Hello, my loves! I'm back with another chapter! Looks like Karrion got caught with his pants down. HeeHee! As always, so much love to my girls ClaymoreQueen6176, GoldenGirl1920, wwechristina and HavenMoon1369 for your continued support and reviews. And thank you to anyone that has enjoyed my writing and favorited this or any of my stories. Your support means the world to me!

Ok, time to buckle up. This one is a doozy. Take a breath, cross your legs and enjoy!

* I do not own the rights to WWE characters, and they own themselves as people. I own the rights to the Leslie character and to the intellectual property I had written for another story. *

Karrion POV

Fuck! My head is pounding! I've had to shepard the stupid Irish twat King around all morning. What the fuck happened last night? I was gonna fuck Leslie. I remember talking to her right after dinner. Next thing I knew I wake up this morning butt ass naked in the middle of the hallway with the bitch handmaidens laughing at me! I can't remember a damn thing!

Either way I'm about to snap. I haven't fucked Scarlett in almost two weeks and it's driving me crazier by the minute. I get the feeling she's avoiding me. Fucking Drew and Leslie almost catching us really got to her. It's their fault for being nosy as hell! If they had minded their own business, she'd be riding my dick right now!

Although, I have noticed no sickening squealing coming from Drew's bedchamber recently. I guess he's not getting the job done. Good! None will ever fuck her as good as me! I have to have her. I should have been fucking her constantly with Drew preoccupied by Leslie. If I don't have her soon, someone will fucking pay.

I've excused myself from King Ginger Prick and I'm heading to the stables for some fresh air. Maybe a little whipping of those horses my cool me off some. I will have Scarlett whatever the cost. This evening, Leslie has requested some stupid meeting of everyone in the household. Fucking harpy! But this is the perfect chance to at least look at her and remind her who the damn man is. But Leslie…why the fuck can't I remember last night?

I stalk over to the wall to grab the riding crop… Wait, what's that noise and where is it coming from? Sounds like it's in the upstairs loft. Sounds like someone's getting good and fucked. The girl sounds familiar. I'm sure I've fucked her before Hmm, maybe they would want a threesome. I sneak up the wooden ladder and quietly raise the floor door up to get myself a peak.

The fuck! Scarlett! Oh, that fucking WHORE! She riding that little bastard stable bastard! She's throwing that bimbo head of hers back in pleasure as she grinds all over his cock. She's moaning and screaming HIS name!

He sits up and starts sucking on those beautiful tits (MY TITS) as she yells, "Oh shit, AJ! I love you! I fucking love you so much!"

He's thrusting up to meet hers and he's grunting like a fucking pig, "I love you, Scarlett! You're mine, babydoll!"

I can't watch no more of this shit. I shut the door and slowly descend the ladder in disbelief. That fucking CUNT! I swear to Christ, I'm gonna kill them both! Just wait until I torture that little dick fucker! I'll make his death slow and painful as fucking possible and I'll goddamn make her watch! Oh, they will both pay for this shit!

Wait, wait. I need to cool down. This… I have to inwardly chuckle. I can completely use this to my advantage. That bitch will fuck me tonight, and every night after, or I'll expose this little affair to Drew. Yeah, I'll hold this little nugget of fact over her head and she will do what I tell her to do, or not only will I tell Drew, I'll kill AJ.

Maybe I'll go ahead and enact my plan to kill Drew too. I guess who dies and who doesn't will depend on how pliable she is with me. That dumb fuck peasant boy messed with the wrong man. I need to leave and get ready for tonight. Well, maybe one good whip of Scarlett's horse before…

Drew POV

I'm riding to the falls with Leslie by my side. We are not racing this time either. I have to grin knowing that there is no way in hell I'll ever beat her in a horserace. For once, we're both strangely quiet. Honestly, my mind is too preoccupied to speak right now.

Scarlett and I still have not had sex since the night Sheamus (and more importantly Leslie) arrived at Castle McIntyre. She is always asleep when I come to bed. I feel like she is withholding her affections from me. But it is very hypocritical of me to think about this as I am doing the same to her.

I feel guilty for thinking this, but right now, I am more upset that Leslie only has another four days before she leaves for Ireland than Scarlett not wanting to fuck me. I know in my heart of hearts that I no longer desire, nor do I love Scarlett. Leslie is the one I need and love, and I am dreading that day when she possibly returns to Ireland with Sheamus.

