#maybe she’s just naked or something. Blair you are an enigma
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Cordonian Nights Ch 2.
Next part of my Non- royal TRR AU, Cordonian Nights. This chapter is really just more setting up of the story. You can catch up here.
Disclaimer: I do not own Drake, Liam, Maxwell or Leo. Everyone else is my creation.
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Leo cracked two eggs over the frying pan, wincing a bit at the sound. His head throbbed with a hangover, to the overbearing edm sounds of club Enigma he was sure.
“Morning Rhys.” Ember grumbled, open the fridge as she entered the kitchen she shared with Leo and Allison.
“Mornin. So last night was kinda…”
He gestured with the spatula in his hand toward the couch where Maxwell was asleep in nothing but his boxer shorts.
“Why is he here? I thought you were taking him home, Leo.”
“He lost his keys.” Leo shrugged.
Ember rolled her eyes, pouring two cups coffee.
“Thanks, Em.” Allison yawned, reaching for one of the mugs.
“That was for,Max.” She said and Allison raised her hand defensively.
“Still making him coffee and breakfast?” Leo laughed.
“Look, the quicker he's caffeinated the quicker he's out of my hair. It's Sunday which means the Sins is closed. I shouldn't have to deal with him today.”
“Whatever you say, doll.” Leo quipped flipping the eggs in the pan.
Allison snaked her arm around his waist, planting a warm kiss to his bare shoulder blade. “I love it when you cook breakfast, baby.” She cooed.
Ember poured another cup of coffee adding in the cream and sugar that Maxwell preferred before making her way into the living room. She perched on the edge of the couch next to him, setting her mug on the coffee table.
“Max.” She said to no response.
“Max!” She yelled this time as he awoke with a startle.
“Huh- wha…? Oh hey Emmy.”
She raised an eyebrow and handed him the mug which he accepted gratefully, taking a sip.
He peered at her, sleep still in the corners of his eyes, over the rim of his coffee mug.
Once, not so long ago, the sight of her with her sleep-swollen eyes and lopsided sloppy bun had been his favorite part of his future.
Pulling the mug from his lips he surveyed her better. She wore a black tank top and black cotton boyshort style panties-her go to pjs. Maxwell's heart skipped a beat as he drank in the sight, her milky complexion seeming to glow against the dark fabric.
Not a day went by that he didn't miss her. Not that he didn't see Ember everyday, but he missed Emmy. His girl, by his side wearing his ring.
‘How did I screw things up so badly?’ he wondered, every cell in his body screaming at him to reach out and touch her.
Always one to act on impulse, for better or worse, he didn't fight the urge. Instead he reached out and gently caressed her bent knee.
“Thanks for last night. I really owe you one,Emmy.”
To his surprise, she didn't push him away, or even recoil from his touch. She simply closed her eyes, seeming to savor the feeling of his skin on hers once more the same way that he was.
“Don't ever ask me to do that again, ass-hat.” She told him, rising from the couch, grabbing her mug and sauntering towards her bedroom.
Maxwell watched her hips sway as she retreated from him. The slight bounce she always had, even first thing in the morning, causing her cheeks to shake just enough to excite him. Max adjusted himself and laid a throw pillow across his lap, reaching for last night's jeans.
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Liam awoke peacefully, breathing in the smell of citrus and hibiscus as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of Skylar's neck. Her warm, naked body was already pressed against his, but he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
“How did you sleep, sweetheart?” He whispered his lips brushing the smooth sensitive skin ever so slightly.
“Sssshhhh. Still sleeping.” She grumbled, although she tugged his arm tighter around her.
“Okay, well I'm going to start some coffee, meet me on the balcony when you're awake.” he chuckled, kissing her shoulder softly before heading to the kitchen.
Some time later Skylar emerged onto the balcony, coffee and cell phone in hand.
“Whitney just texted me and said her and the girls were planning to head over to the bridal boutique. Allison has a fitting and she wants us to look at bridesmaids dresses.”
“That sounds like fun. I'm supposed to meet Leo, Maxwell and Drake for lunch. I think we're going to shoot some pool.”
“Where's Ollie today?” Skylar asked, leaning next to Liam against the railing.
“ He's meeting with the realtor. But don't mention that to Blair. He still wants this to be a surprise.”
She nodded staring out in the distance.
Liam held his breath watching as the sunlight danced through her dark hair, the subtle Auburn highlights shimmering. He had never seen a woman so beautiful.
“Have dinner with me? After the pool hall and the boutique. Just you and I?” He asked, heart racing a mile a minute.
