The Devil Wears Armani (ON HOLD)

6

Christians P.O.V

I hate myself. I can't believe I just did that. And to Blair!?! That shouldn't have happened. I just couldn't help myself. She was just so tempting. My heart actually skipped a beat when I saw her in those tiny shorts. She looked good enough to devour. I wasn't meaning for it to happen so soon. And now, after knowing that she was a virgin, I couldn't bring myself to do it with her at all. She was just so sweet and untouched. She didn't deserve me. She didn't deserve to be just another fuck. He'll, she was perfect. I still remember her face when I left the room. I just wanted to hold her until she was smiling again.
What was wrong with me? Since when did I care about someone's feelings. Whatever. I had to get Blair out of my head. I wouldn't be pursuing her after all. No matter how much I wanted to.
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The next morning, I went to the boardroom for the meeting not knowing what to expect. Would Blair talk to me? Would she even come? My question was answered when I saw Blair enter the room. She looked beautiful but the smile on her face was missing. The sparkle in her eyes was gone. She didn't even look at me as she spread out the required documents on the meeting table. I had to fix this.
"Blair I know you're mad bu-" she cut me off.
"Look Mr cole, I really don't actually care enough to be mad at you. What happened yesterday was a mistake. I've forgotten it and I think it'll be best if you forget it too." She said with a cold face.
"Understood." Was all I could say.
The meeting was with a big investment corporation based right here in Vegas. The CEO was an old acquaintance of mine. We'd met a few years back in New York. He entered the room and as expected his eyes widened a bit when he saw Blair. His eyes traveled up and down her as he checked her out. He shook hands with me and then held out his hand to Blair. She took it gladly and smiled at him.
"Sean Charles." He said with a flirtatious smile.
"Blair Damon." She replied with an equally flirtatious smile.
What? She was flirting with him? That guy was a douche bag.
I cleared my throat to acknowledge them of my presence. Both their head turned towards me.
"I think we should get going with the meeting Charles , I don't have all day." I said irritatingly.
"Ofcorce, Let's get started."
The meeting didn't take very long and we were free at 1 pm.
"It was nice doing business with you Davidson." Said Sean with a handshake.
"The feelings mutual." I said meaning it. The guy must be a douche but he was a shrewd business man.he turned towards Blair and said,"Blair, I'm throwing a little party today at the Bellagio party hall to celebrate our business venture tonight. Would you do me the honor of being my date tonight?"
"Ofcorce I will mr Charles." Blair said with a heart stopping smile.
"Please call me Sean. I'll pick you up at 7. It's a black tie event." With that he left.
She was going on a date with Sean ? I had to prevent this.

"You can't go with him tonight." I said
"And why the hell not?" She spit out.
Why not? I didn't know why not. I just couldn't let her go out with him.
"Because I forbid you to. Do to forget I'm your boss."
"And as my boss, you have no right to control my personal life." With that she went out of the room in a huff leaving me angry and confused.
Why did I care if she went on a date with Sean. It was her goddamn life.
She was just an employee
Even I couldn't make myself believe that.
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Blair's P.O.V

I was going to the ball with Sean Charles. The Sean Charles. And I knew just what to wear. The black gown that I brought with Cheryl would be perfect. Who knew shed actually be right about this . By the time I got free and got to the suite it was already 5:30. I had to hurry if I was going to get ready in time. Christian wasn't in the suite because he had another meeting which I wasn't part of so he'd come to the party directly from there. I had already sent him his tuxedo. I took a quick shower and put my makeup on. I pulled out all the stops today. My makeup wasn't non existent but it wasn't very much either. I curled my hair slightly so that it fell in perfect waves just above the small of my waist. As I stood in front of the mirror I couldn't help but admire the outcome. The dress really was very pretty. It clung around all my curves and had a little flowing tail at the bottom. I almost couldn't recognize myself . Would Christian think I looked good too?
Why was I thinking about Christian! He was a bastard and I hated him.
Except that even I knew I didn't hate him. I could still remember the feel of his lips against mine and the sting that they left or the touch of his hand against my body.
I mentally berated myself for thinking about him again. He didn't deserve me. Not at all.