This chapter is dedicated to Cs3ng3 because she actually gave me the idea for the dinner part. ❤❤

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Twenty five days.

It was only just twenty five days until Emily and Christian stood at the altar to say their vows. Twenty five days, until whatever she had with Logan these past few weeks, was going to end.

They had kept it casual, meeting at odd hours, kissing and ripping off both their clothes, giving their bodies, marks and love bites.

The first week they had began this exciting journey, they met almost everyday, at his house. One time, they were so into it, that they broke the only glass vase Logan had in his house, and Emily had promised to buy him another one. He laughed it off, and pushed her, gently onto the cold hard floor, where he had plunged into her mercilessly and fucked her till she had screamed in a mind shattering orgasm.

Emily could hardly walk straight after that day, she felt sore in almost every part of her body, and when Chad saw her in the company, he had asked her, with a worried look, if everything was okay. "Of course she was. What could possibly go wrong with her?"

On the day Christian arrived, it came as a surprise to her. He came a day earlier than he was supposed to, and he didn't call to inform her. She had walked into her house, feeling extremely tired and weak that night, from Logan's place. That day, they had tried something new. She could still see him grinning as he showed her a box filled with toys.

She was surprised at first, but she had gladly taken a huge vibrator, and shoved it up her already dripping pussy. Giving Logan a show, as he sat across the room, watching the machine fuck her. When it was too much for him to handle, he had walked to her, stripping himself as he got closer, and then, pushed his cock into her mouth, with the vibrator still deep in her.

The whole house was consumed with darkness as she climbed the stairs lazily, praying silently, that she didn't fall or miss her steps. As she finally found her way, in the darkness, to her room, bright white lights flooded the whole house, blinding her eyes for a minute. The lights upstairs in the hall way, and downstairs flickered on.

It took a little bit of time before her eyes could register the dark red roses that filled her room, some of it, sprinkled on her bed and formed in a heart shape. Soft cool blues drifted through the air, two wine glasses, and a bottle of wine, stood on the candle lit table, at the center of the room.

A frown etched it's way to her face, as she stared at all these. The room was void of any other person, apart from her, so who did this?

All of a sudden, the lights in the room went off. She could feel all her nerves getting alert at this strange mood, but then, strong hands, rounded her waist, and enclosed her in a back hug. The familiar musky scent of Christian filled her nostrils.

"I've missed you my love."

Those words said, and dim lights appeared in the room. So dim, that it felt like the candles were the ones providing the light. Another cool song was playing now, and softly, without releasing her from his hold, he rocked, and moved with her, dancing to the calm tune of the music.

He rested his face against her hair, and inhaled her scent deeply, a smile forming on his lips. Emily tried to stay frozen, but with Christian twirling her around, that seemed impossible.

She was at a loss for words. She had no idea of what to say, she just wanted to push him off, have a hot shower to relax her sore muscles.

Christian turned her around till they stood face to face, the smile on his face widening, as he stared at her. Gently, he inched his face down, till their lips grazed, and he trailed his tongue through it. Emily moaned in response, but not because of Christian's kiss, but because Logan had inflicted a few cuts on her lips, and it stung to have saliva rub on it again.

With a gentle push of her hands, she freed herself off him, and frowned.

"What's all this?" finding her voice, she asked.

"I thought I'd surprise you. You don't like it?" she could hear the disappointment in his voice. She walked passed him, and sat on the edge of the bed, careful enough, not to ruin the roses.

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming Christian? Anyways, forget about that. I'm really tired and I so need to sleep right now. Can we do this some other time?" her hands went to her legs, unbuckling her heels, and when she had gotten rid of them, she stood up, and took her clothes off, leaving her, clad in just her undies.

Christian had smiled lightly, though dissapointed, in return.

"Yeah. I'll help you run a bath." he replied.

"Thank you." she said, with a genuine smile.

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Today, it was impossible for her to meet up with Logan. Both families - hers and Christian's, had a family dinner to attend, all in the spirit of the upcoming wedding. Left for Emily alone, no one would see her at that gathering, because then, she'd have to face her to-be in laws, Christian, and her dad, all at once. Not really the people she needed to be seeing.

