Well, I should have expected the amount of negativity and repulsion from the last chapter. It even came down to the story being called NTR (had to research that one). I agree I deserved every bit of the backlash. I do apologize to those I have offended. It was never my intention. When they say unleash your imagination… I literally went overboard with it. Each IchiHime story I have written was from different perspectives, from CEOs to Assassins and then simple college students. I think of the genres based on the books I'm reading at the moment and think of a fanfiction I can write about with the two characters.

When I began this story, I was an innocent teenager entering adulthood and didn't have experience in many books. However, as I got older my variety in books widened. I engrossed myself in different genres and landed on dark erotica. There I went off and had to reel myself back into simple romance, hence Our Affair, Weakness, and recently One Night of Fun. I do not hate Orihime and placing her in this predicament was truly messed up. I apologize again.

For the majority, I rewrote Chapter 27 and excluded the triggering scenes. However, the situation will remain the same.

I ask humbly to please stick with me for the ending. I promise a happy healthy ending.

Thank you to those who stayed and to those who bailed, I get it.

Disclaimer: Drug Usage

Enjoy!

Queen's Move

"Relax," he whispered as his thumb swiped at the call and answered it. "Yes, Dr. Unohana? What were the results of Orihime's blood test?"

Aizen listened intently as Dr. Unohana spoke. His smile slowly faded into a frown. "Is that so? I see." He turned his head towards Orihime who only stared back at him trying desperately to hide her fear. "Okay. I'll have her come in sometime next week to draw blood. I appreciate the call. Goodbye for now."

He hung up and sighed as he placed his phone back in his suit pocket.

"What happened?" Orihime whispered dreading for his answer.

"Apparently each blood sample I had sent them was inconclusive." She waited for him to explain further. He likes to hear the sound of his own voice. "Some samples were destroyed through transport; others were not cooled enough to extract samples from among other things. She can only test your blood in her office where they can ship it to the lab securely."

"Oh," Orihime turned her head to look out the window and started smiling. Yes!

"Well until then we will be going to our new home." His hand tugged on her arm to pull her close to him. "Consecrating every room there."

"Can't wait," she said through gritted teeth.

In the limousine, Orihime stared out the window looking at the view of the city. The pedestrians and cars pass them. Her palms grew sweaty when the city lights began to disappear to trees. They were getting closer to the high-end part of town where high-priced mansions reside.

She touched the side of her pocket where the two tablets shifted. The nurse from the villa, noticing her deteriorating health and lack of sleep, provided her with sleeping aids. She never took them in case of an emergency, which happened to be now. If she were to take them now, she would be out in five minutes. Anything to avoid another night in bed with him. But opening the wrapper was loud and he would hear it. She turned her head slightly to see Aizen scrolling through his phone and one hand on her thigh. Every few minutes he would move his hand higher trying to get under her dress.

Playing as a willing participant in his deviant hunger was eating away at her. She just had to make it through the night and tomorrow she would be back in the office proceeding through with her plans. Her two contacts would meet her there. Secretly of course because of Momo and her betrayal of reporting everything back to Aizen.

Her eyes landed on the unopened bottle of champagne and got an idea. With a bit of acting, Orihime began coughing loudly. With each cough, she pulled the wrapper out and tore it. Aizen gazed at her worriedly.

"Are you okay?" He asked concern as he put his phone away. She pointed to the bottle of champagne before covering her mouth to cough again.

"Thirsty…" she croaked out. Understanding, he leaned forward and grabbed the large bottle. While he wasn't looking, Orihime threw the two pills in her mouth. He faced her to cork the top open and poured the contents into a flute. He handed her the glass, but she pushed his hand away to get the bottle. Putting it to her lips she 'chugged' the bubbly alcohol. He eyed her suspiciously, but she pretended to drink as she slipped the two pills into the bottle.

Aizen grabbed it away from her mouth, spilling a few droplets, and glared at her. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I was thirsty," she lied, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Then drink from the glass. You're a lady." He handed her the flute.

She gave a sheepish grin. "Sorry," she mumbled bringing the glass to her lips. After a small swig, she gazed at him lovingly. "Live a little. We have to go back to work tomorrow." She placed the flute down to the side and scooted closer to him. Running her fingers up his thigh, she smirked. "Drink up so you can loosen up for what's about to come when we get home." Her fingers crawled up his abdomen to his chest and then his chin. With her other hand, she lifted the bottle to his lips. "Please," she pouted cutely.

