Xavier's POV: I stand at the island, holding myself up on the counter, my elbows resting on it, drinking a beer in an empty house and an even emptier heart. The door opens and the everyone walks in. The girls go upstairs and the boys come into the kitchen. "Why'd you leave? What happened? We just saw Dionne crying and you looked ... like you went through something." Mark says, grabbing a beer for everyone. I clutch her ring in my hand before putting it down, letting everyone see it. "This happened." I say, taking a sip of my beer. "She took it off?" Kayno says, his eyes big. "No, the ring just levitated off her finger." Z says, rolling eyes. "I'm sorry man. That's horrible. What happened?" "That bitch, Tiffany." I say, my anger surfacing. "Home-wrecker Tiffany. She's always been a problem for you." Z says. "The problem is that she doesn't know how to take a fucking hint. Basically threw herself onto me and tried to fuck me right there in my office. Dionne walked in after she l
Dionne's POV: I sit on his lap, looking into his eyes as he begins to tell me what happened. "At first I was drinking. I didn't wanna drink too much in the first place because I knew I had to come home, so I took a couple shots. She was looking at me every time I would see her and I already knew what she wanted. Back when I wasn't very ... respectful of women, I used her. When I was frustrated, I'd use her, when I was stressed, I'd use her, even when I was just bored ... I'd use her. When I heard about our marriage, I thought I'd hate it, but still, I let her go to be faithful to you. My mother always taught me to be faithful because my father wasn't really a great example." "He cheated on Daxine?" "He did. And I'd never let him forget it." My heart twists with sympathy when he says that. He shakes his head and continues. "Anyway, the other night, me and Kayno talked about her. It got me upset so I went to my office and I was roaming around, looking at stuff. I came across an old
Xavier leaves for work, leaving me horny and bored. After I get out of the shower, I put on a bra and panties and I sit in bed, pulling out my laptop to look at our wedding plans. Shit. I pull out my phone and I dial Xavier's number, the line ringing. "Yes, my love?" he says, his voice deep and smooth on the other side of the phone. "Baby, I just looked at the wedding plans and-" "Shit. I know where you're going with that. Don't stress about it, don't even worry about it. I'll call and get a team on it ASAP, I promise." "You're the best, I hope you know that. Love you." I say, smiling as I hear him talk on the other side of the phone. "But I'll handle it, alright? Don't worry your pretty little head about it." "I won't. But I've got a bone to pick with you." I say, arching my eyebrow. "And what's that?" he asks. I can hear the grin in his voice. "I'm horny." I say, frustrated. "Aaand you're blaming me?" "Of course I am." "Why don't you show me how horny I made you?" "What a
Like he promised, he came to pick me and the kids up to go to the base with him. He holds Harley on his chest in his carrier and I carry Kai and Christine, Kai on my chest, and Christine on my side. As I walk through the halls with Xavier's hand in mine, his eyes glued to his phone as he scrolls through it. He freezes and I stop two steps ahead of him. "What's wrong?" I ask. "I need to head to the interrogation rooms. They just brought some guy in." "For what? What's going on?" "I can't explain. I'll be back. Go in, King should be here. If not, my bodyguard, Raymond is there." he says, walking hurriedly inside with me, putting Harley inside the stroller and taking the carrier off his chest. Since there's three spots, I sit Christine and Kai in next to him. Xavier orders Raymond to stay with me and leaves a quick kiss on my lips, then leaves without a word. I sit down, sitting Christine's baby bag and the twins' bag down next to me, sipping some water. King walks up to me and hugs m
Xavier's POV: We get home and I carry the twins in my arms as Christine walks with her mother's finger in her hand. I put the twins to sleep for the night and Dionne does the same, as it's already eleven. I walk in the room and I take my tux jacket off, then I loosen my tie, pulling it off and unbuttoning my shirt and taking it off. I sit on the bed, running my hands through my hair, stressed out, and I feel Dionne's hands and lips on my back. "I'm sorry. About me bitching in the car. I'm just stressed and ... pissed off. There's someone playing around with my money and I don't take that lightly. I'm just stressed. Pent up." I say, rubbing Dionne's arm that's draped over my shoulder. "Let me help you, then." she replies, still kissing my back and neck. "No, baby. We've already been through this. I can't stop once I start, you know that. And anyway, I'm not doing that again.I hurt you last time." "I was fine." "You were bleeding." I retort. "Yeah, but it was only because I wasn't
2 months later I wake up in the middle of the night next to Dionne, her body wrapped around mine as my head rests comfortably on her breasts. She sleeps and breathes peacefully, her hands resting in my hair, so I don't bother to move. My phone starts to ring, so I pick it up, staying in place so not to interrupt Dionne's rest. "Hello?" I say tiredly. "You don't honestly think it's over, do you?" he says. I sit up urgently, Dionne's thigh resting on mine. My hand grips her thigh as I listen. "Who the hell is this?" I say, my eyes darting everywhere. "You figure that out. Until next time." Then the phone call ends. What the fuck was that? "Baby, what's wrong?" Dionne says sleepily, rubbing my hand that grips her thigh. I loosen my grip and I look back at her as she opens those beautiful grey eyes. "It's nothing, babe. Go back to sleep, alright?" I say, kissing her softly. "I'll be back, okay?" I say, rubbing her thigh. "Where are you going?" she asks, sitting up and sitting on m
Dionne's POV: For the last three weeks, Xavier's been keeping me and the kids inside. I've been with Camara and Z most of the time because Xavier's constantly working, trying to target whoever's sending these threats. He comes home every day, more and more pissed than the day before. They can't get anything off these notes and phone calls. On the bright side, our wedding's still being put together. Me and Xavier hired the best wedding planner out there and based off of what she's sending us, it'll be done in the next five months if we're lucky. On the other hand though, I don't know if we'll be past this by the time the wedding's ready. I mean, I can't get out of the house long enough to even breathe in some fresh air, let alone get a wedding dress. The good thing is, there haven't been any threats for a few days, so I guess that gives me hope. Xavier still thinks it isn't safe though, and I agree. Xavier barges in the house, going upstairs to the room as I sit next to Camara and Be
I walk downstairs, waiting for Amber and I look up and Xavier's looking at me with a stern glare. "What?" I say, looking back at him. "You're not going out like that, are you?" he says, looking me up and down. "Uhm .. yeah." I say, smiling. "No. Take it off." he says, walking up to me. "Why? What's the problem?" "Look in the mirror." he says, pointing to the mirror. I step in front of the mirror hanging by the door, and I look at myself, shrugging. "I look fine." I say, laughing, while staring at myself. "No. First of all, these." he says, walking up behind me and grabbing my boobs. "Babe!" I say, giggling. "What's wrong with you?" I add. "These shouldn't be visible." he says, pulling my dress up to cover them. "Xavier, I look fine, stop it!" I say, still laughing. "Now you're showing your ass." he says, looking at my ass and sighing, rubbing his forehead. "Xavier, I'll be fine." I say, pulling my dress down and kissing him as he pulls me into him, firmly gripping my waists