I'm back with another chapter! And this one was written completely by JustCherry73...I take no credit whatsoever! Once again, thank you girl for letting me borrow Leslie! I love you to the moon and back! Shoutout to GoldenGirl1920 and wwechristina for your continued love and support! Love you ladies!

I don't own anyone affiliated with the WWE. In fact the only thing I own is the storyline. JustCherry73 owns Leslie.

Enjoy!

Leslie POV

As I get ready to enter Drew's bedchamber to accept my fate, I hear quickened footsteps coming from the staircase. I turn around to see Sheamus rushing to me with a panicked look on his face. As he reaches me, he pulls me in a desperate big hug. He asks breathlessly, "Lass! Jesus Christ, are ye OK? I'm sa worried about ye after what Drew told me. I'll kill that rotten backstabbing bastard Orton myself for touching ye!"

I love this sweet man so much for worrying about me, but right now I can't stop thinking about Drew. He looked so lost and angry, it breaks my heart. I nod and say as my eyes well up, "I'm fine, King Sheamus. I'm so sorry this bullshit ruined your party!"

Sheamus sighs, seeing my tears. He cups my cheek, winks at me, and says, "I know, Lass. I know. Ye don't have ta say a word. Get in there and be with him. He needs ye now more than ever. I'll go back down and make sure all the party goers have taken their leave. I'll handle it."

I kiss Sheamus on the cheek, and he turns to go back down the staircase. I look back at the door and send up a silent prayer to the gods that I will not exit this bedchamber brokenhearted. I feel my heart beat faster, and I can't afford to break down crying like I want to. Oh God, please don't hate me, Drew! I'm so sorry! I love you so much!

Drew POV

After tossing Lucy's old clothes in her lying, cheating face and banishing her from the kingdom, I slammed the door to my bedchamber as hard as possible. And now, I'm pacing like a raving madman. I am beyond livid. I feel damn murderous to be honest! I stomp and growl, raking my hands through my long hair. I can't believe this! Lucy really was whoring around on me with my best friend! He was my second in command of my Army. We were like brothers since childhood. That son of a bitch!

I trusted them both when they promised me there nothing going on between them. They had the BALLS to make me feel like I was paranoid and jealous when I confronted them before! Then, she had ME hire her new fuck boy to take care of MY horses?! Goddamn her! Well, she is no longer my problem. My marriage decree is revoked and it's like she never existed. Our whole union was a fucking lie and is now erased from history. Now, the bitch can go lay with both of them whenever she wants! Are you happy now, Lucia?!

And I will make Randy pay tomorrow morning during the court martial. Oh, will I make that piece of shit pay! Fucking around with my wife under my own goddamn roof! He was my best friend. I trusted him as I trusted very few others. I gave him a title way above his station in life because of that faith and I loved him as a brother. And how does that bastard repay me? Screwing my wife in my own fucking castle! And even worse, he put his scummy, bastard hands on my Swee…

Leslie! Damn her! She knew! She's known since the day she arrived at the castle about those two and didn't tell me! When everyone else has failed me in my life, when everyone else has lied to me and betrayed me, she is the one person I thought I could trust in this world. But can I? Why did she wait to tell me what she saw? Goddamn it, Sweet! Why?!

I put my hands on both sides of my head and let out a mournful wail and start ripping my white shirt from my body until it nothing but rags. I slam it on the ground in a fit of rage. My breathing is more like heaving and I wanna destroy every goddamn thing in my path! I am ready to rampage this entire castle, but as I turn around, I see Leslie standing there against my door.

She has a sad, and nearly frightened look on her gorgeous face. I see the red marks and dark bruises forming on her throat and shoulders from Randy's attack, and a fresh rush of fury shocks my system. She showed zero fear laying into him when he tried to turn everything around on her, but I had a ton or terror in my heart was I saw that fucker grab her by the throat and nearly punch her. I have never been more scared in my life. Not even a battle would have jolted me as much as something happening to her.

