Chapter 8
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Marshall
6 months...
It's been 6 long painful months and I am no where near closure.
I dream about Celine every night and I see her almost every where I go.
She has become the ghost that haunted me.
My father finally decided to arrange a marriage for me with his business partners daughter.
Lee-Ann Sanders
He father was also a drug lord and if we got married it would united two of the most powerful drug rings in the world.
I met her a few times and honestly she was beautiful and kind she had brown hair and hazel eyes.
She was 20 years old and had numerous clubs.
But unlike my Celine she wasn't what I wanted.
She wasn't nearly as good as Celine in bed and she definitely didn't turn me on as easily as Celine did.
Unfortunately I compared everything about her to Celine but in the end I had no further say in this marriage.
I had to marry her, unless Celine returned to me and I knew that would be impossible.
My father gave me only that way out of this.
So here I was in Spain, drunk and high and just enjoying the view from the club balcony when my phone rang.
Max.
Yeah we kept in contact.
"Hi buddy... Hows it going.."
I asked.
There was a long silence.
"Max... Can you hear me..?"
Finally I heard him breathing.
"Yes, I'm here... Are you high again?"
He asked and the irritation is evident in his voice.
He knew how hard it's been for me to get over Celine and he has tierd time and time again to make me stop but I had no motivation to stop so.
"Yeah.... What's up..?"
I asked.
"Marshall ... I wanted to tell you something very important but I guess you have already given up so you know what, f**k it... I will handle it myself..."
He said than dropped the call.
O well guess it's not so important than.
Lee-Ann came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist.
I turned around and saw someone familiar.
Celine.
I took another look and realized it wasn't Celine but Lee-Ann.
She had colored her hair.
It was now the same shade as Celine's.
I pushed her a little back.
"What don't you like my new hair color... I thought you had a thing for blondes.."
She had seen many pictures of Celine and me on my laptop and I guess she also understood why I wasn't able to accept her comply, but trying to replace Celine only made my blood boil.
" No you are wrong my dear.. "
I grabbed hwr throat.
" I have a thing for only one blonde in particular... So unless you are her, don't try and change for me... Its a waste of time.."
I said and let go of her before heading down stairs.
I hated the way I treated her because no woman deserves to be treated like that but I couldn't allow anyone to try and take the part of me that belongs to Celine, which unfortunately was all of me.
My heart and soul was bonded to her.
I left the club and went home.
My apartment was empty except for the walls that were full of pictures of me and Celine.
No one ever came here, this was the only place that was off limits to everyone including my family.
I walked to the shower and opened the tap to the cold side.
I have to sober up, I have a meeting with a supplier from Afghanistan in less than an hour.
After showering I opened walked into my room and took out my suite and got dressed.
I took out my favorite watch.
The one Celine gave me on my birthday.
Its like my lucky charm.
Once I was ready I walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge, it was empty except for a few bottles of water.
I grabbed one and headed out the door.
I was driving when my conversations with Max from earlier came to mind.
What was so important he was actually PISSED at me for being high...
Was it so important I needed to be sober to fully understand it?
O well I will call him in a few days.
Maybe by than it would be less important.
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