The Devil Wears Armani (ON HOLD)

8

Blair's P.O.V

The next couple of months with Christian were heaven. We used to work together in the mornings where we would make love occasionally in his office or in various secluded parts of the building just for the daredevil factor. In the nights we would have dinner together and then make love in either of our houses through the night. I don't think we would ever get used to each other. Each time we kissed the passion remained the same if not more. I had never felt this way about anyone before and what I felt for Christian was beyond amazing. I knew I was falling for him but maybe.....just maybe I was already in love with him. The people had eventually found out about us and the press had a field day. Sure they wrote some pretty atrocious things at first but later I just realized that they didn't bother me. The process slowly slowed down and soon the news of us being together was rarely in the papers.

The next day when I woke up I felt like shit. My head was heavy even though I hadn't drunk the last night and I threw up. It was probably the Alfredo pasta I had for dinner. Never again. I went to work a little late that day. Christian usually picked me up but he had flown to Canada a week before to attend a meeting so he had just sent his driver to pick me up. As I entered the office building the people were giving me weird looks. Did I have some stain on my blouse. I quickly took a look only to find out that my dark blue satin blouse was perfectly stainless. Then why was everyone staring at me? I brushed away the thought thinking that it was probably in my mind but as I entered my cabin I was stunned.

My entire cabin was filled with red roses. There were dozens and dozens of them and each corner of the room was filled with a bouquet. I forced myself to regain my senses and went to one of the bouquets that had a note attached to it.

It read:

Dear Blair,

It was exactly this day that you agreed to be my girlfriend and changed my world completely. I am utterly grateful to you and I don't think I could manage without you now.

Christian xx

My eyes teamed up as I read the note again and again. He remembered, I thought with a smile. I called him up immediately but his phone was engaged. He was probably still in the meeting. The rest of the day various people came up to me to congratulate me. I was very happy to say the least. Christian was supposed to come back at 1 in the morning and I suddenly had the great idea to surprise him. I wouldn't gift him any material thing but I would tell him how I truly felt about him. I would tell him that I loved him. I loved Christian Davidson. It felt great to finally admit it.

I got off work early that evening because I was sick the entire day. My stomach was still upset probably from the pasta so I came home early. Christian wasn't going to arrive for another 7 hours so I decided to take a quick nap. When I woke up it was almost 10. I must've slept for more than 4 hours. I should get going to meet Christian if I wanted to surprise him. I was just about to get ready when my phone rang. Shit. I had more than 17 missed calls. Just at that moment the doorbell rang. I ran up and opened the door to a very frantic looking Cheryl. My heart instantly slipped a beat.

"Cher? What's wrong?" I said, my heart racing a mile a minute at her expression.

"Oh Blair are you okay? I'm so so sorry! Christian-"

"Christian? What's wrong with Christian? Oh god is he okay? Please tell me he's okay." I interrupted her. My mind raced to all the things that could've happened to Christian. Oh god please let him be okay, I silently prayed.

"Blair! Christian is perfectly fine. Didn't you see the news?" She grabbed my hand and switched open the tv and switched to the news channel. There on the tv was Christian........making out with a girl! I let out a gasp.

He was making out with a girl in what appeared to be a club. It wasn't even just a picture. It was a video so I was sure the girl hadn't thrown herself on him. He was doing it willingly. Tears collected in my eyes until my vision was blurry.

"Blair, I'm so sorry honey!" Cher said while hugging me. "He doesn't deserve you. He really doesn't deserve you. We'll get you a much better guy is swear."

But I wasn't paying attention to what she was saying. My eyes were fixated on the the television screen. They were showing a picture of me and Christian together and 'just another girl' and 'cheated on yet another one' was written under it.

I couldn't believe this. How could Christian do this to me? How did I fall for it? When did I become stupid?

Since then my tears were unstoppable. Cher comforted me but I just wanted to be alone.

"It's okay Cher, I'm okay!" I said, not even believing it myself. I wasn't okay. "I think I just need to be alone."

"But Blair-"

"Please Cher, it's what I want." I said, cutting her off.

"Okay, but I'll be right here if you need me." Cher said

"No, it's a weekend, and I know for a fact that you have to attend that art show. I'll be okay and I'll call you if I need anything." I said, forcing a smile.

"But Blair-"

"No buts, now go!" I said

"Okay, but you'll call me if you need anything! It's going to be okay." She said, giving me one last hug.

I said okay even though I knew I wouldn't be calling her.

After she left I locked the front door and switched off the tv. I couldn't take anymore of that. I checked my phone and saw that my missed calls were now 50 and almost all of them were from Christian. If he thought that I'd forgive him after this, he was delusional. I was about to switch off my phone too when it began ringing.

It was Christian. I switched it off anyways and went back to bed when someone rang the front bell impatiently . It was probably Cheryl and she must've forgotten her phone or something. I was about o open it when Christians rich voice rang through the door.

"Blair I know you're inside! Please open up Blair!"

"Christian? What are you doing here." I said, without opening the door.

"Because you're not answering my calls. Blair please let me explain. It's not what you think." He said.

"Go away Christian! I don't want to talk to you! Everything is in front of me." I said shouting at the top of my lungs.

"Blair if you would just open the god damn door I can explain-"

"There is nothing left for explaining Christian." I said leaning against the door, my voice barely audible.

"Blair....baby... Please if you would just open the door one time." His voice was breaking like it hurt him to speak but I knew it was just a facade.

"Christian, if you don't leave..... I'll have to call the cops." I said even though I knew I wouldn't do it.

"Blair I don't give a shit. You can call anyone you want but I'm not leaving until I see you."

I didn't have any more energy left in me but I sure as hell wasn't opening the door. "Christians.....if you've ever,ever, felt anything at all for me, you will leave me the hell alone right now. I beg of you." I said as tears slipped down my cheeks.

"Blair...plea-"

"Christian....please." I said, I little more firmly.

"I'll leave now Blair but you can't keep yourself away from me. You have to let me explain and I will ." And with that he left.

That night, I cried until I fell asleep. But tomorrow would be a new and hopefully a better day.

Little did I know...

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