But fear is not all that's coursing through my body right now. Goddamn, this woman is sin incarnate! Jesus Christ! Seeing her in that emerald green dress, which matches her beautiful eyes, has driven me to distraction all night. Those magnificent large tits! Fuck me! Oh god, those huge mounds, sitting so high and proud begging for my mouth, tempt me more than anything I've ever experienced in my life.

It was bad enough when I had my hand on one yesterday through her dress during our kiss…that kiss! But looking at them on display tonight and in this moment, that perfect milky white skin framed by the shade of green, her chest heaving from the shock of everything that happened tonight... My mouth waters just thinking about sucking on them as I bury myself balls deep into that paradise I know she feels like below. God, I wanna fuck the shit her so bad right now and make her mine forever!

But in this moment, all I feel is rage and wrath. I hear her quivering voice breathe out, "Drew, I wish I knew what to say to make this better. I'm so sorry."

I snap at her and I see her jump in response, "Spare me this fucking bullshit! I don't want your goddamn pity, Leslie!"

She gently tries to calm me (she has always had that effect on me) and says, "This isn't pity, Drew. I would never insult you in that way. I just…"

But I don't give her time to finish, "You can stop right now. You are just as treacherous! You've known the entire time you've been under my roof! You witnessed them fucking that day you arrived! You saw Lucy's face in that mirror while Randy still had his cock buried inside my wife, and yet you said NOTHING! This whole time! Not one damn word, Leslie! I thought I could trust you above anyone else! You have betrayed me just as much as those two!"

I see her lower lip tremble and those beautiful eyes well up with tears as she lays it all out there for me, "Treacherous? Me? Oh, fuck you, Drew! You've got no idea the damn hell I have lived in since I met Lucy before the banquet! I wanted to slap the shit out of them both and tell you that very moment. And if I had known you would hate me for this, I would have! I've had the world on my goddamn shoulders with this secret! I had to think about this country! And about Ireland! The agreement between you and Sheamus! What they did to you could've brought all of this down and you know it! And you know damn well that you would've thought I was stark raving mad if I had said something then. You had to see it with your own eyes."

I scowl and start to pace again (because I know she's telling the truth). She levels with me, "Be honest with yourself, Drew. If I had told you in that setting that your virtuous and oh so faithful Queen of Scotland was screwing around with your best friend and second in command, with King Sheamus and other members of both courts standing there, would I have looked credible to you? And it was worse for me when I discovered that you had suspected this some time ago and they talked their way out of it before I came back into the picture! They even made you feel guilty when you beat the shit out of Randy the first time! Whether they were physical at that point, I don't know. But there was obviously at least a connection and emotional affair going on. And I have no idea when she began fucking Allen. I only started suspecting that this morning. But deep down in your soul, Drew, you know that you would have never believed me unless I showed you the proof!"

She is right. She is correct about everything. I admit, to myself anyway, that I would never have believed that Randy and Lucy would do this to me, not even coming from her. And I could never hate Leslie. She is truly the one amazing thing in my life, especially now. She has been the only person in my existence that has always been loyal, faithful, and truthful with me.

And I love her. Bloody hell, I have always loved her! I will love her with the passion of a fiery sun until the day my heart takes its final beat. But I am so angry and bitter, and I hate the damn world right now. I have an inexplicable need to hurt her and everyone else when I scream at her, "Are you fucking Ridge Holland?!"

Leslie POV

Drew should have just reached into my chest and ripped the beating heart right out of my body. That would've hurt less than what he just asked me. I know he has just gone through something heartbreaking and traumatic, but is he really taking this out on me? Confused and angry, I reply, "Excuse me? What did you just say to me? And what does anything I may have done in my past have to do with this situation?"

Drew fires back, "I asked you a goddamn question, Leslie! You always change the topic whenever I mention him. I heard what that limey prick said to you last night and all the insinuations he's made in front of me before. And last night, he was proudly stating in the halls before I knocked his sorry ass out that he was going to spread your legs and fuck you! Those legs…" Drew looks me up and down, squeezes his eyes shut and screams, "Just answer me goddamn it! If you're such a paragon of honesty and purity, tell me the truth!"