I can't fucking stand the thought of her walking out of my again. My heart would splinter into pieces and I can't bear the idea going back to life without that beautiful soul filling my hours. I have to figure out a way to make her stay! What are these conditions that can be met so she will remain in Scotland, damn it? To hell my marriage! I can't lose Leslie again! My mind drifts back to that awful day, the day I lost my true love for what I thought was forever:

"What?! The McLeans are leaving Scotland? They're moving to Ireland? No! They can't leave!"

I am 18 years old and preparing to ascend to the throne as King of Scotland once my father advocates due to age or passes away. My dear mother, Queen Angela, is starting to show signs of a mysterious illness and this is weighing on my mind. But right now, all I care about is finding Leslie. I have just been told that her family has picked up and left the kingdom.

My father, King Duncan McIntyre, nods but is firm, "I'm sorry, son. I know you're upset, but it is true. Graeme informed me that he and his family are leaving today."

I shake my head violently, then turn to Karrion, "No! I won't allow it! I need Leslie here! Did you know anything about this?"

Karrion shrugs and puts his hand on my shoulder, "No. I just found out too. Look, I know you'll miss Leslie. I will too. But you have a duty as future king to worry about." I look at my mother and all she can do is look down with tears in her eyes.

Angry and sad, I lash out at both of them, "No! Fuck my duty! I don't give a toss about being king! I need to find Leslie! I need to tell her! I can't let her leave without saying…"

My voice trails off because I hear a faint voice crying out my name over and over. It's getting louder. It sounds like crying and begging. Oh god! "LESLIE! She's crying for me!"

I bolt from the hall and run out the door, choosing to ignore the demanding protests of Karrion and my dad. I hear Leslie screaming my name even louder. I shout as loud as I can, "LESLIE! Where are you? I'm coming for you! I'll find you, my Sweet!"

I run to the stables to get my horse. I have to catch up to her! I have to tell her I love her with all my heart and soul. She has to know that I've loved her since the day we met and that I want her to be my Queen! I want to marry her and make lots of princes and princesses with her! She is the only girl for me!

But at the stables, I am met by my father and Karrion. I try to get by them but they stop me, with my father saying, "Drew, stop this. They are gone. I'm sorry but you have to stay here."

I try like the devil to push back at them, "No, goddamn it! Get out of my fucking way! I heard her crying for me! She needs me and I need her!"

Karrion grabs me by my shoulders and yells, "Damn it, Drew! Stop it! You heard nothing! We didn't hear a thing because it's too late! They're gone. She's gone. Drew, I'm sorry. But you didn't hear her. It was your imagination. Leslie is gone."

Karrion pulls me into a hug I'm fighting, exchanging looks with my father. I start to cry and eventually collapse into his arms. I sob, "No! She can't be gone! She's my best friend! I need to tell her! You don't understand!"

Later that night, I look up at the stars from my bedchamber, wondering if my beautiful Leslie is looking at those same stars in the sky. My father told me earlier tonight that, in a couple of years, it has been arranged that will be marrying Princess Genevieve when she comes of age. I do not want this! I'm sure she's a nice girl, but I don't want her! I would gladly give up this kingdom just to be with Leslie. No woman will ever hold my heart but my Sweet.

Just then, I see a shooting star dart across the dark sky. I have never held such superstition like Leslie. She always believed that wishing on a falling star made your greatest wish come true. But I am willing to give it a shot if it means getting back the girl of my dreams.

I shut my eyes and hope that my prayer somehow makes it to Leslie's heart, "My Sweet, I love you so much. I'm sorry that I never told you. But please, find your way back to me, Leslie. Find your way home to Scotland and to me, my Sweet…"

Leslie POV

Drew is being very quiet on this ride. But then again, so am I. We're not having our normal race to the falls. Drew has pretty much given up on trying to beat me at this point. This victory should make me smile, but today, I feel solemn and sad. Not only have I not been able to catch those two whoring pieces of shit in the act yet (but I still have time), but I can feel my heart breaking already.

