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Ghosts Part 2 (CEO!Luke)

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Luke’s mile-long legs lay spread out on the floor as he leaned on the side of his desk and a slouched posture. Your favorite hard liquor laid in a bottle he had saved for your wedding sitting next to him. He was almost done with the Vodka bottle. He had the photo of you two kissing on your first anniversary when he took you to Rome in between his legs, tear drops scattered on the glass.

Luke wailed. He missed you. He missed the way your hand fit perfectly into his. That your smaller body fit just right in his arms. The three freckles that lined near the corner of your lower lip. Your laugh that made him feel like he was complete. He missed everything about you.

Luke picked up the alcohol, but just before he could remove the cap, he passed out.


C’mon, Y/N! It was just a petty fight! Are you really breaking up with me because of it?” Luke whined to you who was walking down the steps of your shared penthouse and towards the front door. You ignored him and strode past him wanting to leave. This was the second time in the three years that you had broken up. The first time was hard enough.

“Y/N!” he yelled as you shut the door. Luke groaned, feeling his soul be incomplete. This new feeling, this empty feeling made him feel sick. He you back, but didn’t know how to tell you.

“Y-Y/N-y?” Luke stuttered into the phone, nervous, using one of your various nicknames.

“L-Luk-ke?” you stuttered through your tears. Luke felt his heart break that he was the one who made you cry.

“Darling, come home,” he whispered. You were his home, he felt no need to call the empty house his home anymore without you in it. “Love, come back,”

“Lukey, I wanna come home…” you trailed.

“Then why don’t you?”

“This relationship, our relationship, is only you coming back from work only for me to be asleep and you leaving only for me to wake up alone. I don’t want that…”


Luke jumped awake at the memory of the phone call. He wiped the tears from his aching eyes and grabbed frantically for his cell phone.

“Hi! This is Y/N Y/L/N, I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your call, I– Luke, stop it…” then your voicemail ended. You hadn’t changed it. And he loved you even more for it. He kept calling but he was always sent to voicemail.

“Goddammit!” he cursed, swiping his hand over his desk, forcing his laptop, lamp, pens, and business cards off the platform. He started seething, breathing so deeply that it was hard to inhale.

Luke strutted out of the office and stopped in front of Aubrey.

“Aubrey, I’m going to go out, I don’t know when I’m going to be back.”

“I’ll see you then, Mr. Hemmings.” she nodded.

Luke impatiently waited for the elevator to get to the parking garage and went to his car. He revved the engine and sped towards your new apartment, which he found via your best friend. He parked his Ferrari sloppily and dashed to your door. He knocked rapidly, eager to see your face, hear your voice, this time with sober senses.

You opened the door to see your ex-boyfriend’s red, puffy eyes. He quickly pulled you by your neck into a soft, loving kiss that made you weak in the knees. Your mind went into over-drive. All of his emotions poured into your kiss, anger; sadness; grief; depression; loneliness; love.

He pulled away and rested his forehead on yours.

“Please don’t leave me, you’re all I have. I love you so much.” he whispered to you with so much passion like you two were the only people on earth.

“”I love you too, Luke. So fucking much, ”

“Darling, come home,” he pleaded, “Come back,”

“I can’t…”

“Why not?” he said getting angry. He pulled back and glared at you.

“Because I don’t want to be alone anymore.” you whispered only loud enough for him to hear.

“I won’t leave you alone, ever. Not after the hell I’ve been through for six months that only your love can pull me out. That I promise.”

“Really?”

“I love you more than anything, my world.” You grinned and kissed him on the mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Marry me again,” He pulled out the ring from his pocket, getting down on one knee, proposing. “Y/N Y/L/N, I’ve loved you since the day I met you. I knew when you ran into me, spilling your lemonade on my white shirt, I knew I was going to marry you. And I know we haven’t had he best relationship, but you can’t ever doubt my undying love or you. The silence was driving me crazy. The echoes that weren’t actually there haunted me. The silent screams in my head made me angry. So angry because you weren’t there anymore. And then I realized that I did leave you alone. But I love you and only you. You’re my family, I mean, we dated for six years. Darling, you’ll always come before my job. I love you, and I wanted this relationship. I never wanted you to feel lonely, I never want you to feel neglected, and I never fucking wanted you to feel second-best… and if you leave me, then I don’t know what I’m going to do anymore. You’re my everything…
“When you left, I could feel my heart shatter in his chest, the love of my life left me because I had taken her for granted. All I wanted to do was crawl up in a ball and die. I love you too much for my own good. When we had broken up the first time, I went into depression. And if I thought that first time was depressing, I didn’t think I would have been abele to survive that. I was something that was merely just being. I was broken.                                                                      “This ring is the exact one I gave you on our fifth year anniversary, the first time I proposed. The day I promised to be with you forever. The day I promised to love you until I don’t exist. That I would never love anyone as much as I love you. The empty closet, the music-less house, the biting silence, the echoes of you that aren’t actually there, the silent laughs of happiness in my head that had pained me. When you left, this ring told me that this was really happening, this was my wake-up call. I just wanted to hold you in my arms and hear with sober ears that you love me… So will you marry me? Again?”

“Yes!” you squealed, leaping into his arms and kissing him deeply, reminiscing in the feeling of his lips on yours.

Ten Years Later…

“Benji!” you begged at your six year old who was running naked in the kitchen, “Please put your clothes on!”

“Mama! I’m Captain Underpants!” he giggled and ran right into his father who was entering the room. He scooped the small blonde boy into his arms and looked him in the similar azure eyes.

“Now, Ben, why are you not listening to your mother?” he scolded.

“Because I’m a big boy!”

“Benny, I still listen to her and I’m a man.”

“Okay…” Your husband placed Ben on the ground and he sulked off to go put on his clothes.

“Luke…” you sighed, placing your head on his broad chest. “I love you. Thank you so much for taking Ben to school today.”

“It’s fine and I love you too–” Luke was cut off by a wailing noise. “Ellie’s awake…”

“I’ll get her. Bye,” you leaned up and kissed him on the lips. Luke left the kitchen and took Ben to the car.

You wandered up the stairs and into the first room on the left, Ellie’s room.

“Elizabeth Hemmings, what on earth do you need now?” you teased your two year old daughter.

“My tummy hurts bad,” she pouted, Luke’s pout. Her hair was a strawberry blonde, but her eyes mimicked Luke’s as well. 

“Aw, baby, you wanna get in bed with mommy?” The little girl nodded her head and stuck her arms out. You picked her up and placed her on you and Luke’s shared bed, pulling her into your embrace as you climbed in with her. 

When Ellie fell asleep, you heard your phone buzz from the bedside table.

From lukey :))

At least the ghosts don’t haunt me anymore. Love you

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