Aizen eased his glare and smiled softly. "Are you trying to get me drunk?"

"No," she shook her head disapprovingly. "You can handle a little champagne… fiancé," she purred. He watched her lick her lips seductively. Without hesitation, he pressed the rim to his lips and began drinking. Trying to hide her devious smile, Orihime buried her face in his neck and began kissing him there. He groaned at the kiss when he drank. He moved the bottle away, but she took hold of it and put it back in his mouth.

That's not enough. Drink more dammit!

He had a few more swigs, before moving it away and putting it down. With his hands free, he grabbed her around the waist and forced her on his lap. Her dress hiked up her thighs, but he pushed it further up to view another pair of crotchless panties he liked.

Hoping not to go any further, Orihime kissed him. But his hands didn't stop moving to her backside and grinding into her. She clenched her eyes shut and started counting down the time. The timing felt forever, but his hold on her began to lessen until his hands fell to the side. Snores filled the back of the limousine.

Orihime took a deep breath as she pushed herself off him. Seconds after fixing her dress the vehicle came to a stop. She shuffled to the window and glanced at the huge home. There were different foreign cars and trucks lined up in the driveway. Another thing he flaunted with his wealth. The door opened on her side, and it was the limo driver.

"Ma'am, we've reached our destination."

She nodded, then pointed her thumb over her shoulder behind her. "Hubby is sleeping. Long trip." She got out without another word and walked up the pathway into the mansion. She didn't want to take in any of the luxurious décor but to find a room to hide in until morning light.

A maid greeted her at the door. "Welcome Madam," the black-haired woman smiled and bowed.

"Yeah hi. Where's my room?" Orihime looked around not paying much attention to the young woman. Her eyes landed on two sets of stairs, one spiral and the other across the room going straight up.

"The master bed-"

"Not that one… a separate one. With locks."

The maid widened her eyes and began stuttering incoherently. "I'm… I… Master Aizen… said-"

"Forget it." Orihime raised her hand to stop her. The driver staggered in behind her with Aizen's arm looped over his shoulder. "Take him to his bedroom to rest. He's drunk… sleepy," she quickly corrected.

"Right." A few other servants of the mansion came to help Aizen. While they were distracted, she faced the maid.

"Do you have a cellphone I can borrow?"

"I believe all devices in your name are in the master bedroom." She pointed towards the large spiral stairs. "I can guide you there."

Orihime bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from cursing. "Okay." She just needed to grab what she deemed essential and then hide. It was late but she has to make contact with her helpers on way or the another.

"What has Dad been up to the past couple of days?" Ichigo poked at the plate of curry Yuzu had made for dinner. After getting home from the hospital, Isshin drove off while his sisters helped him into the house. That was three days ago. Karin shrugged.

"Since Grandpa came over the other day, he hasn't been home. I think Dad went somewhere with Renji to talk to clients. They've been running around since." She then took a spoonful of the curry and shoved it into her mouth.

"Oh okay." Ichigo no longer having an appetite, stood up from the table and made his way to the sink.

"You're not hungry?" Yuzu asked in concern.

"Sorry. I'm too tired to eat." Both Yuzu and Karin raised their eyebrows which didn't go unnoticed by him. "I'm okay you guys. Finally going back to work in the morning has me feeling anxious. I will turn in early for the night." He gave them a reassuring smile before turning to head to his room.

Entering his room, Ichigo shut the door and made his way to the desktop computer. Isshin did not tell him much about Orihime and where she was during the car ride home from the hospital. With the limited amount of knowledge he had, he was messaging Detective Kisuke if he knew anything. But he was also keeping certain information close to his chest.

He powered on his desktop and tried to busy himself with any business he could handle before entering the office.

Orihime tossed and turned in the spare bedroom all night. The staff of the mansion went to work moving some of her things there. They were uncertain at first due to Aizen being their employer, but she played the perfect fiancé role, and they did what they were told.

Being in a new place once again felt exhausting. She wanted her own living space back. As soon as daylight peeked through the curtains, she got up and showered. The maid from last night pulled out an outfit for her to wear for work. It was a freshly pressed elegant black and white striped blazer dress along with matching stilettos. It was her usual style that she would wear to work. She appreciated the little details Aizen had for her clothing, but quickly shot that down.

Don't thank your captor.

Brushing her hair in the vanity mirror and dressed in a silk robe, she was startled by him bursting through the doors. His clothes were disheveled, and his hair tangled.

"What the hell did you do to me last night?" His nostrils flared staring at her through the mirror.

