Chapter 8

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Ana POV

"Well, this is a celebration so please bring us a bottle of Bollinger and a tray of oysters to begin with" Christian tells the waiter.

As the waiter walks off, Christian reaches for my hand and squeezes it, smiles, and as he is about to say something we hear a woman's voice call his name

"Christian?"

We both look up, and I see him clench his jaw and tighten the grip on my hand as he addresses her

"Jillian."

His eyes bore into hers, and I can feel tension radiating off him, and I'm not sure what to do at this moment.

The silence is painful as they both stare at each other, and after a minute he asks her "What do you want?"

"I just wanted to stop and say hi and see how you were doing. We haven't spoken since you broke off our engagement-you never gave me a chance to explain or apologize. I couldn't call you, and you blocked my access to Escala."

I see him tense up a little more, so I decide to go to the ladies room to give them some privacy, but when I stand up, Christian pulls me onto his lap and kisses me very gently, but passionately "You don't need to leave baby...she was just leaving."

He looked up at her, his eyes still boring into her, and continued "I didn't want to hear any excuses from you, nor did I want an apology. You broke my trust and shared intimate details of our lives with those succubus's you call friends.

Every time you called the paps to let them know where we were going, you created a serious security issue for Taylor and his team. You not only put us in danger, but you put them in danger as well. There is no excuse for what you did, and I could care less about listening to your bullshit apology."

She stood there, opening and closing her mouth like a fish, but not saying anything, so I decided to put my 2 cents in "Actually Jillian, I would like to thank you."

She looks at me as if I have 2 heads "Thank me? For what?" she snarls.

I grin and go in for the kill "Well, thanks to your narcissism, shallowness, greed, and pure stupidity, I was able to meet this fine man. He is warm, kind, sweet, generous, and a fantastic lover, but I'm sure you know that already. He is the greatest gift of all. So, again, thank you." I smirk at her, and then plant an obscene kiss on his lips.

Before she can reply, Taylor walks over, takes her by the elbow and very sternly says "Let's go, Miss Robertson" and starts to lead her away from the table, and as she starts to walk away, Christian says "My mother raised me not to lie...I would say it's been nice seeing you again, but we both know that isn't true."

We both watch as Taylor escorts her across the restaurant and to the elevator. As the doors open he leans in and whispers something in her ear which causes her to turn white as a ghost, and a few seconds later the doors close and she is whisked away, out of sight, out of mind, out of our lives, and she is quickly forgotten.

Just then the waiter brings our champagne and oysters and sets them on the table. "I have never had oysters before-are they really an aphrodisiac, or is that just a myth?"

Christian grins, picks one off the plate and feeds me "Well, why don't we find out?" he smirks.