Hey Guys,

this is my first Convict fanfiction, sorry for the mistakes due to language, I hope you love it

1.

The sizzle of the sheet mixed to weak warmth of a sunbeam woke me up. I instantly remembered the caress of man I loved. An intense dense at my heart was the answer. Every morning, exactly when the dreams were confused with reality it happened. It happened for years and this damn consumed me. The icy Victoria Grayson fragile as glass, that wasn't what they would have seen, I wouldn't allow anyone to have access to this side of me. It had to remain hidden, dormant with pain for a choice I had made years ago. I sat down. I tried to order my thoughts. That same void in my bed I felt in my heart. Tears ran down my cheeks while I touched the mattress, I dried them quickly, ready to take up my life as I did every morning. I looked at myself in the mirror, the brush bristles sinuously intertwined in my hair, I closed my eyes enjoying silence, the only companion of many of my intimate moments. I chose a white dress, formal, tight, low-cut on the breast. I shaken once again my hair, before going down for breakfast. The idea of seeing "my husband" tangled my stomach, a constant reminder of my sins. I sacrificed everything for him, I couldn't forgive myself for this, I couldn't feel anything but resentment against him. I was a prisoner, I realized it then and I realize it now. The luxury, a mere outline of what I had lost. I wore a bracelet of gold filigree, I closed the door of my room, hoping that the gesture let the torment inside.

I went down the stairs slowly, I couldn't help but I listened Conrad's irritated tone. There must have been problems at Grayson Global, all perfectly ordinary. I was ousted from his "unique world", I not suffered it I admit, however, see him angry amused me. I bit my lower lip slowly, trying to hide a blatant laughter.

I was taking place at the head of the table when Marta caught my attention with a document and various annotations that I had requested. I checked them quickly and I leave with a smile. I felt my husband's eyes on my skin, intent on covering every inch of my curves.

"Good morning dear, you're absolutely enchanting this morning .." he furrowed his lips into a smile, which concealed a very different intent.

"If I wasn't your wife.. I don't think I would have tolerated your insistent gaze beyond that" I replied sarcastically.

"What I can do?" raising his hands in joke "I should come with you more often to do shopping .." throwing one last look at my body.

I sat down, raising my eyes to heaven. I took a bite of a strawberry.

"You have plans for tonight Victoria?" He asked nonchalantly, muffling silence.

"You really don't remember what day is it, Conrad? How couldn't I have any projects?" I raised a note of my voice's tone.

He looked at me, "Oh right the Christmas party.." he muttered.

I bit my lips again at the thought that he had forgotten, I hated the lack of interest showed by him, that for every event that I organized, which moreover, it had only improve our public image.
I gave him a fake smile of mine "Besides, you're very busy in what I see" I pointed to his cell phone, which was ringing frantically.

I raised an eyebrow when he hung up every single phone call.

"Maybe it's one of your many mistresses, you should answer" I teased him with a cynical smile.

"Victoria, I love the blush on your cheeks, due to jealousy, you still have interest in me, perhaps?" He smiled satisfied.

"You're delusional if you think I can care about you Conrad, or have a slightest feeling towards you" I replied arid.

We resumed staring insistently. I sipped tea, enduring his gaze. Hovered there was a constant competition between us. There was no room for feelings, at least not from me. I looked at him and saw the man who had taken everything from me.. and I let this happened.

Charlotte and Daniel joined us, I tried to show poise and composure in front of our children. The tension between me and Conrad was not going to disturb them in any way. I explained the evening's program, recommending with each of them about how important it was for us their presence. It was like a cold shower when I had to learn that both of them will be missed, Daniel had planned a dinner with Emily and Charlotte had offered herself to organize the evening at the Stowaway. I was working to contain a touch of bitterness mixed with disapproval that was taking place on my face. I looked down in search of the teacup, I sipped it again to silence the pride. It was stronger than me, in one way or another I couldn't stand next to my children. That Jack Porter and his damn bar were misleading my Charlotte, Emily.. heaven I'd die if I approve their relationship. Reality didn't fail to throw me against like the most tenacious walls. I held my breath and turned one of my fake smiles accommodating to both.

I was alone with Conrad again, I had to endure his gaze.

"Looks like we'll have your party" he pointed out both of us with a laugh.

I snorted, "Save your breath Conrad, don't pretend interest in something that you clearly don't care" I was poisonous.

I sipped other tea, when I noticed that irritating smile on his lips.

"What's the matter?" I burst annoyed.

"You still blush, Victoria" he whispered.

I turned my eyes away annoyed.

"Victoria, what do you say to bury the hostilities away? At least for today?"He leaned himself on the table in my direction.

I looked at him, raising an eyebrow, of course I didn't trust him, but I wanted to see where he was going to get, I just didn't say anything.

"Today is the day before Christmas, don't you feel that air of peace?" he smiled, looking around.

I wanted to draw him out and I would have done it in my way "fine" I murmured with disinterest approaching my lips to the thin ceramic edge.

"What do you say to get yourself away for a while? I mean to rest.." it was his offer.

I hadn't clear yet what was his real objective.

"I could take care of the party, I have lists of invitees, the contacts of the photographers, staff and Miss Davenport could give me some advices if I make mistakes" he smiled.

Had he really offered to organize my party? In twenty-five years of marriage he had ignored every initiative of mine and now he wants to be involved. I looked at him with suspicion. I'd never let anyone have the elusive "organizational power", nor I couldn't do it now, he, Conrad Grayson had to be able to handle all this alone?. Anyway the idea of seeing him going crazy for stress teased me over, I was perfectly convinced that he wouldn't be able to handle this, and I savored his failure.
"You would like to organize my party? The COO of Grayson Global at tables that directs and manages the staff going around to check every single detail.. "I couldn't suppress a laugh "oh Conrad you're really in bad trouble".

"Don't be so sure Victoria" a sinister smile occupied his lips seemed to add "you have no idea what my real intentions are".

"You'll fail" I whispered with a laugh before leaving the table.