Hi guys, I reread my story and oh my lord. Hahahahaha thought I'd start again and add more depth to my characters. Sorry! Take 2!

CHAPTER 1-

I strutted into the grand entrance of the building, my building. Heartfillia Inc. White walls, marble pillars, clear windows, 50 levels; it was all me. It had been a long time coming, but man did it feel good to be your own boss. After years of hard work and dedication, I had graduated from University to become the head of Heartfillia Inc. (with the help of my dad of course).

He had always known I was one day going to become the greatest business owner Japan would ever see. Of course he also knew to become the biggest and best, we had to join the biggest and best.

Instead of an average 21st gift like a car, or even chocolates and flowers, my father decided to gift me off to the son of the biggest company at the time, Dragneel Manufactures very own, Natsu Dragneel.

It was weird marrying a boy you had known for 1 week. Funny story, I had met him for the first time at my 21st party, then a week later I had read in a magazine I was engaged to him (I literally had to call my dad to confirm this news).

Of course I was delighted at the thought of marrying such a handsome and fine man, but that quickly faded when I realised it was just a business marriage. I naively thought it would go down like this:

1) get married

2) live happily ever after !

It obviously did not go down like that... at all. He was nice, charming and definitely good looking, but the thought was always in the back of my mind... 'this is a sham'. But being the golden child's of our families, we both ignored these thoughts that clearly went through both our minds.

The weird thing was, that at times, it really didn't feel fake at all. Those weird little moments where we would be sitting on the couch, watching TV and we'd laugh together as a couple, his hand brushing against mine softly (even though there was an awkward amount of space between us at all times), or those moments where he'd tell me I was beautiful, or those moments where he'd go red when I called him handsome, or when he told me he loved me after our first fake annivers-

'Good morning Mrs Dragneel!'

I was snapped out of my thoughts when my security greeted me, my coffee splashing onto me as I jumped.

'Oh shit, fuck me', I said a bit too loudly, frightening Neil.

'Sorry Neil, you just startled me that's all' I chuckled slightly as his face contorted into a look of guilt.

'I'm sorry Lucy, didn't mean to frighten you, just wanted to say good morning you know?', taking his hat off, the old man attempted to pat dry the brown stain on my shirt with a handkerchief he had in his pocket.

I quickly swatted his wrinkly hands away, 'don't worry Neil, I have a change of clothes in my office'.

An apologetic look appeared on his face as I gave him a smile.

'Seriously! Don't worry, it was me. I'm just a bit out of it today, I swear!' I tried to convince the old man as guilt washed over me after seeing his attempts to help me.

I quickly slipped away, urging him to stop as he repeatedly said sorry while still trying to wipe my shirt.

It was true though, I had been out of it all morning.

Last night was a hell of a night.

We had just opened our first international branch in the US, and the company had gone out to celebrate. I had a few to many drinks and had ending up being dragged to a taxi by Gray (who suprisingly still had clothes on which was weird cause he always seemed to strip whenever we went out). I remember popping my out my head of the taxi window and coming face to face with a certain pink headed man. He was crouching, his hands quickly finding my forehead.

'Should I go with her?' He asked Gray.

'Don't worry she'll be fine, she's been much drunker before, you should've seen her when she was 18! My god this girl could party til the morn-'

'Stoppp exposinggg me to my husbanddddd Grayyy', I drunkenly slurred.

I remember Gray chuckling, but the pink hair mans face remained stern. He stood up, rolling his sleeves up as he reached for the door.

'I'm going with her'

I don't know if it really happened but I swear I remember Gray yelling 'Boo you whore!'.

Just before he could open the door a grey haired girl appeared behind him. What was her name? Lizzy? Lisa? I couldn't remember but I know she stopped him. Her grey hair gleamed in the dark, her eyes glittering. She gave me a look over Natsus shoulders before giving him a pleading look. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but he sighed before turning to me,

A look of slight amusement danced across his face,

'I'll be home soon, okay?'

He gave me a pat (yes, a pat) on the head before he signalled for the taxi to go. The last thing I really remembered was screaming 'bye bitcchhessss!' out the window as I drove off. Who even dressed me into my pyjamas?

I had woken up this morning with a huge headache and no Natsu in the house. Where did he end up staying after last night?

Ding!

The elevator sounded while I continued to rub away the brown stain on my shirt. I looked up just in time to see my husband and that Lisa girl!

The noises of their mouths continued to fill my ears. Too shocked to move, they didn't notice my presence. I don't even think they noticed the elevator had stopped moving.

I stood there shocked as the doors closed, my eyes darted around me to see if anyone else had seen that. Had I been the only one to see that? Was I that hungover that I was still a bit drunk?

Jamming on the elevator button, my heart felt weird. What the hell was going on. I slowly stepped into the small confined space, for some reason the elevator felt smaller than usual. The elevator trip up to my office felt like forever. Bringing my hands to my cheeks, I slapped myself to see if it was real. Ouch. Oh it was real.

I put my hand to my chest, my heart banged against it. I mean, we never openly admitted that we were exclusive, but we were!

I reached my office and walked over to my desk. Paperwork scattered everywhere, I rummaged around for my change of clothes I kept in my office.

'Knock, Knock!'

I looked up to see Natsu. His face had a huge grin on it that I just wanted to punch off.

I didn't return the smile he offered.

'How you feeling? I'm surprised you didn't take the day off after last night'

Was he really standing there asking me these questions? Seriously. Was I still drunk?

'Oh um, yeah I just. I don't know. Thought I'd come in to... I just ... yeah... meeting... last night'

My thought kept trailing off, a thousand things were going through my mind but I knew one thing, I still wanted to punch Natsu in the face.

'Oh well, yeah, okay. I just wanted to check on you to see how you were feeling. I stayed at Grays house last night cause I knew you'd be okay'

Lie.

Was this boy really standing in front of me like he didn't just make out with someone that wasn't his wife.

I really wanted to punch him in his face, but something stopped me. I never really believed in god, but I'm so sure it was him that stopped me.

'Are you okay?'

My thoughts of punching him ceased, he was so close to my desk. A look of worry evident in his face.

'I'm fine!' I snapped back at him. Was it unfair to be mad at him without him knowing why. I didn't care for the right answer.

'Woah, easy Lucy, I was just asking you know, since you're my wife and all' he chuckled as he reached for a white shirt on my desk.

'Are you looking for this?'

Snatching it out of his hand, an amused face was still plastered on the pink haired mans head. This was not funny.

'What's funny?'

'Nothing, just your face when you're mad'

'No, your face'

Did I really just say that...

Natsu burst out laughing, his laughter filling the room.

'Not very witty this morning I see. I'm having lunch at Romero's today. I wanted to ask if you wanted to come'

'No'

My reply slipped out a bit too quick.

'Oh... well okay'

He shuffled on his feet before he turned to walk away. He suddenly looked back.

'Are you... busy? Meeting or something?'

I looked at him, my heart ached as I looked into his onyx eyes.

'No'

'Oh... okay, well I guess I'll see you at home...'

'I guess' I replied bluntly.

'Is there something wr- actually, never mind'

Flashes of him kissing another girl crossed my mind as he walked out my office, his hands in his pocket. A look of confusion stuck on his face as he walked towards that cursed elevator.

What was I going to do? What was a girl in love to do? But I had other things to worry about first, like this fucking migraine. Ugh.