is just a piece of paper that makes his life a little bit easier. You would think a man like Christian, with his wealth and power, would be different, and I guess he is to the outside world, and I get to see a completely different side of him in private.
“No, Bambino, this is where we live,” he corrects me softly as two men open our doors. I step out and look around. None of this is familiar to me, but then again, I was locked in a black basement for three years, so nothing looks familiar anymore.
My heart races as Christian makes his way over and grabs my hand. I walk beside him as the same two men open the front doors to the building. Stepping inside, it looks just like the house did in England. The furniture is black, and the walls are a dark red color. “Is this yours?” I ask, looking around literally everywhere.
He nods ‘This is ours,“ he says with confidence.
“You own the building,” I ask, looking at him.
“We own the building, bambino, but yes, I rent out the other apartments to women who need them,” he says calmly. His correcting me makes my stomach fill with butterflies. I can tell he is telling the truth when he says we own the building or this is our place. He states the words as if they are the world’s most natural and normal thing.
My heart stops with his words. I am not the first one that he has saved. Is it wrong to say that I am jealous? We haven’t talked about the other women he has slept with, and I am grateful for that, but now I kind of want to know. But honestly, I am afraid to ask. I am scared of his answer.
