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door behind me.
    When I reached the top of the stairs, he yelled behind me, “Please let me explain Emily. It’s really not what it looks like,” he said now standing just a few feet away from me.
    I stop and turned my head to face him, “I have heard this before… ‘Let me explain’, ‘it’s not what it looks like or sounds like’, no more… No More!”
    “Just please give me a chance,” he pleaded, looking at me with what appeared to be pain in his eyes, the same eyes that I had ignored before, the same eyes that had thirsted for my body just a few hours ago.
    The tears I had tried so hard to hold at bay were now falling down, “Goodbye Julien,” I said as I hurried down the stairs and out of the door, cursing myself for letting him see me cry.

JULIEN
    It had been at least five minutes since Emily had stormed out of the house and I was stuck standing there, starring at the stairs where she’d stood. I couldn’t understand what had happened. Once minute I was setting up the table for breakfast and the next she was out the door.
    When I realized she had found out about Charlette, I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to explain to her that my marriage to Charlette was one of mere convenience but instead I looked a fool, standing th ere as she grabbed her things. I knew that I had really messed up by not telling her about the marriage arrangement I had with Charlette but I didn’t think there was much to tell.
    The pain and hurt I saw in her eyes broke me to pieces ; but why couldn’t she just give me a chance to explain? Surely if she had, she would understand that Charlette and I were only married on paper, just a formality so that our families would allow us to live the lives we wanted. Father was always shoving one wealthy woman after another toward me, telling me that it was in my best interest that I marry, and ensuring him that I would have an heir, a legacy to pass on. At the time, marriage and love was the furthest thing from my mind, and still is. So, when he introduced me to Charlette, I made her an offer which she gladly accepted.
    C harlette Delacroix inherited billions from her late father Armand, founder of Delacroix Vineyards. Her mother, Ella, wanted desperately for her daughter to marry someone that she deemed worthy of her, which was why she went to my father, asking if I would take her daughters hand.
    At first I detested the thought of being tied down to one woman, much less a woman that I hardly knew; but when I considered the benefits of not having my father worry himself sick about my lack of marital prospects, I decided that I would marry Charlette, but under my own terms.
    “I am sure that your mother has informed you of my father’s wishes,” I stated as I took my seat in my office chair after Charlette sat down across from my desk.
    “Yes she has, although I must admit that I was quite taken aback when she informed me that you had agreed. I know all too well about your reputation Mr. Belmont and marriage doesn’t suit you,” she said before gracefully standing to her feet and walking over to the bar.
    She was blunt and harsh but still managed to remain elegant, a quality I’m sure she had learned very well after taking on her father’s business. She was gorgeous in every way with long legs that seemed endless, her blond hair which danced as she moved and breasts that sat up at attention. I could have easily seen myself being with her, sexually of course, but nothing more.
    “Well, I may say that your ball busting reputation doesn’t quite scream marriage material as well,” I retorted, watching as she poured herself some brandy and made her way back to my desk.
    “So why agree Mr. Belmont?” she asked, eyeing me carefully.
    “I have a proposition for you,” I said as I rose to my feet, rounding the desk, and now standing in front of her.
    “Do tell…” she said as she sat back in her chair, starring up at me, clearly amused.
    She was cute , to say the least, but