I'm supposed to leave Scotland in four days to go back to Ireland and resume my normal life, whatever the hell that means now. Nothing I do in Ireland will ever feel ordinary again after being with Drew. We have grown even closer in this time than when we were kids. And my love and desire for him has only gotten stronger. I never want to be without him again. I try not to tear up as I recollect about the last time I had to leave the only man that will ever hold my heart:

"Father, no! Why? Why do we have to leave Scotland? I don't want to go! Mother, please! We can't leave!"

My father is explaining things to me…something about duty…Ireland…I really don't give a toss about this shit! All I can hear is the shattering of my heart. I'm leaving my precious home by the waterfalls, the only home I've ever known. I love the kingdom of Scotland so much. I don't want to live in Ireland! But more important, I can't leave Karrion…and DREW! No! I can't leave him! I love him!

"Drew! DREW! Please come find me!"

My cries for him grow louder and I'm choking on my sobs as we ride close by his castle one last time. I am screaming his name as loud as humanly possible, much to the chagrin of my parents. But I don't care. Drew needs to hear me! I keep my head turned towards the castle, and I cry out his name louder and louder as the castle fades into the distance, praying that I will see my true love come for me.

But he doesn't. My wails fall on deaf ears. Drew didn't hear me. I may never see Drew McIntyre or hear that heart melting voice call me 'My Sweet' again, and that thought has just ripped my heart apart. I turn my head back forward and my tears flow even harder. I never got to tell him goodbye. More importantly, I never got to tell him how I truly felt for him. How much I love him. I curse at my father for making me leave, but all he does is look ahead, focusing on the road to the boats.

The only thing he says to me is, "One day you will understand, my dear Lass."

Later that evening as we travel on the boat from Scotland to Ireland, I am in my cabin looking out the window. I gaze up at the sky after watching the moon dance on the dark water. I see a falling star and I quickly make a wish.

I close my eyes tight and hope against hope that Drew hears my prayer, "Drew, I love you with all my heart and soul and I always will. Please hear me, my love…please hear…"

"Sweet, you look like you're a million miles away. Is everything alright?" I am snapped back into the present by Drew's soothing voice as we arrived at the waterfalls.

I jump a little as I respond, "Oh! I'm sorry. I was just remembering something. I know you're not used to me actually being quiet. I apologize if I'm not very good company today."

Drew helps me off my horse and says as he takes the horses to the loch's edge for water, "You're always great company, Sweet. The best I've ever had actually. Too bad it could all be coming to an end soon."

I noticed the far away and sad look in his blue eyes as he gazes at the waterfalls. I walk up beside him and wrap my arms around his right one. Oh god, I feel his bulging muscles and the heat coming off his skin. I inhale his scent through my nostrils. That manly musk is almost too much for me to handle.

I struggle to keep my composure and not cry when I say, "I do love Ireland. It's been good to me, as has King Sheamus. But I don't want to leave Scotland…or you."

Drew looks down at me with a desperate look and I can hear his faint exhale of breath. The look in his eyes is also that of longing and want. It is clear that Drew desires me, but that is not the same as love. I cannot give into my feelings until I know he loves me. That what he feels for me is way beyond physical or the idea of having me in his bed.

And unless I can expose that goddamn whoring wife that he has pledged his love to, it's not going to happen. I have to stay strong in my resolve on this, but it is getting harder by the second to resist the temptation of this incredible man!

Before we both do something we regret later and to lighten the mood, I turn around to face the old forest behind us and recall, "Do you remember how we were always convinced this place was haunted? I remember when we would go into these woods and play hide and go seek."

Drew chuckles "Oh yes! I remember. You used to hide behind trees and make those loud ghoul sounds. You always scared Karrion so bad, he'd shite his kilt."

I laugh at this memory, "Well, that wasn't a hard thing to accomplish. That dolt was always so easily duped. I have a brilliant idea. Let's play hide and seek now. Unless of course, you're also scared of all the ghosts in the spooky forest. Oooooohhhhhh!"

Drew narrows his eyes and smirks (Christ almighty, is there any way this man can look at me and I not want to cum all over myself?) He turns around and puts his hands over his eyes, "One! Two! Three!..."

I run into the forest a little way and find a large oak tree to get behind, resting my back against it. My breaths are so heav, and my heart is pounding, and I'm sure it's not from the sprinting through the forest. Jesus, is this déjà vu or what!