Since Christian had given her a surprise visit that day, it had been so hard to have a quiet time with Logan. For four days straight, they hadn't met or even contacted each other. Logan never called once, and she felt too proud to be the one, ringing his line first, so it remained quiet between them.

With the wedding fast approaching, she had been so busy with the preparations. Lucky to have Drew by her side, finding the perfect wedding gown, and the shoes to go with. Beth had finally gotten in contact with her again, and the wedding preparations were blasting with full agility.

The news, tabloids, TV stations had already started airing the news of the wedding between the two tycoons. Another problem that ran through Emily's mind, was that, now with the media, always keeping an eye on them, trying to find and publish juicy news -- however good or bad it may be -- it was going to be extremely hard to keep on seeing Logan.

The mouth watering scent of roasted chicken salad, with avocado dressing, wafted through the air. The maids walked in from the kitchen, with trays, consisting of large ones, to the smallest. The shiny stainless covers, hiding from their views the best delicacies they could imagine.

The food was set before them, in the large dining hall, where they were seated. The three men, conversing with each other about business, and Christian's mum - being the only woman apart from Emily, focused all her attention on her, with a gentle caring smile.

Emily's dad, as the owner of the house, and host, sat at the end of the long table, Christian's dad and mum, by his side, and on the other side, Emily sat beside Christian.

Their talks were boring her already, she just wished the dinner would end, so she could drive home. She tried her best, evading and ignoring Mrs Dylan's questions, while Christian turned to her, almost every minute, throwing at her, a light smile. He looked happier than she had ever seen, so sad, she couldn't say the same for herself.

Just then, her phone buzzed on the table, everyone stopped their chatters, and turned to stare at her. She smiled apologetically at them, and unlocked her phone. They all looked away from her, and began their endless talks again.

A small appreciative smile lit up her face, as she re-read the text she had received.

-Logan Ciàran.

"How's the wedding coming up?"

She dropped her hands, down to her lap, hiding it from the sight of the others, and then, worked her fingers on the keypad, typing a reply to him, she didn't care if she seemed desperate, replying his text in less than a second.

-You.

"I'm with my fiancé right now. We're having a family dinner. Couldn't you think of any better time to suddenly pop up than now?"

She hit the send button, and waited quite impatiently for his reply. She fidgeted in her seat, a frown, outlining her features. Why hadn't he texted back? She wondered. Christian turned to her with a curious gaze, and she shrugged it off.

After about what seemed liked an eternity to Emily, she finally felt the buzz of her phone.

-Logan Ciàran.

"I'm at the workshop now, and a customer just left, so I'm quite free. Missed me?"

She scoffed silently, and typed her reply.

-You.

"I missed your cock."

His next reply, came faster than she had expected.

-Logan Ciàran.

"Always so blunt princess. That your razor-like mouth, was what got you in trouble the last time, you're gonna get spanked real bad when next we meet."

-You.

"If I'm getting spanked, you're getting spanked too."

-Logan Ciàran.

"You need a cock in that mouth of yours. "

-You.

"I'd gladly take in yours."

She was playing a dangerous game, and she knew it. Right in the presence of her family and husband to be, she was talking about sex with another man. Too risky, but that was where the fun laid. She looked away from her Phone, seeing that everyone had hardly touched their food, while they were fully engaged in talks about the wedding.

"Baby, where do you think we should have our honey moon?" Christian asked with a smile, all heads had turned to her again, smiling.

"I don't really think there's a need for a honeymoon. We can just have it here."

None of the adults were satisfied with her answers, but they knew better, than to disturb the young woman. She looked down, at her phone again.

-Logan Ciàran.

"What are you wearing?"

She gulped silently, before replying, "A gown, why?"

-Logan Ciàran.

"Touch yourself."

The heat in her stomach was beginning to pool, and the uncomfortable feeling seeped it's way deeper into her.

-You.

"Are you crazy? I just told you I'm with him? His parents and my dad are here too."

-Logan Ciàran.

"Don't care. I just want you to stick up a finger or two into that pussy that I love. Stretch it out a bit, it's really up to you if you get caught or not."

