Kissed by the Baddest Bidder - Epilogue Christmas Gift (2nd Story)

Chapter 2- Misunderstanding

Eisuke POV:

Sitting through 3 meetings with busy bodies suits, I had time to develop my fear of this Christmas. In fact I had broken into a cold sweat panic over the decision on what to get Violet.

I mean she was my woman, like always she puts me before other men so no doubt she's gotten me something amazing. I wanted to get her something...unforgettable.

I sigh outwardly, the anxiety of the situation building. I was terrible at this by myself so I decided to call on my back up.

Contacting all of the group had gotten me nowhere; Ota said to get her a leash (to which I said he could shove it right up his-) Soryu had no input to give, Mamoru claims I should know what the kid likes myself and I can't even begin to go through the list Baba gave me for what he gets his...well...temporary partners.

I roll my eyes, and settle my shoulder muscles forcing them to relax.

The reason I loved her so much was because she was different to the rest of the women I had been with, but that made it difficult to know how to treat to her. How to be with her.

In the past I had ended up being not only cold to her but even my own sister because of the fact I didn't know how to act around people who truly cared for me. But this was Violet.

That included the group despite their... issues. Thanks to Violet; but of course we would spend Christmas with them and of course I would HAVE to get them presents.

Tsk, how ridiculous as if they didn't spend the majority of their days relaxing on my sofa anyway. But they were useful...just not with women.

I return to the penthouse, my muscles stretch and stiff.

I enter the penthouse and vaguely hear Violet calling to me but I'm just too annoyed with myself to talk to anyone. How could I not know what my own woman wanted?

Violet POV:

I was settled in the penthouse on my day off, enjoying spending time after shopping with Baba.  The warmth form the mug of tea I have sips into me and I smile as Ota places a muffin in front of me.

As Eisuke enters he had a face like stone, "Eisuke?" I call out, my face falling into a frown.

Without even giving me a mere glance he walks up to his suite. I turn to the guys who stand unified with me with shocked expressions. "Why didn't he-?"

"I don't know Violet, that was odd." Soryu says, rubbing his neck.

A wave of panic hits me.

A few months ago Eisuke had ended our relationship temporarily in order to gain a business deal, upon hearing I was pregnant he put plans in motion to ruin Mercedes company.

I can't stop my brain from flying a million miles an hour depsite the fact he had treated me like royalty. What if he was cheating?

Relax, I tell my hormonal self: he could of just had a bad day.

"I'm going to see what's up with him!" I cry too loudly to be subtle and I curse inwardly.

Before they say anything I run up to his living area, taking the steps two at a time. I see him sat on the white couch, an expensive laptop in his hands.

"Eisuke?" I ask nervously ringing my hands together.

He is typing furiously at it, and doesn't look up to my eyes. "What is it?"

"Are we still going to dinner tonight?" I ask hopefully.

"No." he replies curtly cutting me off.

Oh god.

No.

I wanted to break down there and then but knew he didn't deserve it-not a second time. I run into the bedroom and try to calm myself.