That man makes my knees weak! I don't know how much longer I can take being this close to Drew and not shout to the kingdom how much I want him. I swear I may just give in to him when he tries to kiss me again.

I hear him shout, "Ready or not, my Sweet! Here I come!

I turn my head to the side to see if I can spot him so I can round the tree to make sure he won't see me. I turn my head back straight forward and that damn sexy Scottish devil is standing right in front of me! That sexy stance with his arms folding only making his arms and chest look more muscular. Fuck me! He has a leering gleam in his eyes that causes a pool inside my loins.

I yelp with a jump, "Jesus Christ, Drew! You made no noise! How in the hell do you find me so quickly?"

Drew steps closer and puts his hands on the tree at both sides of my head. He leans in and whispers with that gruff, sexy voice, "There is nowhere you can hide that I won't find you, my Sweet. I can promise you that."

My breathing just became erratic again. My body is betraying me. My nipples are hardening like stones, and I lick my lips. Oh fuck, why does he have to be so close to me? I have to find a way to break this tension, and fast!

I become defiant and proclaim, "Now, McIntyre. We both know you're a mighty hunter. But let's face it. Whether on horse or foot, you can never…CATCH ME!"

I dip under his arm and sprint towards the woods' edge, picking up my skirt and laughing as I make a break for the falls. I hear Drew chuckle with mirth, "You little minx!" I make it out to the grassy meadow by the falls. As I slow down, those mighty, strong arms lift me up from behind and spin me around.

I squeal with delight, and he roars, "I caught you that time, Sweet."

We break into a fit of laughter as Drew's feet get tangled up in themselves and we tumble to the ground. I fall on my back hard and Drew lands on top of me. I groan from the feel of his weight and his amusement immediately dies.

A world of worry etches on that beautiful bearded face, "Sweet, oh my god! I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you? I'll never forgive myself if I did!"

Immediately, I reach up to cradle his face in my hands to soothe him and ease his fears, "No! Drew, I'm not hurt. I'm fine."

His hand, ever so gentle and soft, cups my left cheek and without thinking, I place a kiss in the middle of his palm. But that's when I realize his face is oh so close, his mouth is hovering just over mine. I can feel that warm, sweet breath on my skin. Those blue orbs that gives me shivers are glazed over with hunger and passion.

And it finally happens: the kiss I have been dying for my entire life! Oh, fuck me, it does not disappoint! Drew's soft lips gently caress mine and I am convinced that this must be what it feels like to be in heaven.

My fingers reach around and tangle in that beautiful mane of jet-black hair as I urge him to deepen the kiss. And he does. His tip of his tongue traces my lower lip as if asking me for permission to invade. I have never been kissed like this by any man before, and I will never want another man to touch my lips again. I allow this beautiful assault by the King of my heart.

His tongue slips past my teeth and tangles with mine. I am helpless to resist him as the hand that had cupped my cheek drifts down my arm, now rubbing me slowly up my side. The kiss grows more urgent and passionate by the second as that hand settles on the side of my breast. I moan into his mouth as his thumb grazes, then gently caresses my already hardened nipple.

I am so swept away by this moment that I don't discover that he is nestled between my already wide spread thighs until that moment. As the kiss becomes even more heated and sensual, I feel his desire hard and pulsing against my belly. Oh, my fucking god! I can tell how large his cock is, feeling the outline with only his kilt and my dress between me and the object I crave.

Just on pure desire, I buck my hips against his erection. Drew's other hand finds its way up under my skirt, and I am powerless to stop him from doing this, thanks to this kiss and my eternal love for this man.

I feel his soft but demanding fingers slide up the inside of my thigh and find my already damp folds. I shudder with anticipation of his next move. His fingertip starts to circle my tiny nub and I am already coming undone on his hand. His finger slips gently inside me, touching and stroking that soft and sensitive spot. I moan into his mouth as I cum like a river all over his fingers.

Drew breaks from the kiss, his own breath ragged, and he groans out, "I want you, my Sweet! Oh god, I need you! I…"

Drew's fumbling hand starts hastily pulling up my skirt and trying to undo his kilt. Oh no! Not like this! It can't happen like this!

I manage to push him off me (Goddamn, that chest is like a brick wall and I want it bare so bad!) and scurry up off the ground, smoothing my skirt down and hating myself for halting what felt so incredible. Drew is stunned, still sitting on the ground as I panic and pace.

