Heartbreak Cover-up

Summary:

This story was posted before and then taken down because I found out more information on what I was writing on and needed to make some drastic changes, if you had been reading this fic before please start over as there has been to many changes not too.

Leila Williams had her fair share of triggers that could have sent her after Anastasia, but we know very little about that small part of the book. This is some insight about Leila's life post-Christian and what lead her to being in Anastasia's apartment.

This is set in Fifty Shades of Grey, a little before Christian receives the call about her and in Fifty Shades Darker when she confronts Anastasia. Depending on popularity I may continue to do her confrontation at Grey Publishing in Fifty Shades Freed.

There will be themes of self-harm, drug usage and coarse language viewer discretion is advised, Enjoy!

I loved Master but he never loved me back, Master is a very, very dark man but I love him, but Russell is capable of loving me and caring for me more than Master ever could, he takes me out on dates and makes love to me... I know Master would be very mad if he knew I had been sneaking around with another man so I have to leave him if I want to continue to be with my beloved Russell. I have yet to tell Russell about my past in fear he would leave me for someone who was less fucked up, or as Master says—Fifty shades of fucked up, that's what he calls himself but I don't think he is but I can never tell him that without being punished for speaking without being spoken too. I smack my harlot red lips together and tousle my hair as I walk towards Escala where Master will be waiting for me... But I will only be here for a few minutes, unlike before when I would stay for the whole weekend and let Master have his way with me. That stupid bodyguard of Masters is standing by the door giving me a nasty look, I don't think he likes me very much—well fuck him, I have every right to be here every weekend, I signed a damned contract so I could belong to Master. I find myself looking him up and down biting my lip; I must say he was rather attractive... Russel...You love Russel. I see Master standing by the window looking at the Seattle skyline and I cannot help but wish I was in his arms as he held me after making sweet love but I knew that was never going to happen.

Master hears me come into the room and immediately turns to look me up and down—I feel proud that he wants to look at me with lustful eyes; I think it is because I am wearing the black dress Master likes.

"Hello, you are here early." Master looks down at his large watch and then looks at me with confused eyes, I am always on time unless I want to get punished with a cane, belt or get suspended and teased until tears drain down my face... Master is dark...

"Yes sir, I wanted to come and tell you I am breaking our contract together after six months..." Master looks angry but confused at the same time, I am scared he may try and punish me one last time, I don't want to be punished—I want Russell.

"Leila, I am surprised by your request... May I ask why?" Master walks closer but I take a step back, I cannot fall into his arms like I did last time when I was thinking of leaving... Now I have Russell, someone who loves me and can provide me with a family and unconditional love.

"I have met someone else; he is capable of loving me and giving me a life... I am sorry sir but I love you and I feel as though these feelings will never be returned, so I must leave." My breath hitches as Master looks at me—he is so angry at me... Oh no!

"How long?" Master spits at me with a venomous voice.

"About three months." I look down at me feet, unable to look at Master like this, I usually never make eye contact with him anyways but this time I needed to so he knew I was serious about not being his submissive again. Master speaks again, "You are lucky our contract is broken or I would beat the living shit out of you with a damned cane!" Master yells and I almost drop to my knees in pure fear...Stay strong Leila... You love Russell...He loves you...Master doesn't love you.

"Get out!" Master yells and points to the door I turn on my heels and head towards the door but I am surprised when Master's rough hands grab my arm and spin me around, "You know what this means Leila, we will never speak after this...I don't want you to be pulling any of that sneaky shit! It's done and our contract is as of now broken." Master speaks and I nod and rush out the door before he can stop me again, the bodyguard is still standing there looking at me with the same disproval, I just flip him the finger and head down the elevator. I am free! Free to do what I like and eat what I want... I never knew such relief would come with leaving Ma- wait I can call him Christian now! I never thought it would feel so good to leave Christian! I dig in my purse and fish out my IPhone I bought for myself after sending my Blackberry back to Christian before I left my house this morning. I press Russell's contact and press the slick phone to my ear.

"Hey baby." Russell greets warmly making my previous fear from Escala evaporate, I love this man.

"Hey, are you free?" Please I want to see you...I want to kiss you and hug you and share with you what I just did.

"Yeah I just got off work actually, Should I meet you at your place?"

"That would be great; I just am out in about right now so how about I meet you there in half an hour?"

"Sure I should stop home and freshen up first anyways." I think of when Russell and I had a shower together... I smile at the thought of his sweet kisses all over my body but then asking about the bruises on my hips and wrists, I just made up the excuse that I was clumsy and fell —he believed me and I am glad, I wasn't ready to tell him about what I did on weekends not at that point. I still don't know how he was going to take it when he finds out that I have been lying to him saying that I really do volunteer work on the weekends.

"See you soon baby, I love you."

"I love you too Leila." Russell hangs up and I am left walking in the cool cleansing rain, smiling like an idiot—oh how I love this man.