Legally Yours

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Aiden

She loves me, are you kidding me? I don't mean that in a bad way at all. God it sounded fucking perfect the minute it left her mouth. I just don't think I was expecting it at all, I want to believe her. I do, I really do. I just don't know if I can.

Do I even love her? Do I just say it back not knowing if I mean it or not.

Let me put it this way, she was really vulnerable. She was literally breaking down in my arms, she couldn't have been thinking straight. God knows I wasn't when I kissed her. Again, definitely don't regret it now.

I'm just quickly trying to figure out how I actually feel before I say something I'm going to regret. Do I love her? Does she even love me? It's a lot. I mean I've barely ever been shown love, I don't really know what love is.

To me she is quite literally the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen. But she's perfect, every part of her. If I could I'd sit here and list everything I admire about her but I'd be here for a while. She makes me genuinely smile and laugh. She makes me feel things I haven't felt in a long fucking time. I'd sit and hold her forever and never let go, because I care for her too much.

And it scares me.

She somehow has this power over me and she can get me to do whatever it is she wants me to do. I mean God, I've been sober for three months. I wouldn't have ever been able to do that on my own. I'm completely addicted to her in the best way possible, that is probably the best drug I could be addicted to.

Is that love? Being so utterly attached to someone you never want to let go, you don't want to think about them with someone else. I genuinely don't think I could ever see myself with someone else knowing what it's like being with her.

I'm definitely in love with her if that's your definition.

"Aiden? Are you alright?" Her voice snaps me back to reality, she isn't crying anymore. She looks concerned for me again, after literally telling me something fucking traumatic. I smile at her softly, caressing her cheek with my thumb. I wasn't kidding when I said that she's the prettiest woman I've ever seen.

Her dark brown hair it falls in the most perfect places, her face has soft features, but is still defined. I mean she is just perfect.

"I love you." I whisper, kissing her forehead gently.

"You do?" Her expression has softened significantly and she's sitting up now, looking up at me.

I push some of her hair out of her face, sighing softly. "Yes."

"I don't want a contract anymore." She whispers back, bringing her legs to her chest. "You don't?" I ask her curiously.

"No, I just want to be your wife. No contract like that."

"So you won't be sick of me in two years?" I ask her jokingly, running my hand across her thigh. "No, Aiden. I won't be sick of you." She finally smiles, resting her head on my shoulder.

"Good." I respond bluntly, I don't know why. Maybe because the girl that I'm dating, that I'm also technically married to, said that she just wants to be my wife. Like a normal marriage, the whole concept of this was strange in the beginning. Never mind now, I mean I'm fucking glad. I want her, only her. 

I won't lie and say I wasn't intrigued when she first started working for me, I wanted her then and I still fucking do now. Just a little bit predictable of me I guess.

"I don't care about what my mom thinks, you're nothing like him and you never will be. I know you wouldn't do that to me."

"I've seen my whole life what it does to a person, I mean it happened to me. I guess she doesn't know that, I won't lie and say it didn't hurt a little. But she doesn't know me so I'm not taking it personally." I admit, playing with her hair. Normally I'd be watching her expression to see if I could catch anything but I can't really concentrate right now.

"I trust you, Aiden. Probably more then anyone else, right now."

"God, you know how to boost someone's ego." I grin at her and she rolls her eyes, sarcastically pushing me away. "That's not what I meant to do."

"I know, if it means anything, I trust you too."

"It means a lot. I do appreciate it, probably more then you'd expect." I take my hand away from her hair, wrapping both my arms around her waist. I just want to hold her for a while, she's definitely my safe place. 

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I roll over to face her, she isn't even awake yet. This is late for me, sleeping in isn't something I do. I've come to learn that she likes doing it, especially if we have somewhere to be. I know she doesn't like going to work things but she does need to now.

Especially now after yesterday, she doesn't get off going to these now. I think we both hate them the same amount, I think they're pointless. I think the company is pointless, I want to sell it so badly. But then I wouldn't have my office anymore and it really is one of my favourite places when we're alone together.

Also if I sell the company there is no guarantee that my employees would keep their jobs, really the only one I actually care about is Gianna but everyone else already knows that. I'd still rather not risk their jobs for a bit more cash.

"Why are you awake, go back to sleep, I can feel you staring." Gianna groans, tapping my hand. Her eyes are still closed, she's definitely not woken up properly yet.

"It's literally half nine."

"That's still early, go to sleep." She squeezes my hand before letting go, pulling the blanket over her face. 

"Early is five, this isn't early."

"No, nine is early for me." She's definitely awake now and I don't feel bad. I don't get how she can sleep for this long. I wish I could. "We have to leave in a few hours." I remind her reluctantly, I don't need a pillow thrown at me, again.

"Do I have to go? You'll be fine without me right?" She rolls onto her stomach, groaning into her pillow. "I wouldn't go if you didn't go you make it bearable, anyways, it keeps the money rolling in. So as much as I hate it, we have to go."

"Give me five minutes."

"Do you want ten?" I offer.

"Fuck, I love you." She says, a smile appearing on my face. I love hearing her say that, more then I thought I would. I press my lips to the back of her head before getting up to get ready. I don't think I'll ever get tired of this. Waking up next to her just makes my day significantly better.

She's definitely my good luck charm, especially on the ice. She wrote her name on one of my sticks, I find I always have a good game when I use that one. I'm surprised I haven't broken it yet, it definitely is overused.