No! I will NOT be a harlot like Scarlett! I will not have the thought of him thinking of her when he's fucking me! If I allow this to happen, I am no better than her and Karrion! My plan will be ruined if I give into him, but goddamn do I want to! I can't do this!

Drew rises quickly to his feet and a look of dread crosses his face. He pleads with me, yet with longing in his trembling voice, "Leslie, my Sweet, please forgive me. I'm so sorry if I offended you."

I have to fight every urge within me not to run back into his arms and let him ravage me and taking what is rightfully his. I don't even look back at him as I manage to breathe out with my voice shaking, "There's nothing to forgive. I want you more than you will ever know. But Drew, we can't do this again. You are a married man. You love your wife and I will not be a homewrecking whore. I refuse to be treated like that trollop we caught Karrion with that day! (Damn right I took the chance to get that dig in!) You need to think about the bigger picture. Your kingdom. Your duty to the people you serve. You could have the future King of Scotland on the way right now as we speak. (Now here come the tears at the wretched thought of that unfaithful twat being pregnant with the child of the man I love!) And I'm so sorry. Drew, I want what was gonna happen so bad, but I can't do this!"

I sprint to my horse while the tears burst from my eyes. I can hear Drew desperately calling for me, "Leslie, please don't leave! Did you say you want me too?"

But if I don't get away from him now, I will make love to him by the waterfall (goddamn it, why did I put that idea in my own head?), and I cannot allow this to happen while he is married to Scarlett. But I will NEVER regret that kiss and everything else as long as I live.

And his touch! I had paradise for a brief shining moment. Oh god, the memory of his finger inside me is gonna make me wet all over again! That sweet moment may be all I ever get with him in this life, but I will treasure it in my heart and memories always!

I quickly mount my horse. I don't even dare look back at him because if I do, I will fuck that man with all the love and passion I hold in my body for him. My horse and I take off at a racing gait. I have to get back to the castle. It's time for the meeting, and I can't be concerned with my own libido when there is a job to do: taking down that viper tongued manwhore and Drew's fucking slut of a wife.

Drew POV

I mount on my horse and I am flying as fast as he can go to catch up with Leslie. Goddamn it, I'm so stupid! Why did I nearly cheat on my wife? Scarlett has done nothing but be good to me and I reward her by nearly fucking my best friend! I accused her of lusting for Karrion and I do this to her. But even in this guilt, I may have done something worse. I may have pushed Leslie away for good! Damn it, Drew! You dumbass!

But fuck me! That kiss! That amazing kiss I had waited to give Leslie my entire life and it wasn't how I envisioned it…it was even fucking better! Shit, that woman knows how to use her mouth! She said she wants me! Damn it, she was right to stop what we were getting ready to do. If we had continued down that road, it could never be undone. I was ready to fuck her by that waterfall in any and every position possible until there was not a shred of strength left in either of our bodies.

But did it feel so goddamn right! I finally got to cup those magnificent huge tits in my hand. I wanted nothing more than to yank and tear the bodice of that dress until my mouth was all over those gigantic things! Put the tip of my tongue on that nipple and suckle until she screamed my name.

And…that touch. I felt heaven and her honey flow on my fingertips. I can smell her now and I am drunk in love on that aroma. She was already wet and ready for me. I can only imagine how that sweet pussy feels clinching my cock inside that heat!

Goddamn it, I meant what I said! I want you, Sweet! And now, I know it's a mutual feeling. You want me too! I love you so much and I need that fucking incredible body under me now! Damn it, I can't get a hard cock now on this rough ride back to the castle. I must catch up to Leslie and apologize. I can't lose her now!

Leslie POV

I dismount Piper after the fastest ride of my life. I am panicked, shaking and ready to burst into tears. I can't believe that happened! I let Drew kiss me. Oh god, those lips are softer than I imagined! I let him touch me. Oh Christ! I can still feel his finger inside me! But more than that, I almost let him make love to me and I confessed that I want him.

How could I be so fucking stupid? I can't take it back. It's out there now and goddamn it, I don't want to! It's the damn truth! I want him more than anything in this world and I almost had him! All of this stupid pretending to give a damn about his farce of a fucking marriage with him was draining as hell to my soul and I'm through with that!