Skylar smiled. “I'd love too.”
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Allison stood in a pool of lace and tulle, the seamstress pilling here and pinning there.
The woman staring back at her was barreling full speed into a life as Mrs. Leonard Rhys. Seeing herself in the dress, her best friends cooing and giggling behind made the weight of her reality crash into her in a mixture of emotions she didn't quite know how to name, but my God she was ready for them.
Allison loved Leo more than her words could ever express. She loved him more than her actions could ever show, and as the seamstress proclaimed, “There. Let's add the veil to complete the look.” she couldn't help but think about how she'd started on this road what seemed like a million years ago.
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*6 years ago*
“Whitney! You're getting married!!!!” Skylar squealed racing up to their brunette friend outside of club Sapphire. Drake and Whitney had decided to have a combined doe and stag party.
“I know!!! Come on, I can't wait to introduce you guys to Drake's friends! I mean you already know Liam and Maxwell of course. But we've managed to rustle up a few others willing to call Drake their friend.” Whitney laughed as she hooked her arm in Skylar's striding into the club.
“Speaking of Maxwell, didn't Ember say she was riding in with him?” Allison asked scanning the parking lot for Max's car.
“Oh they're here, and they've already snuck off somewhere to...well they've been gone for quite awhile I'll put it that way.”
Blair and Allison exchanged glances as they linked arms smirking at one another.
The VIP booth they'd reserved for the night was on the upper level. At the top of the stairs was a tall man, at least 6’2” athletic build with blonde hair. His back was to them, but he spun abruptly crashing into Blair almost sending her backwards down the staircase. He reached out and caught her just in time.
“I'm sorry, doll. Didn't see you there.” He smiled.
Allison shoved his shoulder with all the force she could muster. “ Back off bub, you almost killed my friend.”
“Allie, it's okay. I'm fine.” Blair offered, but it was no use, Allison was already started.
“ You really should watch where you're going.” She barked, pointing at the man as she stepped protectively in front of her friend.
The man looked Allison up and down as he scoffed impressed with her take no shit demeanor.
“Hey Blair, hey Allie. I see you've met my brother.” Liam said coming up behind the man running his fingers through his raven locks.
“You could say that. He tried to throw Blair down the stairs.” Allison fumed.
“He said he was sorry. I'm Blair.” She began shaking the man's hand. “ My attack dog here is Allison.”
He released Blair's hand and reached for Allison's, but she didn't accept it. Instead she crossed her arms.
“I'm Leo Rhys. It's nice to meet you, Allison.”
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After the fitting Allison invited the girls for mimosas.
They settled onto the airy deck of the bistro, idly chatting while they waited for their drinks.
“You look like a girl who's got something on her mind.” Allison asked staring at Ember across the table.
“Yeah, babe. You've been preoccupied all day.” Sky agreed.
Ember shook her head. “This afternoon is about Allie. I'm fine. I'm sorry if I've seemed... distracted.” She bit her lip then smiled at the girls reassuringly.
“Just promise us,” Whitney said placing her hand over Ember's. “That you'll tell us when you're ready.”
“C'mon girl. You're not raining on my parade! We love you, you can tell us.” Allison prodded.
“Ember, we know you've been hurting, let us in so we can help you.” Blair offered and the girls nodded in agreement.
The waitress arrived with their drinks, placing a glass in front of each lady.
Ember's thoughts traveled to Max as she spun her glass, not removing it from the table. Before things had gotten so blurry between them, their wedding had been planned for just two weeks from now. This could've been her dress fitting and her paying for mimosas.
She missed him, sometimes so much that she allowed herself to think that maybe he missed her too; but the idea was silly. Maxwell had made his choice-was continuing to make it.
It was clear to Ember that Maxwell had never been as serious about their relationship as he had. Maybe she had even pressured him into proposing before he was ready without even realizing she had done it. How else could she explain his utter lack of disregard for the years they'd spent together?
Not even two weeks after the split Max had had another girl in his bed. How could he just let them go so easily?
Ember bit her lip, willing the tears forming behind her eyes not to fall. He heart ached with the pain of the truth. She'd loved Maxwell with everything she had, but to him he was just..what had she been to him?
“I think I'm ready.” She announced, the ladies falling silent turning their attention to her. “I wanna tell you guys what happened between me and Max.”
#cordonian nights AU#trr au#trr non-royal au#trr fan fic#trr leo#trr liam#trr maxwell#trr drake#whitney townes#allison morgan#ember madden#blair sawyer#skylar flores
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