Beautifully Damned

thirty-five: à travers la salle

                       save your tears by the weeknd

Maxime.

"Princey, let's go" She chimed

"Relax, I'm coming Léa" I said walking into the elevator

Over the past half year, my CMO and I have gotten awfully close. She was good at her job, not to mention good looking, and that third thing [wink]. She was a triple threat. Her personality was as wild as mine, probably even worse.

"Remind me, why do we have to go?" I groaned walking out the building

"Because we are partners with them. Plus we have to go support your long time friend" She looked at her tablet scrolling

"Right" I rolled my eyes

As months passed, I thought I'd forget about Imogen and she'd be a distant memory but I was mistaken. I had my security check in on her every now and then, sometimes they couldn't find any traces of her. She hadn't contacted me, so I assumed she saw my letter and didn't want to see me. I looked out the window and was taken out my thoughts as Léa placed her leg over my thigh.

"Besides, I'll be there the whole time. If we get bored, we could always leave early and have fun" She bit her red lips, looking up at me

I smiled, "What happened to the no sex on trips rule?" I raised my brow

"Since when are you worried about rules?" She laughed

"Since my CMO became a pain in my ass" I joked

"Cute, I remember that same ass running around the empty office to find a condom last week" She rebutted as she trailed her finger down my chest

"You're such a tease" I shook my head, bringing her close to my face to deliver a kiss on her lips

"But seriously, no sex. I might see a couple exes I've been texting" She winked, and I laughed and shook my head

Léa and I were exactly the same, that's what made our relationship work. Friends with benefits, no strings attached. She made sure it didn't interfere with our work or cause conflict in our lives. We agreed that whenever one of us called it quits, that would be it. So far, we'd followed all rules and boundaries we set with each other.

The car stopped and we were escorted to the company jet. I made way for Léa to step on first and followed after her. I sat down across her and ordered 2 whiskeys. She was looking at her notepad where she wrote away and the flight attendant came back with our drinks.

The flight started to ascend and I opened my laptop, looking into the itinerary of what business I would take care of this week.
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We rode in a town car to the hotel Camille booked for us. Léa was fond of hostile people, she loved being challenged. Like today, before we got in the car, she told me to 'watch this' and asked someone 'can you give me directions to Easy Street?' The man looked at her funny and said 'Sure princess, head left, then right up my ass' and walked off.

She laughed too hard at his response and for whatever reason was amused. We got to our hotel and ordered something light before the event. I'd just taken a shower and had sweatpants on. She chose to drink ginger ale because she had 'airplane belly'.

"Okay that was Hair and Makeup, they'll be up shortly" She said, "What're you wearing tonight?"  She asked me

"Valentino suit, custom made" I answered taking a bite out my sandwich

"Of course you are" She responded

"So lets hear your talking points for these 'exes' you're seeing tonight" I joked