I don't know where this is coming from, but I am starting to get pissed off. He's acting like a spoiled, jealous brat. But if he wants the truth, he better be prepared for what I have to say, "I told you that I am a virgin, and that is the truth! But OK, Drew. You want to do this? Fine! Two years ago, I let Ridge have a taste of me."

I see Drew's pacing come to a jarring halt and his head snap back in my direction. His expression has turned even more sour and it scares me. But if he wants the whole story, he will have it, "That's right! He caught me in a very vulnerable frame of mind one night right after my father died and I let him go down on me. And for full disclosure, you better damn well believe that I gave him one hell of a reason to want more of me! My mouth made damn sure of that! But it was only that one time I allowed that creep to touch me and that's all that's ever happened between us!"

Drew is practically shaking with fury and his eyes are staring daggers at me. But I will not allow him to sit in judgment of me as I go off on him, "Oh, get that damn scowl off your face! My name is not Lucia and I am not your wife! So, you can save your hypocritical, self-righteous condemnatory bullshit! I am not a pious, wilting little flower, and I have never pretended to be! I never said I was a paragon of anything. I have experienced pleasure and given pleasure to other men. Lots of them, if you just have to know! But there has never been a man good enough to take my virginity! That will always be reserved for the man I love. My maidenhead remains intact and, at this point, it probably always will!"

Drew's face changed again. He looks not just angry, but confounded and mystified. Maybe this was inevitable. He just has to scream the question, the one I had been waiting for my whole life, "Oh really, Leslie? And why is that? Why has no man ever been able to get you in their bed? Why were those men never special enough to penetrate you and claim your heart?"

Without hesitation, I finally unleash a flood of tears and the entire truth to him, "Because they were not YOU! Every man I have ever encountered could never measure up to you in my eyes or in my heart, and they never will! I love you! OK? I have loved you my entire life! There has not been a single day I have been on this Earth that my heart has not belonged to you! I have been in absolute misery and agony since the day I arrived back at the castle knowing that Lucy was your wife! You being so in love with her broke my heart, but I was happy that you had found the one for you! But that first night, I had to lie in my bed and listen to you fuck that unfaithful bitch within an inch of her life, not only knowing what her and Randy were doing behind your back, but because it wasn't me that you were making love to instead!"

Oh, I am not done by a long shot with him! I make sure I leave nothing out, "The day I left Scotland, I cried and screamed your name, calling for you! Praying that you would come rescue me, take me back to the castle and make me your wife! You didn't and it completely shattered my soul! But what I didn't know that day and didn't find out until he was on his deathbed two years ago, was the real reason my father moved us to Ireland. He discovered that your father had started negotiations for your arranged marriage to young Princess Jennifer for when she turned of marriage age. I never breathed a word of it to him, but even my own father knew that I was hopelessly in love with you. And the idea of his only daughter's heart being crushed was too much for him to take. He thought that, if we moved away from the kingdom, that I would forget about you. But I didn't! I looked for you in every man I ever met and they were all nothing but a pale comparison! I never stopped loving you with all my heart and soul and I never will, goddamn it!"

Drew POV

I am standing here with my mouth and eyes wide open and I know I must be looking like a total tool. What in the fuck just happened? I am left dumbstruck and in astonishment. My life just forever changed and my world has been completely rocked off its axis, and I don't mean from Lucy and Randy's betrayal. Leslie…loves me? She's always been in love with me? Jesus, the irony has made my mind clearer than it has ever been. We have felt the same about each other this whole time!

Wait a damn moment! The carving from her family home's hearth! LCM…Leslie Catriona McLean…and AMM…Andrew McLean McIntyre! Jesus Christ, I feel so stupid! Those were not her grandparents' initials. They were ours! When did she carve this? She's loved me all along as I have loved her! I can't believe this!

And that day she left…I wasn't crazy! She WAS screaming and crying for me. Randy kept telling me I was hearing things…but I wasn't. She should've been my wife this whole time. She should've been mine. No, she is mine, goddamn it! There is no Lucy to stand in our way anymore. No marriage or another bastard interfering with us and keeping us apart. It's just me and her. We can finally be together!

