chapter 8

                                    

                                          
General Hux sighs. "There is so much to tell you, Admiral (L/N). How about an informal discussion later today?"
                          
"An informal discussion?" I ask. What the hell is that? "You mean when we aren't working?"
                          
"Precisely. Here, our minds are one hundred percent on our duties and commitment to the first order." He straightens up with a stern frown. 
                          
"Ha... right." I laugh recalling a memory. "I don't believe your mind was on the first order in the meeting room when we..." I stop myself from saying anything else. I remember Armitage and I in a vacant room... I was laying down on the table with him over me. Such passion. 
                          
I clear my throat, my smile wiped from my face. "I just remembered something. You have a lot of explaining to do, General Hux. I'll meet you after your shift is over in your quarters."
                          
Hux's face flushes deep red. His eyes widen in fear. He dares not to look at my face. "Very well, Admiral (L/N). Enjoy the rest of your day." His body is stiff. There's something he's desperately hiding.
                          
I whip around and leave the main control quarters with sass illuminating from each step. Every trooper and worker that saw me walk out knew for a fact that anybody in my way, is going to be killed.
                          
My face flusters in a blushing red. Was I really with Armitage? Is that while I was married to Kylo? Was I having an affair? I need to know. Does Kylo know? I shouldn't tell him. I can't tell him because deep in my core, I know that this affair is a secret. This dark truth is dangerous.
                          
I walk around, discovering new places. I find the office that Hux and I fucked in. I remember this place so well. I turn on the light. The large grey table is large enough to have 20 officers sitting comfortably in each chair. There is a projector in the middle and a large screen on the wall for information to be placed. The glass windows can close into a black color for classified information. I brush my hand against the table.
                          
I remember random meetings, Information and important strategies,  killing incompetent officers, and most importantly, lashing out at Kylo Ren for his stupidity. I remember hating him. I remember loving Armitage. 
                          
But why? Why do I remember these feelings and useless informational meetings? Why did I marry Kylo? This isn't adding up. It doesn't make sense.
                          
"I thought you'd be here."
                          
I jump and fling myself around to see Armitage at the doorway. His hands behind his back in a proper stance as usual. I panic and look around.
                          
"We need to have a discussion, now." Hux says demandingly. He flicks a switch and the windows blacken. The door slides closed behind him. He locks it.
                          
"Hey, hey. Who are you to tell me what to do? Aren't I your Admiral?" I fold my arms and glare at him.
                          
He relaxes his posture and pinches the bridge of his nose. "This is me that you are speaking to. We have a mutual... we had a mutual relationship before your injuries." He walks up to me and pulls out a seat. "Sit." I hate commands, but I listen and do what I'm told. He pulls out a chair next to me and plops down. He's severely stressed out.
                          
"What were we?" I ask, straight to the point.
                          
He sighs and puts his head in his hands. His fingers entwine with his orange hair and his elbows rest on his legs. "In love." Is all he could say.
                          
"What's with Kylo? I remember hating him!" I snarl at his name. "Why aren't I with you? What am I missing?" I went off on a spiel of questions, wanting all of them answered all at once.
                          
"Listen, (F/N). I need you to stay with Kylo. It's what you wanted to do. It's better that way in that it is safer." He looks up at me. This conversation is killing him. His eyes are slightly red, but he's holding everything in.
                          
"No way!" My anger boils in my stomach. "I demand you to tell me what you are witholding!"
                          
"It's a promise! A promise that is no longer valid!" He raises his voice into yelling back at me.
                          
"What promise?" I ask while standing up to tower over him in an attempt to scare him. I remember the silver ring in Kylo's nightstand.  "Does it have to do with a silver ring? One with a black stone?"
                          
"I did give you that ring, but it doesn't matter anymore. The plan failed." He looks up at me and places his hand on my cheek. "You haven't changed a bit. I'll always love you for that. I need you to be safe. Stay with Kylo Ren for now. Will you do that for me?" His thumb caresses my cheek bone.
                          
My love for him grows constantly. I remember this passion. I don't remember what started it, or what I even admire about him, but I know deep down that I am supposed to be with Armitage. I wasn't supposed to marry Kylo. The question is, why did I do it? What drove me to be with that horrid man?
                          
I need to be with Armitage. I need it now. I need to know. So I do what most professional workers would do in any vacant room.
                          
I kiss him. I needed those pink lips of his. My hands find their way around his shoulders as his hands slink theirs around my sides. I awkwardly straddle his lap on the chair.
                          
"Mm... wait..." Armitage pulls his reddened lips away from mine. "I don't want you to regret this..." His soft green eyes lust for more; for me.
                          
Regret this? I love you! 
                          
"I won't." Is all I say.
                          
Our hot and heavy makeout session causes me to grind my hips onto his throbbing groin. I wanted so much more. The chair creaks with each thrust. Our moans and breathing drown out the sounds.
                          
Crack
                          
We both stop, nearly jumping. The chair could take no more as a single leg broke. Armitage falls backwards, bringing me along.
                          
"Agh... my head. Are you alright, (F/N)?" He says painfully. 
                          
"Yea..." I answer. I hurt my arm, but it really isn't anything. "Should we stay down here and continue?"
                          
Armitage laughs. "I don't believe that would be a charming experience."
                          
I move off of him. He hoists himself up with a small grunt of soreness. I think about what would happen if the officers found a broken chair. Surely, there cannot be any rumors of our time here. Maybe if I put it back together, an unlucky officer can take the blame. "I have an idea."
                          
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Armitage and I exit the room after setting up the broken chair. Hopefully it will stay until the next meeting. We both silently make our way to the main control room. We attempt to not share any peculiar glances and remain professional. He teaches me some parts of the crew and what each person does and why it matters. He explains some more basic duties until finally we leave for the end of our shift. Another lower ranking officer takes his place. I glance at him once again before I part ways. He winks and smiles at me before taking a separate way to his apartment.
                          
I get to my quarters and plop down on the couch. It was a tiring day. Kylo comes from down the stairs.
                          
"Where have you been?" His tone expects an answer, immediately. 
                          
"I've learned a lot about the ship and what the crew does and stuff. Will you teach me more tomorrow? I'm exhausted right now." I play my innocence card and act happy about what I've learned. Such bullshit.
                          
"Good. I'll go over some of your specific duties tomorrow during training. Come to bed." He calms down. I hate the way he treats me. He expects me to listen like a good little house wife. No. That's not gonna last.
                          
"I will when I'm ready." I stretch out on the couch.
                          
"You look ready now." He snaps.
                          
"Well I'm not. I will soon." I get the last word. He leaves for the bedroom all the while scoffing at me. To prove my point further, I wait almost a full hour before getting ready for bed. That'll teach him.