Beautiful Life Of Belle-Vie

Chapter 8: What if?

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Daniella has been coming to the firm an uncomfortable amount of times.

She was there every day.

Every. Single. Day.

Belle didn't even know why she was so bothered by it when she was engaged to her boss, besides she was probably the only one who seemed bothered by this, as her co-workers all seemed to love Daniella's company.

Belle fought the urge to roll her eye's as Daniella came out of Xander's office laughing.

" au revoir mon amour, à la maison. (Bye my love, see you at home)," She giggled as she shut the door.

Right. They live together.

"Oh Belle-Vie before I leave, I have something for you," Daniella smiled as she slid a neat pale pink envelope to Belle, it had the words 'Mr & Mrs. Le'Broy' in neatly printed cursive.

"Oh."

"It's our wedding invitation, I know we don't know each other but you seem like a good person and I'd like to get to know you, It would also mean a lot to me if you came to my wedding," the tall girl smiled, her accent thick adding to her attractiveness, "although I'm pretty sure Marie would've dragged you there anyways."

Belle half smiled, "right Marie. I would love to attend your wedding, thanks for the invite."

"Great," Daniella grinned, "I got to get home now. au revoir à demain (bye, see you tomorrow)."

Belle nodded as Daniella left.

Damn, I can't take that much fake smiling.

Her stationed telephone rang just as she was about to get up and get herself a cup of coffee to refuel.

"Sir?" She answered.

No answer.

"Hello?...sir?"

"(Clears throat) uhm yes Belle-Vie, uh come to my office please."

"Okay sir," she got up from her seat and walked over to his office.

Knocking once, she poked her head inside and walked in when he motioned for her to come in.

"You called, sir?" She stood in front of his table with her hands neatly clasped in front of her, her curls were gelled back and tied in a neat bun which made the golden hoops she wore stand out more and look more stylish, she wore a midthigh red pencil dress with high black boots, and to complete her look for the day, her make-up was pretty and minimum.

Xander looked up at her, and even though it wasn't his first time seeing her that day, his lips slightly parted and he almost forgot how to breathe.

It was beyond him how someone could look so gorgeous by simply breathing.

He loosened his navy blue tie as he leaned back in his seat, mentally reminding himself that he was already engaged to a beautiful woman.

"Please, take a seat," he motioned towards the chair Belle was standing behind.

"Am I in trouble?" She asked as she slowly sat down.

" non, détends-toi (no, relax)," He said casually, flicking through some files.

Xander cleared his throat looking up at her for a split second then looking back down at the files in his hand.

"So I was wondering..." he began, trying not to show how nervous he really was, and Belle's big brown eyes that were trained on him didn't make it any easier, "It's been a long day at the office, and we...uh you know-can't survive only on coffee..."