With my lack of response, Leslie lets out a frustrated wail with tears streaming down her face and quickly turns to my bedchamber door to leave. Oh no you don't! You're not getting away from me this time, Sweet! She slings the door open, but I am too fast for her. I rush over and slam it shut, holding it closed. I look down at her and growl out, "You're not leaving me, Sweet. You're not gonna walk out of my life again. I won't allow it!"

My arm is too strong as she struggles against me barricading the door. You're such a spitfire! I fucking love you with everything I have in me, Sweet! She starts to tirade as she sobs, "Yes, I am! Let me go, Drew! Goddamn it, open the fucking door! I am going to wake Sheamus and we are leaving for Ireland this instant! I'm not staying under this roof one more minute with you! You've made it painfully obvious that you don't care…"

I will not let her finish that dead wrong thought. I pull her by the hand until she is flush against my body. My chest is heaving and my gaze is trained the most beautiful woman in the world. I'm sure all of my emotions at that moment were reflected at her in my eyes: seething anger, utter shock, ravenous lust, and the most powerful love ever known to man. I'm feeling all of this as I thread my fingers into that beautiful tangle of red hair and kiss her hard and soundly.

She initially struggles against me, pushing hard against my bare chest and yelling at me incoherently through the kiss. I have to internally chuckle at the muffled curse words coming from of those full, delectable lips. You little hellcat! You're everything I have ever wanted or needed in this life! Our marriage will never be boring!

But then, I feel her curvy, sexy body relax and melt into mine as she starts to kiss me back, wrapping her arms around my neck. Oh god, is my Sweet turning me on! I need this woman so bad! I back her up against the door gently as I continue to bruise her lips with my hunger for her. I place my knee between her thighs and she gasps against my mouth.

I cradle that lush, beautiful ass in my hands and lift her up. Like she knows what to do instinctively, she wraps those gorgeous legs, strong from all those years of riding her horse, around my waist, clinging around me like a vice grip. I seer fiery kisses down the hollow of her neck, collecting a moan from her in the process. She threads her slender fingers in my hair as she breathes out, "Oh Drew!" Fuck me, the smell of the honeysuckle in her hair and the taste of her cherry perfume paired with that lusty, sweet voice is driving me fucking insane!

I can't take anymore! I need those objects of my desire! I roughly pull down the bodice of her dress and finally set eyes on those bare, beautiful, huge breasts that have tantalized me in my dreams since she came back into my life. They do not disappoint! My breathing is nonexistent and I'm in awe as I take them both into my hands and feel them naked on my fingertips for the first time. They are so soft, but her nipples are dark and already puckered as I pad them with my palms and run my fingers all the way down to caress them in both a rough and soothing motion.

Leslie lets a cry and hum escape her mouth and she arches her back against the door as I finally taste those beautiful buds for myself. I lick and lightly suckle on the left one, then I open my mouth fully to take as much of that sweetness as I can in, using my hand to squeeze and hold it up to my labors. She pulls at my hair as I pay the same loving attention to the right breast. My cock is at full attention and I am hard as granite when she starts bucking her full, luscious hips against me, that sweet treasure rubbing teasingly against my girth and length.

I groan and carry her to my bed without my mouth breaking contact with her tits and I lay her down on her back gently. I am settled between those gorgeous thighs and pinning her down with my muscular frame. She is mine and I need to make her mine completely. Oh god, I love this woman so much! I need her! My lips go back up to cover hers in a hungry, passionate kiss as my hand tries to remove my clothing, reaching between us to undo the clasp on my kilt.

But she sends shockwaves through my body and heart when she pushes against my chest and brings our potential lovemaking to a jolting halt. Her words have me in disbelief as, with her voice breathy and panting, Leslie demands as she adjusts her bodice back over her breasts,

"No, Drew. Not like this. It's not right."

I am on the floor sitting on my haunches with my legs spread wide due to the giant erection under my kilt and I am in disbelief. I crawl to her, cradle her beautiful face in my hands and say, "Not right? My Sweet, no! Nothing in my life has ever felt better than this! It's finally just you and me. Leslie, I…"

She puts her soft hand over my mouth and says, "No. That's not what I mean. I have wanted this my entire life and Christ, this feels so right! And I love you with everything I have in my soul. But this is not the right time for us. Drew, you just went through something horrible and awful. You are sad, confused and angry, and God KNOWS you have every right to feel that way. And that's why it's not the right time. You need time to think about everything that has happened."