Speaking of (oh great, the last fucking person I need to see right now!), Scarlett is running out of the stable, looking flushed and breathless herself. She must've just come from a ride, like I give a shit. She greets me with a strange plastered on smile, "Leslie! So happy to see you back…this early."

I nod, still disturbed by nearly fucking her husband into oblivion, and say, "Aye. I came back early due to the household meeting I called for this evening."

Her face shows concern for me and asks, "Leslie, are you alright? Oh Jesus, you're trembling! And your face looks like your very upset. What is wrong?"

Yes, Scarlett. Something is wrong. I almost fucked the shit out of your husband and made him mine. But I need to catch your whoring ass before I can do that. But otherwise, I'm just great! Thanks!

I wave my hand and reassure her, "I promise you I'm fine. I'm just out of breath from my ride. But actually…" I spy Piper's hind quarters and yell, "Allen! Please come here!"

Allen comes from the stables. He is shirtless and sweaty. His eyes are shifting from left to right. I'm eyeing him and Scarlett exchanging strange looks at each other. They both looks antsy. What the hell is going on? Did I interrupt something?

He comes to me and says, "Yes, Miss Leslie. Can I attend to your horse?

I say, "Yes. No need to stand on ceremony with me. Just Leslie is fine. But there are fresh marks on her again. These look terrible with open wounds and they started bleeding on the ride back. Have you been able to find the cause of these?"

He shakes his head, "No ma'am. I've kept my eye out, but I've seen nothing. I had to treat Scarlett's horse earlier as well. I'll get the homemade balm you made for me and help her now."

I nod in approval as I pet Piper lovingly on the head. Yet again, I notice Allen and Scarlett exchanging glances at each other as he takes Piper's reigns. But then, Allen drops his head, turns around and leads the horse into her stall as Drew rides up and dismounts. His eyes go directly to mine, and I am completely lost in my love for him and I am frozen to the spot.

He doesn't even notice Scarlett is standing next to me, giving me a longing look and mouthing, "My Sweet."

But my heart plummets and shatters when Scarlett runs to him and shouts, "Drew! Darling!"

She throws her arms around him and kisses him, and I have to hold in my sobs, but I'm sure my heartbreak is evident on my face. After what we just shared, after the confessions of wanting each other, and after nearly finally making love to me, he's still in love with this cheating piece of shit. I can't hate myself any more than I do right now! I have to get out of here so I can cry my eyes out and get it out of my system before I have to face them both again at the meeting!

Drew POV

What the hell is this? Why is Scarlett kissing me? After these last two weeks of showing zero affection, she ran to me like she missed me. But this kiss… It's cold and emotionless. And it feels forced as hell. It's nothing like the heaven I had on my lips earlier kissing my Sweet. I'm trying to play it off like I want this half-hearted bullshit, but I don't.

I noticed Allen poking his head out from the stables and taking Devil from me. He's giving me a weird look as he leads my horse into his stall. Not sure what that's about. But then I get a glimpse at the pain etched on the most beautiful face in the world and I am compelled to break this farce of a kiss.

I want to run to Leslie and take her in my arms, but she quickly gathers her skirt in her hands and says in a quivering voice, "Excuse me, but I need to get freshened up before the meeting."

Scarlett notices Leslie's hasty exit and asks, "Drew, is everything is OK with Leslie? She looked very distressed when she arrived."

I give a slight smile and reassure her, "Everything is fine as far as I know, Scarlett. Let's go to the hall and wait for her to start the meeting."

I'm sure my response came across as frigid as the kiss she just laid on me, but right at this moment, I really don't care. As I put my arm around her to lead her to the door, I am beyond troubled. If I pushed my Sweet away, either with my actions earlier or with Scarlett's strange cold fish kiss, I will never forgive myself.

Leslie POV

Everyone is gathered in the banquet hall, including Sheamus and our court. I see that damn scoundrel, Ridge Holland, leering and ogling at me. Ugh! I can tell he's already drunk to the brim as well. Ridge defected from the British Army to Ireland and joined Sheamus' court about five years ago. We do have a history. I once nearly gave into his charms, if you want to call them that.

