Chapter 3

(Adam Pov)

I walk inside the house after work and expect to smell food but I just smell bleach. The maids are cleaning Fallon's room up. I walk to my room expecting Fallon to ask me with a smile if I need a massage but nothing.

I ask for a snack and a maid comes in with wine and fruit.

I thought Fallon would come in with homemade crepes and homemade Macaroons with a glass of milk.

Insisting that I have dinner with her. I feel like having her pasta. She used to spend hours when I was in a bad mood and make pasta like My Mother used to.

I need fun. I call Sierra and she picks up after the first ring.

"Hey babe." She says sickeningly sweet in her hugh pitched voice.

"Where are you?" I say harshly.

"I'm out with some friends. I'll come back in an hour." She says.

"Come and cook something for me." I order her.

She snorts, "That's too hard and I don't know how too. Just call for take out or delivery." She says and hangs up on me.

What the f*ck? Fallon used to wait until I hung up.

I wait for Sierra in my study room.

I hear a knock and Sierra comes in. She flirtatiously giggle and sits on my lap. She puts a hand on my chin and moves my head to kiss her. I kiss her but I just think of Fallon.

Her tan skin and freckles. Her grey eyes and brown hair.

She never liked wearing tight clothes. She said she wasn't comfortable. She never looked attractive at all.

Always had her hair up never down.

Sierra realizes she's guiding the kiss and stops.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"Work." I half lie.

"Oh." She says uninterested.

"Didn't you do the project for your Dad's company and win millions of dollars for your Dad?" I ask.

She rolls her eyes and groans.

"What?" I ask.

"Honestly? You can't tell anyone." She tells me.

"What?" I ask interested.

She inspects her nails, "It wasn't me. It was Fallon. She was so stupid and naive to try to make me happy. So she showed me all her ideas and I showed them to Daddy." She says bored.

"All of them?" I ask trying to sound uninterested.

"Since we were 16." She says.

I look at her shocked. What the hell? I remember a few years ago, "Sierra" gave her Dad an idea and they won million and millions of dollars.

Sierra walks away to take a shower. I get an e-mail after a few minutes. My lawyer.

He says,

Mr. Sawyer, everything for the agreement is finished there's just a problem.

Look-

He sends me a screenshot of there conversation. That doesn't sound like her. But maybe she has changed.

The appointment is tomorrow. I will have the forms ready.

I answer. Okay.

I walk towards my room and realize Sierra is inside the shower. Sierra look at me flirtatiously and purposely gets my clothes wet.

"Oops your clothes is wet you should take it off." She says innocently.

I smirk at her and do as she says.

Lets just say we had our fun.

(Sebastian Pov)

In the morning before Natasha left she sent me the video and we copied it. We have a bunch of back ups just in case.

Natasha left and now it's just me and Fallon. She's stayed in her room and hasn't ate. My sister had to take care of some business so she's not here.

I grab her plate from a maid and take it. I walk towards her room. I knock and she yells to come in. She puts her phone down and I put the plate on her nightstand.

"I'm not hungry." She murmurs.

I nod, but I grab her phone and start looking over the pictures on her phone with Adam.

"Give it to me." She yelps.

In every single picture she has a lovey dovey smile while Adam looks into the camera uninterested. This is sad.

"Really, Fallon?" I say.

She hiccups and starts crying. I drop the phone on the bed and awkwardly hug her. I'm not used to crying girls unless I'm yelling at them.

She soaks up my suit. She stops after 15 minutes. Literally 15 minutes. She looks up at me.

Her eyes puffy red from crying. I look at my coat and it's all wet.

"Sorry." She mutters, embarrassed.

She grabs her phone and deletes all the pictures but stops and stares at one. I move my head an look at the picture. Her wedding. Adam looks so miserable. I was at the wedding.

"At least now I know where he was on our wedding night..." She mutter under her breath, I almost don't hear it.

"Has he ever done that... with you?" I ask her.

She snorts, "He never ever touched me. I once asked him he just looked at me in disgust. He said it was because of the way I dressed and looked but I didn't take it to heart." She says and slams her face on a pillow lying down.

It's true she always wear loose clothes which makes her look like she's pregnant.

She cries into the pillow.

"How about tomorrow we go out to a club and have fun?" I ask her trying to cheer her up.

She looks at me, "Sierra never let me go to clubs and told me that wearing loose clothes made me look better. My Stepmother said my figure was bad like My mothers so I stopped who I used to be to make my family happy." She says while her voice cracking.

Those b*tches. Fallon changed for her family. I give her an awkward hug again and Blair walks in.

She looks us over and nods. She snaps her fingers and a bunch of people come in. From stylists to make up artists to hair stylists. Pretty much everything. Maybe like 20 or more people. Blair grabs Fallon and literally drags her up.

People start walking to her luggage and throw everything away even her bra and underwear us ugly. They put plastic under a chair and sit her down. She struggles to get away but Blair grabs her and says something to her.

But whatever she says she calms down and lets people do there work. They cut her hair and start putting colors on it. I walk up to them and look at the paint labels. Ashy blonde hair.

All these people are professionals. She is going to look amazing.

She has light tanish skin.

While the Hair stylists wait for her hair. Make up stylists work on her make up. They go for nude colors and peachy colors.

Even without make up she is beautiful. Now I understand why Sierra did that. She felt threatened and she should be.

They do blank wings on her eyes. They curls her eyelashes and do her eyebrows.

The hair stylists walk towards her again and rinse her hair off. They start drying her hair with a blow dryer. They comb it down and make her hair wavy. She gets up and Stylists start running up to her and putting clothes in front of her and picking which ones look good and doesn't.

Many off the shoulder two-pieces. Skinny jeans black crop tops. A selection of heels and sneakers.

I see the Stylists getting frustrated.

I walk up them, "What's wrong?" I ask.

They pause, and they bow and tell me, "Everything looks good on Ms. Page. We don't know which ones to eliminate."

I smirk, I leave them to their suffering. She picks her favorite hoop earrings to dangling earrings to diamond earring. The make up stylists do her nails. They do white almond shaped nails and put silver rings all over her beautiful long fingers and paint her toenails glossy white.

They give her a yellow floral drawstring crop top with a matching mini skirt and put clear shiny lip gloss on her lips. They give her shiny black boot heels.

They give her a diamond tennis bracelet and they put on and a wide cuff diamond bracelet.

She goes to the bathroom to change after 6 minutes she comes out and DAMN!

Her breasts look like 38B or bigger. Her curves are beautiful not small nor too big and her a*s is big as well. Compared to her sister she's kinda flat and Sierra has surgery. She has such a small waist.

She looks in the full body mirror and gawks at herself. She looks at me and I send her a thumbs up. She just looks at the mirror some more.

"I really really love this." She says out loud and all the workers cheer.

They clean up and leave but she just stands there.

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