What he was telling her to do was crazy, but exciting at the same time. She could imagine touching herself while her whole family sat so close to her, the thrill that ran through her body was enough to get her soaking wet.

Silently, she put a hand at the hem of her gown. Thanking God, she had put on a flared short gown. She pretended like she was dusting a speck of dust from it, and then, leaned forward against the table, her fingers ran through her bare legs, up her thigh, finally stopping at her core. She rubbed softly against it, feeling her wetness in her finger tips.

Immediately, she eased her hands out, and cleared her throat. She grabbed her phone, and texted him.

-You.

"I couldn't do it."

His text came in after a minute.

-Logan Ciàran.

"Too bad. I was already here, stroking my cock, while thinking of you, finger fucking yourself in front of your husband's parents."

Before Emily could reply him, she heard her father's gruff voice. The shock from it, almost let her phone drop from her light grasp on it.

"Emily, you should respect the fact that your elders are here, and drop that phone."

She mumbled a dry apology to them, and shoved her phone into her purse, before digging into her food.

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The next day, she had managed to make time to see Logan. She was careful not to get caught or followed. The sky was already a mass of darkness when she walked inside her house. Surprised to see a tired looking Christian, sitting on the couch with his eyes closed, she ignored him and made to climb the stairs.

"You weren't at the office." his voice sounded as tired as his face. She stopped in her tracks, turning to him.

"We are not married yet, and you're having me followed?"

"I didn't have you followed, I was worried since you weren't picking my calls, nor Beth's. She needed to talk to you about something important."

"I'll call her later." she said, and began climbing the stairs again, when Christian's next question froze her.

"You aren't, right?" she frowned upon hearing this, and stared at his seated figure, his eyes still closed.

"I have no idea what you're talking about Christian. You should go home now, it's late."

His eyes shot open at her words, and he stood on his feet, finally turning, to take in her presence.

"Some people have been whispering. They think you might be cheating, but you know I'll never agree with them, I'm on your side. You'd never do that, right?" his voice had changed it's tone, taking a more dangerous path. Slowly, Emily reversed her steps, and climbed back down, walking to his front, before stopping. She flinged her bag to the couch, before saying,

"And what if I am."

Christian smirked.

"You wouldn't."

Emily scoffed bitterly, plopping herself onto the chair, while running her hands through her creased forehead.

"You sound so sure of yourself Christian."

"I am."

"You know, they might not be entirely wrong. I mean, what woman wouldn't cheat if she tells her man to fuck her harder, and he refuses to? Women are strong too Christian, stop treating me like a fucking fragile piece of expensive ornament!" she thundered, her anger reaching it's peak.

"I am doing it to protect you Emily! For fucks sake, can't you see it?"

That drew the line, Emily shot up from her seat, confusion lined up her creased face.

"Protect me from what?" she asked softly, but coldly.

"You won't understand it." he shook his head sadly, looking down, at the tiled floor.

"Understand what? That you can't drive your damn cock in me because you love me? Because you are afraid you'll hurt me? Come on Christian, man up!"

"I said you won't understand! Stop it already Emily. Go to bed."

The man was driving her crazy, he kept on avoiding eye contact with her and look else where, like he was afraid that if she found his eyes, she'd know his secret. This was the first time he had raised his voice on her, and Emily wasn't going to take it, he was going to have to explain himself.

"Then make me understand, Christian. Or God help me, I will--"

"I killed a woman."

The words from Emily's mouth refused to come out, her feet stood, stuck to the ground, her heartbeat drummed calmly against her chest. Everything seemed to die down as she processed his words.

"Y-you did what?" she asked again, her eyes digging into the face of her soon to be husband. Tears streamed down his face, and his voice was hoarse and cracked when he replied her, letting her know that she heard him, loud and clear.

"I said, I killed a woman."

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Word count : 2,603.

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I told you Logan and Emily weren't the only ones keeping secrets 😉

(This chapter is unedited, like every other motherfucking chapter I have written for this book. Ignore any error, I will edit this book properly after I get back from my break next year)