He caught me in a very vulnerable moment right after my father died and talked his way under my skirt to eat me out. I won't lie, he's not too bad. Pretty good, actually. I returned the favor by giving him the best blowjob he's ever had. But it was a huge mistake I regret immensely. That was two years ago and he has been on me wanting even more since. Tough shit!

But more than that, I feel those beautiful blue eyes of my true love trained on me. He may not know how deeply I have always loved him, but he now knows now that I want him. After what we just shared, that kiss, that touch! Seeing him kiss that fucking lying bitch gutted me! It was all I could do to not just confront her in that moment. It was all could do not to burst into tears too. I still feel like doing just that.

I sense the longing in Drew's gaze, but I can't afford to acknowledge it or react like I want to. To settle myself down, I get down to business and let everyone know that it's King Sheamus' birthday tomorrow and we are to throw him one hell of a party tomorrow night!

Sheamus waves his hands as everyone claps, "Lass, no! That's not necessary!

I interject, "Yes, it is! We always throw a huge bash for you at Castle O'Shaunessy every year on your birthday and this will be no different. Unless King McIntyre has any objections."

I look at him then and his eyes almost betray us both. His lust and yearning feel like fire on my skin, branding me as his forever. I struggle not to cry as we look at each other, knowing what happened between us earlier today.

However, to save us both, Drew quickly switches back to his normal self and says "None at all. What's your age now, you old bastard? I believe when we first met, I was nineteen and you were forty-seven."

The gang except Karrion (joyless shit!) laugh at this joke. Of course, he's ogling at Scarlett. Even after trying to drug and rape me! Bastard!

Sheamus shakes his fist, "I swear one day, McIntyre…"

Scarlett offers up with a huge smile on her cheating face and practically squeals, "Leslie, if it's alright with you, I'd love to spend the day with you getting ready for the party! Would that be OK with you?"

I'd rather crawl naked over glass and fire than be in your presence, bitch! I respond, "Sure! That would be wonderful. We'll meet here in the hall tomorrow morning. OK everyone, go! Don't you have jobs to do? Scoot!"

I wrap up the meeting, talking to Otis, giving him a list of Sheamus' favorite meals and instructing him to make sure mead and wine is fully stocked. Christ knows I'm going to need an ample supply for myself tomorrow!

I feel Drew's presence speeding up to talk to me and I brace myself, hoping I don't jump in his arms in front of everyone. But before he can get to me, Ridge blocks him out and stumbles in front of me. Damn it, I can smell how drunk he is!

He slurs his words and speaks loud enough that I'm pretty sure Drew has heard him unfortunately, "Leslie, my wanton sex goddess! Fuck, you get more erotic every day. When are you gonna let me dip into that honeypot you got down there between those fucking sexy thighs?"

I am flushed and embarrassed, especially after seeing Drew's face, which has gone from stricken to homicidal rage in no time at all. I have to get out of here! I see Karrion sauntering out of the hall and I need to ask him a legitimate question.

I push Ridge out of my way, "Go sleep it off, Holland! Sot!" I break into a run to catch up with Karrion as Ridge stumbles out of the other door, both of us leaving Drew to seethe in what looks like jealous anger.

Drew POV

I am quietly following that motherfucker Ridge down the corridors of the castle. I heard what that son of a bitch said! Something definitely went on between him and Leslie and I will goddamn find out what the fuck it was! I have this horrible sinking feeling he has touched my Sweet in some way!

Yes, I know I'm being a goddamn hypocrite as I have been no pious angel the entire time we've been apart. But that fact is doing nothing to calm the blind rage I am experiencing as I think about that slimy git putting his disgusting hands and dick anywhere near my girl! I had pilfered Sheamus' shillelagh from the banquet hall and I am holding it tight in my right hand.

I'm waiting for the right time to strike when I hear Ridge mumble out in his drunken stupor, "Oh my dear fuckable Leslie. I will spread those fucking legs and finally bury my cock inside you, honey. It's only a matter of time. I can't wait to finally fuck you raw, princess! I already know how hot your mouth feels…"

I don't let that fuck finish that sickening sentence. I rush up behind and swing the shillelagh, the knob end striking that fuck on the back of the head. Goddamn, that felt good! I hope I cracked his fucking skull wide open!

