3 weeks later Lying in bed with Xavier, he’s lying on my chest, rubbing my stomach and letting me run my fingers through his hair. “I’ve got a question.” He says. “Okay.” I respond. “There’s a ball tonight. A gala if you will. I don’t usually bring anyone, but I was wondering if you’d go with me.” He asks. I smile. “Yeah. I’ll go.” “Good. Kayno’s gonna take you to get a dress while I work on some things.” He says, getting up. “Do you have a tuxedo?” I ask, sitting up. “Oh come on, you’ve seen my closet.” He says, grinning at me. “Yeah, but they’re all black. What’s the theme?” “Dad picks a new theme every year, but he let me know that this year, it’s a black and white ball.” “Oh.” I say, surprised. “Alright, get up. You’ve got 20 minutes.” Xavier says, walking out of the room with a wink. I get up and I get ready, then I go downstairs and I meet Kayno there. “You look simple. It’s cute. Let’s go.” He says. “Kayno, I’m warning you. Fuck with her if you want.” Xavier says,
As I get my makeup and hair done, I look at Xavier in the mirror, sitting beside me, and he moves his head from the makeup brush, grunting. “Xavier, be still. It’s not that bad.” I say. “Yes it is. I feel like a girl.” He says, his anger clear in his tone. “Ugh, relax.” I say, rolling my eyes. He eyes me in the mirror and I smile, putting my hand on his thigh. He stays still as the makeup artists does his makeup and by the time I finish getting my makeup done, Xavier’s getting his tuxedo on. They only touched up his face a little bit, toning his jawline and his cheekbones, simple stuff like that. He finishes and puts his shoes on and kisses me before he walks out. Two women get me undressed, leaving on my underwear, and I cover up my chest area as they pull out a corset, tying it tight around my abdomen. They get my dress out and they put it on me and after that, they slide on my heels, and they put a little tiara on my head, and I go downstairs to meet Xavier. When I walk downstai
Xavier's POV: Me and Dionne are laughing as we talk with other married couples. She’s been making good with other ladies while I’ve been talking with the husbands about mafia related business. I start to get an uneasy feeling, so I look around for Dionne and I see her talking by the glasses of champagne. I walk over to her and I put my hand around her hips, and I look intimidatingly at the woman’s husband looking her up and down and I can see his fear surfacing. “Let’s go honey.” He says, walking away without looking back. I turn around with Dionne and I head for the doors. “Wait, we’re leaving?” “Yeah. I have a bad feeling. My intuition’s never wrong. Something’s in the air.” I say, watching over the room. “Xavier, everything’s fine. Or at least I think.” “No. We need to go. Kayno.” I say, Kayno approaching me. “We’re leaving?” he asks. “Yeah. I don’t like the feeling I’m getting. I can’t risk anyone getting hurt.” I say. “What are you thinking?” “I don’t know. Something’s
Xavier’s POV: I sit in the bathroom as Dionne pats my face with an alcohol soaked cotton ball. She pats a cut on my face and I grunt and I pull away. “Stop it. That hurts.” I say, irritation in my voice. “Well it’s gonna burn, and it’s gonna hurt. I can’t do anything about it, Xavier.” She snaps back. She hates that I didn’t let her help me. She says that if she’d been there I wouldn’t have gotten stabbed. But I don’t care how she feels about it. I did what I knew was better for my fiancé and our child, so she can be mad all she wants. “You could stop.” I say back. “You’re annoyingly stubborn.” She says, rolling her eyes and continuing to clean the cuts on my face. “Acting that way, you won’t get any.” She teases. “I’ll take it when I want it.” I say back, looking up at her. “I won’t let you.” “I’ll take it anyway.” “Boyfriend or not, it’s rape.” “Don’t get smart with me. Anyway, I could live without it.” “Puh-lease. You can’t go more than three days without it.” She says,
2 months later It’s been almost two months. She’s been giving me blue balls for almost two months and I can’t take it anymore. Pregnancy’s been changing her in the worst ways possible. Her skin is still clear but its glowing now. Her thighs, her ass, her boobs, everything’s getting bigger, and I can’t take it. Every time I see her, I wanna fuck the living shit out of her, but I’m not one to back down from a challenge. And she knows that, so she tries to torture me in every way she can. When she comes down the stairs, she makes sure those precious tits bounce when I’m looking. When she’s walking in front of me, she sways her little hips and I can’t help but stare at that gorgeous ass of hers. Even when we’re in bed together, she wraps those warm thighs around my hips, making it so easy for me to just slide in right then and there. But I can’t. I said I could live without it, but I lied. I can’t. All these thoughts race through my mind as I watch her from across the room. “Bro, just go
Dionne’s POV: I come back downstairs with Xavier and the boys are laughing and they go quiet when I step into the living room. “What’s funny?” I ask. “Nothing. No laughing here.” Mark says. “Someone got laaaaid!” Kayno says, putting his hand by his mouth and looking up and closing his eyes as if he were shouting it. “Kayno, you weren’t supposed to say anything!” Mark says, pushing Kayno as he laughs. Xavier sits down on the couch and I roll my eyes when they start patting his back and pushing him around, cheering him on, asking for the debts. As I walk away, I hear Kayno talking to Xavier. “How was it, bro? Tell us about it! Was it good?” he asks. “Hell yeah.” He says, emphasizing his words. I laugh, listening to how excited he is. I walk into the kitchen and I sit down at the island. Liam walks up to me and leans back on the counter. “How you doing?” he says with that horrible grin on his face. “Get away from me, Liam.” I say, annoyed. He’s been doing this ever since he came
I wake up to sunlight pouring in through the blinds and the curtains. I stretch and something tells me to look over at the door. It’s open. I get up and I put on a shirt and pants, and I walk down the hallway, looking for anybody who might’ve opened the door and I can’t find anyone. “What are you doing, Dionne? You’re just being crazy.” I whisper to myself. I turn around, my eyes closed, and when I open them, I bump into someone. “Someone’s in a rush.” Liam says, grinning down at me. “Fuck off.” I say, rolling my eyes at him and starting to walk away. All of a sudden he grabs my arm and squeezes it hard as I try and pull away from him. “Let me go!” I yell, still trying to pull away from him. When he doesn’t let up, I yell again. “Liam, get the fuck off me!” I say, anger building up inside me. “Get your fucking hands off her.” A dose of relief shoots through me when I hear Xavier’s dominant voice behind me. In a swift motion, he pushes me away from Liam and he kicks him down th
Me and Xavier get back to the house and Liam’s lying back on the couch, holding an ice pack on his face. I can’t see the damage, but I know its bad. A doctor walks out the door and Kayno walks up to me and starts to speak before Xavier shuts him up. “I don’t care about what that doctor said. He deserved what he got.” He says. Kayno closes his mouth and backs away as me and Xavier walk upstairs. “Now I need to head to school. Charlotte and Cray are probably worried sick.” I say. “Or they’re probably fucking each other in the bathroom, the only thing on their mind being an orgasm.? Xavier says, climbing in bed. He’s probably right. Charlotte being with Cray has changed her completely. The team’s changed Cray too. Cray used to be a nerdy cornerback who reads books and poetry and wants nothing for Charlotte but happiness. Charlotte used to be a bright, super nice, friendly girl who cared about school and grades. That was her top priority. Now Charlotte’s a bully with the rest of the te