She blinked at him confused. "I have no idea what you mean. Suddenly, you fell asleep when we were about to have sex and hogged the bed when we got here. I had to sleep in the spare room," she put the brush down not breaking eye contact.

Aizen's eyes widen. "Excuse me?"

Orihime turned away from the mirror and faced him. "You fell asleep when we were about to have sex. Did I say something wrong?" He moved away from the door to get close to her, but she remained still. She didn't want to provoke him early in the morning, but she needed to regain control before he did something. "It happens with age," she smiled. "After work, we can finish what we started." She turned around and busied herself with putting on make-up. He only stared at her in astonishment. His eyes flickered down to the ground and rubbed his forehead in confusion.

"Fine," he softly mumbled. "I'll see you at the table for breakfast." He turned around and slammed the door he came through.

Orihime let out a breath she didn't know she was holding and dropped the eyeliner. Her hands were shaking with fear that she had been hiding. She pressed them together and placed them on her lap to try to calm down. "A few more hours than freedom," she whispered to herself.

In the dining hall, the maids served them a large spread of breakfast. Her stomach was in knots and couldn't bear to look at the amount of food in front of her.

"Tea?" A young brown-haired maid with pigtails offered. Orihime nodded. Aizen walked in after the tea was poured. The staff bowed in greeting.

"Coffee," he raised his hand to stop the pigtailed maid from speaking. He took a seat right next to Orihime. "Ready to head into the office?"

"Why wouldn't I be? It's my source of revenue." She took up the porcelain teacup and sipped.

"But there have been some changes since you've been gone." He took the cloth napkin and flogged it before placing it on his lap.

She gulped down the hot liquid and placed it down. Her eyes widened at his words. "Changes?"

"You didn't think I was going to let you have control over your own business when were about to get married. What's yours is mine, sweetheart." He took her left hand and intertwined their fingers. His eyes gazed at the engagement ring. "That ring looks so beautiful on you." He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it gently. "Eat. I don't want you to run late on your first day back." He dropped her hand and reached for his freshly poured coffee.

Orihime turned her head and stared at the brown hot liquid. Her eyes began to tear up watching the steam rise from the cup. He had his hands in her company too! How was she supposed to escape this hell when he had such leverage?

Momo greeted her as soon as she got off the elevator on the top floor. She rolled her eyes ignoring her and proceeded into the office. The presence of the light blue-haired man lounging on her couch stopped her in her tracks.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Grimmjow dropped his head back over the armrest. His signature psychotic grin graced his face. "You didn't honestly think your dearest husband fully trusted you now did you?"

Orihime bit the inside of her cheek to remain calm. She strolled in without answering him and dropped her purse on the desk. Grimmjow chuckled and closed his eyes not moving from the couch. Powering on her desktop, she sat in her office chair and got to work. Folders with clients' requests, exclusive brand deals, and model portfolios sat on the desk.

Momo walked in and placed a coffee mug by her. She then handed her a small file. "Mr. Aizen wants you to look at this before noon."

"What is it?" Orihime looked up from the computer screen and took the file. Opening it she read the first line and slammed it shut. One of the names she omitted from her letters because she had nothing to offer him in exchange. "No, I can't take this client."

"I rather you think about that before making any decisions," Grimmjow spoke up from behind Momo. The two women looked over toward him.

"He isn't affiliated with my company. Why would I take him on?" Orihime rested her hands on the desk. "If you don't know, this is a make-up company."

Grimmjow opened his eyes to stare at her. "And?"

"Taking him on will not benefit me."

"But it will benefit Aizen, so take on the damn client. Unless… you want me to tell your hubby you refused." Orihime glared at him, but he smiled before closing his eyes again.

"Fine," she grumbled under her breath. She opened the file again and began reading. Momo bowed and left the two people alone.

Shunsui Kyoraku.

He was a tough nut to crack. Ever since that first meeting to get funding for her company, he has been clean. He no longer embezzled money through his business Cherry Blossoms Inc. like before.

He learned from his mistakes.

His company being a clothing marketer would benefit her corporation, but they didn't need to know that. She already had hopes of merging Sweet Treaties with Ichigo's Ancient Collections business. She had plans to have a launch party to celebrate the unification by the end of next year if all had gone accordingly. However, Aizen and his malicious obsession with her set everything up in flames.

Nevertheless, if everything goes as planned, they could get right back on track.

She picked up the desk telephone and dialed the number provided in the file. Before she could finish dialing, her office door swung open.

"Orihime!"