I bend down and whisper to him as he's laid out cold on his stomach on the stone hallway floor, "You limey motherfucker! If you so much as even think about touching or looking at Leslie again, I'll chop your fucking balls off with my Claymore."

I call for my two favorite guards, Gunther and Gallows and order them, "Guys, please come pick up Mr. Holland and put him in his bed. He just fell over. Too much mead, I fear."

Leslie POV

I finally catch up with Karrion and call out to him, praying that he really doesn't remember a thing about the night before, "Karrion Keith. Just the lover boy I'm looking for!"

I cannot resist a good dig at him, even after that recent heated exchange. I try not to snicker as Karrion looks like he's in no mood for conversation (Aw, are you not getting some from your whore? Poor little scumbag!).

He impatiently turns arounds, "Leslie, I don't have time or patience for your bullshit digs at me. Do you have a purpose for this waste of my time?"

Oh, did I hit a nerve? GOOD!

I hold my hands ups, "What the hell? You know, you used to be able to take my jokes once. I thought we were best friends too. You don't have to bite my damn head off every time I talk to you, you know."

I'll never be friends with you again after what you two have done to Drew. Bastard!

Karrion rakes his hand through his greasy brown hair, "Sorry. I'm…really sorry. I just…I have a lot on my mind." I'm sure you do! "Forgive me?" NEVER!

I play it off coolly, "It's fine. I just have a quick question. Sheamus is looking for a certain battle armor Scotland used in the last skirmish with the Welsh. I remember from before I left Scotland that the old battlement tower used to have a surplus of this. Are there any pieces still up there?"

He shakes his head, "No. We cleared everything out of the tower except the catapult a while back."

I see Karrion's expression change from his normal constipation to devious bastard. He glances up at the tower, then rolls his eyes over to gawk at his trollop. Then, he grins, "Sorry I couldn't be more of help." He dares to kiss me in the top of my head. Gross, you fucking pig!

But before he leaves, he eyes me inquisitively and asks, "Leslie, you don't happen to remember anything from last night, do you? I can't recall anything after dinner."

I smirk, "If you're asking me if I know why you wound up stark naked in the hallway? The handmaidens do talk, you know. No, I don't. You had said you wanted to get a drink, but then you told me you weren't feeling well and walked out of the banquet hall. That's all I witnessed. Sorry I couldn't help you." He nods, dares to wink at me, and rushes off.

Karrion POV

Well, thank you Leslie! You and your smart ass mouth just gave me the best idea ever! As I look up at the battlement tower, I can't help but internally pat myself on the back. This plan is a stroke of genius, if I do have to say so myself. It's perfect!

Tomorrow during that pale Irish twat's birthday party, when the time is right, I'll steal Scarlett away and fuck her in the tower! And if she won't go with me willingly, I'll make sure she knows what I saw her doing today.

I'll hold that little stable boy fuck over her head and threaten to tell Drew all about it. And if that doesn't work… Well, it will if she knows what's good for her and Allen's health. I need her pussy so goddamn bad! I can't take it anymore!

That little whore has denied me for too goddamn long! I can't wait to pound that sweet shit! I'm gonna tear her up so bad, she'll never lay in McIntyre's bed again or want her little stable boy fuck toy! Bitch, you will be mine forever after tomorrow night or…I'll make sure you end up like poor Ginny.

Leslie POV

Oh, Karrion. So predictable. And so fucking stupid!

I run back to my chamber and shut the door, thanking the gods that I didn't run into Drew on the way. I am not prepared to resist him at this point. I brace my back against the door. This is it! It's happening tomorrow. I saw that dumb prick's face and beady eyes, and I know what that dense little mind is thinking. Give those two twats enough ropes and they'll hang themselves!

He's going to take Scarlett up to the old tower tomorrow during the party. I know how this vapid, sleazy, nasty mind works. I'll keep a watch on them. And when I see the two of them head go to the tower, I'll get Drew up there even if I have to drag him by his silky black hair! This affair and farce of a marriage ends tomorrow night!

I look in mirror as I undress and get ready for bed. I inhale and exhale loudly and I silently pray: Please forgive me if what you see tomorrow night breaks your heart, Drew. But I love you way too much to let this shit continue behind your back. If there is a God up there, please give me the strength to do this. For my native kingdom and for the man I love. For Scotland and Drew, those bitches go down tomorrow!