If All Else Fails

Chapter 1 - Meeting Leona

// Breanna Harmon's POV //

"...Well, you seemed to like it," She told me, and I could hear a stupid grin in her voice.

"You wish," I said lowly, twisting my diamond ring back on the fourth finger of my left hand.

I had finally met Leona Bostwick. This girl was even fuller of herself than I could ever dream. She smiled at me, reapplying her liquid eyeliner in the bathroom mirror as I combed my hair. She smiled gleefully, even if about half an hour ago she was intimate with me. 

Leona Bostwick. Her name was famous – no, SHE was famous. She's a beautiful (to which I hesitate to say) model, but that's not all. She's known for her side job – a high-ranked pornstar...But my case is different, if I didn't take this job, I would be in debt and Austin wouldn't be with me.

She stuffed her eyeliner back into her purple purse. "When can I  see you again, Breanna?" She asked softly, and leaned in as she planted a kiss on the corner of my mouth.

I wiped the lingering presence of her lips away with the back of my hand, glaring up at her. "Only when the Industry wants me to," She was making me more annoyed with this job than I already had been.

To be clear, I have always been honest with my co-workers. Breanna Harmon is in fact married, and will never be intimate outside of work. She will never see her co-workers outside her profession. I look at Leona, and her face is shining...It seems it's always glowing like that. I wondered, 'Does she ever feel embarrassed about this job? Or the people she has to work with?'

I watch as her long dirty blonde hair falls off her shoulder gently as she moves. She brushes it with care, looking at herself in the mirror. I watch the ends of her mouth turn up into a small smile. Her blue eyes are like crystals ingrained forever with her. I realized that I wasn't actually watching, I was observing. I'm guessing that kind of pretty she was born with, something she always had. I'm kind of jealous.

As Leona applied a tiny bit of lip-gloss, leaning over the marble sink to get a better look, she responds, "Well, will you be going to the Industry's meeting tomorrow, at the Lux Inn?"

I put my hairbrush back, styling my long, brown hair for a minute. "I have to, it's required," I tell her, looking into my bag for my buzzing phone, with Austin's number at the top. 'I'll respond later,'  I said to myself, and clicked the phone off.

"It's been a pleasure working with you," She said, her head turning away from me. I nodded, holding my purse in my arms. I walked to the door, pushing it open slowly, and looked over my shoulder. I hesitated, but I spoke, "Leona, see you later."

Before I let her reply, I left the ladies' restroom and walked out of the Industry's building to their parking lot. I unlocked my silver Nissan Versa, turning on the engine as I slid into the driver's seat. When I got home, it was around 10 pm. I unlocked the door to my house, kicking off my high heels at the foot of the stairs.

"Austin? Babe," I called up the stairs, taking them step by step. Today was too long a night, and all I really wanted to do was curl up with my husband. When I didn't hear him shout back, I walked a bit faster and opened the closed door to our bedroom.

"Humph!" He said, startled. He turned his head sharply to look at me, and then I caught what he was doing. His boxers were down, a hand on his groin, which was erected. He was at his laptop, when the speakers arose in a moan. My eyes widened. 'That's Leona's voice...'

"Leona...?" My voice raised slightly, as I dropped my purse by feet and walked over to him, as he slowly removed his hand from his enlarged shaft. I looked at the laptop screen and frowned at the porn site. My Industry. In that moment another thought rose up in me,  'He knows I work for them, but he's watching someone else? And it's Leona....with a male pornstar.'

"You like her, don't you?" I asked in a firm tone, as his astonishing green eyes looked back at me innocently. He shook his head, slamming the laptop off and getting up from the computer chair. "Please talk to me! What are you doing?" I ask.

"Piss off, Bre!" He screeched in my face, making me cringe back. He pulled up his blue boxers, scuffling in his dresser for a shirt. I looked down from his muscular back, to his left hand. 'Of course,'  I thought, 'Of course he wouldn't wear his wedding ring.'

I felt tears warming in my eyes, and I attempted to blink them away. "Austin baby, I'm sorry...Let's get to bed," I suggested. I then started to pull on his arm, guiding him to our bed, my breasts against his body. When he didn't answer, I kept urging on. "Come on," I spoke in a soft whisper, "-I'll finish you off," I began to reach for his underwear.

"Just stop it, God Damnit!" In that moment, he threw a punch at me right on the mouth, and I staggered back in defiance, holding the throbbing area. I began to cry, really cry, as they fell from my eyes and stained my face. It was a soundless sob, I was afraid if I had made any such sound, I would get even more hurt. But when he realized what he had done, he was terrified.

"No! Breanna, honey. I didn't mean it, okay?" He tried to calm me as I felt blood dripping from between my fingers from the wound. When I felt it slowly move down to my wrist, I started to panic in a shrill voice. He continued, pulling me into his tough arms, "You're right babe, we need to go to bed, it's late. Come on, please..."

I finally had found my hoarse voice, stammering to tell him, "Okay...I need to go to the bathroom first..."

I got up from our carpeted floor, which had been stained lightly with my crimson blood that still dribbled from my hand. I went to our bedroom's bathroom and locked the door, taking my hand off the swollen area. It was purple and bleeding as I washed away the  blood on my hand in the sink. I sniffed a bit, wiping away tears. 'I'm going to have to hide this tomorrow before I go to the meeting,'  I thought.

After I had gotten cleaned up, I turned off the light and walked into the bedroom. Austin was on his side watching me, like he was waiting. He smiled a little at me, reaching out his hand for me to take. 'He didn't mean it,'  I told myself, 'Austin loves me.'

"Let me touch you," He said in a husky voice, as I made my way to the left side of the bed, my side. I slipped under the covers as Austin started to put his hands on me. I pushed him away lightly, shaking my head and looked into his eyes. Oh, they seemed to sparkle in the dark...

"I can't, my co-worker went too hard this time," I lied, turning away from his body. Truthfully, Leona had not hurt me at all. She was gentle with her me, handling with care, we were warm and she made sure I was comfortable. I sighed, and after a moment he said fine, turning his body to the other side of the bed.