Both Grimmjow and Orihime looked at the panting woman standing at the door.

"Tatsuki?" Ignoring the man on the couch, Tatsuki ran to the woman behind the desk. Orihime stood up and her friend embraced her. "Wha-"

"Where have you been? I've been calling you, texting, and coming here almost every day, and nothing. You disappeared for months! Where were you!"

Orihime glanced over at Grimmjow who sat up on the couch reaching behind his back. Her eyes widened. "Work trip." She pushed Tatsuki from around the desk and toward the door.

"Work trip? You can't be serious. What work trip takes you away from Tokyo for months? Why are you lying to me?" Tatsuki planted her feet on the carpet floor and whirled around to face Orihime. "Were you ignoring me because of what you said?"

She paused in trying to push Tatsuki out. "I beg your pardon. What I said?" She dropped her hands and folded them over her chest. "You mean I ignored you because of what your fiancé did to me and for you not to believe me."

"Oh, come on Orihime, you honestly expect me to believe such a fabricated story?"

Orihime's mouth dropped open in shock. "You can't… I don't believe this."

"Wow." They both turned to Grimmjow who stood up from the couch. "Aizen said this person was your best friend… but I doubt that after hearing that shit."

"Umm… who are you?" Tatsuki asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I'm just a bodyguard for that woman."

"More like a babysitter," Orihime mumbled under her breath.

"Same shit." He yawned and stretched before rubbing his stomach. "Speaking of shit, I'm gonna go take one." He pointed at her, "…stay put."

"Whatever," she waved him off and he grinned walking out. She turned to Tatsuki who was cringing. "As you can see, I'm back and alive. Can you leave now?" I can make the call to start the process of this shit show since I'll finally be alone.

"I'm not leaving until you explain to me what's going on. Who is that guy? Is that the new guy you're seeing?"

"No. You just heard him say he's my bodyguard."

"Why do you need a bodyguard?" She stepped closer and touched Orihime's shoulder. "Are you in some sort of danger?"

"No." Orihime glanced up at the wall looking at the clock.

"Then-"

"Tatsuki. I appreciate you coming but I have work to do," she nervously twirled the engagement ring on her finger.

It didn't go unnoticed by her friend. "Orihime, are you engaged? To who?" She snatched Orihime's hand to inspect the ring.

"Momo!" she yelled, snatching back her hand, and quickly tucking it behind her. The short woman came in seconds later.

"Ma'am?"

"Can you escort Ms. Arisawa out?"

"Certainly."

"Orihime!" Tatsuki's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Leave before I call security." Orihime waved making her way back to her desk. "Goodbye."

"Bitch," Tatsuki snapped. Orihime looked up at her frowning. "I put my wedding on hold for you and this is how you're treating me."

She huffed out in frustration and folded her arms in front of her chest. "I never asked you to do anything for me. You showed me who you were when you believed Uryu over me when I told you the truth."

Tatsuki walked around Momo to get in front of Orihime with the office desk between them. "How can I believe you when you said something so hurtful?"

"Hurtful? How do you think I felt after what he said and did to me?" The tears began to burn behind her eyes. She turned away from her best friend to look out the large window. She couldn't cry now. After all she's been through, this moment cannot take president over her true goal. "Please, just go."

"Fine. But when I walk through that door, consider our friendship over." Tatsuki turned away and headed for the door with Momo right behind her. Orihime quickly turned around and watched her friend leave once again.

When the door closed shut, she moved to her desk as her legs gave out causing her to collapse to the ground. A strangled cry rattled her throat as fat tears fell from her eyes.

Another person has left me.

This time, it was my fault.

What doesn't kill you will make you stronger is such bullshit!

Orihime hung her head and cried silently. Everything was starting to weigh her down before she could even cross the finish line.

"Sir, you can't go in there!" Her office door swung open and slammed shut. Seconds later the lock was secured in place. Momo banged on the door while calling out for security.

"Orihime?" a soft voice called out.

The sound of his voice shot through her ears and down to her heart. The scent of him that couldn't be replicated, floated through the air and filled her lungs. The sensation of his overall presence she craved more than her next breath pulled her from the darkness. She quickly wiped away the tears while smearing her make-up, but she didn't care. Hiding her tears from him meant so much more.

Standing up onto her feet with the help of the desk and office chair, Orihime glanced up to see him.

"Ichigo!"

No more separations and a happy reunion.

Also, Tatsuki and Orihime WILL make up.

Two More Chapters to go.

Thoughts?