I shake my head violently, press my forehead to hers and protest, "No, Sweet. Please listen to me. I don't need any time to think. I know what I want and need for the first time in my entire life. What we always should've had. Everything is finally clear to me. I…"

But before I can confess my undying and perpetual love for her, she stops me with these wise words, "No, Drew. You do need time. You need to think about what you truly want and who you really love. Before I go any further with you, I have to know that Lucy is completely out of your system. You need to study your anger and be honest with yourself. My heart cannot pay the price for what they did to you. I will not be some revenge fuck to get back at them. I don't deserve that, just as you didn't deserve their betrayal. And if I give into you now, and believe me when I tell you, I want to so bad it hurts, that's all it would be. Let your heart and mind be cleared and free from that prison, and I will be here waiting for you."

She removes the red stone bracelet, the one I gave her for her very late birthday, the one I stole for her, from her delicate wrist. I plead with her, "Sweet, no! This is yours. I gave it to you."

Leslie takes my right hand and places a sweet, lingering kiss in my palm. She places the bracelet there, closing my fingers tight around it. She doesn't bother hiding the tears flowing from those beautiful emerald green eyes when she clasps both of her hands around mine and manages to stammer out through her cries, "And when you know what you want, when you can be honest with me and yourself and tell me that you love me and only me, that you are at peace with what happened, not just with the events of tonight but everything, you can give this back to me and we can be together forever. I love you with all my heart, Andrew McLean McIntyre."

Leslie POV

I kiss Drew gently on the lips and make my quick exit from his bedchamber. If I had not ran from that scene, my willpower would not have held up and I would've let him make love to me right then and there. As I dash into my bedchamber and shut the door, I choke on my sobs and collapse to the floor against it. I never wanted anything more in my entire life that having that man's mouth all over me and feel his desire for me under that kilt like I did just now.

Even though I know in my heart and soul that I did the right thing, my fear is that his soul searching will lead him to discover that he doesn't want or love me. That he still loves Lucy, no matter how she treated him or how she fucked around on him with Randy and Allen. I am terrified that me doing the right thing will lead to my own heartbreak.

But I must know one way or the other. Why do I get the feeling he's standing outside my bedchamber door? As I get up off the floor and start to take off my dress (no way I'm sleeping tonight), I whisper up a little prayer like the day I left Scotland, and hope it doesn't fall on deaf ears this time, "Drew, I love you more than you will ever know. I always have and I always will."

Drew POV

I'm standing outside Leslie's bedchamber door. My fingers are softly touching the wood, tracing the ornate rose design in the center. I want nothing more than to push my way through and finish what I started tonight, making love to her with all the hunger I possess for her in my body. I need this woman like I need air in my lungs and I will make her mine forever!

But she is right about everything. I do need to reflect on the whole lot: Lucy, Randy, Allen, our marriage, their betrayal, my own fault in all of this, my love for Leslie. We court martial that rat bastard Randy before dawn and then…I start my new project. I know what has to be done and only I can do it, taking only Gunther and Gallows with me. This may take a couple of weeks to complete, but she did tell me to take my time to reflect, right?

I will take that time. And at the end of it, one thing is for sure: Leslie McLean is the love of my life and I will marry her as soon as I am able to get her down the aisle. I will not allow any more time to be robbed from us ever again. She is no revenge fuck or anything less than the woman I love and treasure. She will be the Queen of Scotland; she has been the queen of my heart all along. I will cherish her as my wife and make lots of beautiful babies with her.

I press a kiss to her door and, before I depart to go back to that cold and lonely bed, wishing that her beautiful body was snuggled up to mine, I whisper, "My Sweet, there is one thing that I don't have to think about. I have never been more confident in anything before. Leslie Catriona McLean, please hear me when I say that I have loved you my entire life as you have loved me, and I always will."