Xavier’s POV:
The next morning, I wake up and the first thing I do is put on my suit. I need to attend a few meetings today. Money’s on the line. I walk downstairs and my father stops me from going any further than the living room.
“Father.” I say.
“Xavier.” He responds.
He’s never called me his son. Ever. I still try to respect him though. That’s how my mother raised me.
‘Where’s that girl?”
“Are you serious?” I say, squinting in annoyed confusion.
“I’ve done nothing wrong.” He says, looking confused.
“You may be the type of man to disrespect women and do whatever it is that you do with them, but my wife won’t be one of them. As long as I’m with her, you’re gonna learn to respect her, or I’ll make you, and that’s a promise. I don’t care how I have to do it, and you know I don’t. I’ve never disrespected you a day in my life, but when you disrespect her, you disrespect me, which means I disrespect you, I just want to make that clear.” I say, finally walking off and walking out the door.
Hours later
I get a phone call and it’s from Dionne. “Hello?” I say annoyed.
“Xavier? Where are you?”
“If I’m not at home, I’m working.”
“I thought you’d take me to see my brothers today.” She says, sounding just as annoyed as I am.
“I will. It’s only 3 o’clock.”
“Okay. Sorry for rushing you.” She says, sounding as if she’s angry.
But why does she feel she has to apologize for every little thing? It’s like she’s walking on eggshells around me. Then again, given her past, she has good reason.
I drive home and when I pull up, I walk inside and I don’t see Dionne anywhere.
“Mother?” I yell, looking for her. She rounds the corner from the kitchen and she smiles when she sees me.
“Hijo.” She says, grabbing my face to kiss my cheek.
[Son.]
I place my hand on her back as I kiss her on her cheek, then I let her go when she pulls away. “Where’s Dionne ?” I ask, putting my shades back on.
“She never came down.” She says.
“Never came down? What do you mean?” I ask, my eyebrows furrowed.
“She’s been in her room all day.” She responds.
I hurry up the stairs and I open her room door and she has a towel around herself. I quickly look away and I shut the door, talking through the door.
“You haven’t been out of your room all day?” I ask, obviously already knowing the answer.
“No. I haven’t.” she says plainly.
“Why not?” I ask.
“When I’m not at school or when you’re not taking me places, I have nothing else to do. I haven’t come out because I’d prefer staying in here rather than facing your father for reasons I shouldn’t repeat.” She says, almost annoyed.
Something’s different about her. I don’t know what, but I’m determined to figure it out.
I’m obviously not gonna let her know that though.
“You should at least eat something.” I say, plainly.
“I will. Can I get dressed now or are you going to keep bothering and bombarding me with questions?” she says.
“Fine. Get dressed.” I say, now angry.
I slam the door all the way closed and I walk away from her door and I go downstairs.
“Fucking- ughh!” I say, pacing around.
I need to take out my frustration on something. Anything, I don’t care what … Or who.
I look around and I see one of my maids, cleaning up the house. She’s young, at least 22, blonde hair, not very attractive but I don’t care.
“Sydney.” I yell, making her scurry up to me. I give her a death stare as I try and think about what I’m about to do.
“Yes sir?” her voice high pitched and soft.
“Upstairs, now. My room.” I say, pointing upstairs and rubbing my head, stressed. She looks up at me and then quickly goes upstairs to my room as I try and think rationally.
No. Fuck it.
I don’t care about rationality. I’m fucking angry.
That’s all I care about.
I go upstairs and my mother looks at me the whole time and doesn’t say anything. She knows she can’t stop what’s about to happen, so she doesn’t try to.
I go upstairs and I shut and lock my room door. Sydney’s standing at the foot of my bed, and when I walk in, she stands up straight.
I grab her by the throat and I kiss her roughly, backing her into my bed, making her lie back. I climb on top of her as I kiss her, taking her little uniform off, and as soon as I get it off, I take all my clothes off and I throw them to the floor.
“Ass up, face down. Now.” I command.
She immediately turns around and arches her back, ready for me. I stroke myself to get hard because she’s obviously not getting it done, and I spit on her pussy to get it wetter, then without a second thought, I shove myself inside her, pounding inside her senselessly.
It isn’t good enough to give me a mind blowing nut, but it’ll have to do. I need to blow off some steam.
She’s moaning her ass off while I grip her hair in my hands, giving myself something to grab on. After 15 minutes of trying to cum, it finally hits me. I pull out and I cum on her ass and by this time, she’s already cum 3 times. She pants and breathes heavily as I grunt and get up, finding something to clean up with. I get a wet cloth and I clean myself off, then I clean her up and I put on another suit, fixing myself up.
I turn around to look at my bed, it’s sheets messed up, clothes scattered everywhere, and she’s still sitting there in the middle of it, still trying to recover. I pick up her clothes and I throw them on the bed next to her and I look away, while I talk to her.
“Get up and put some clothes on. Fix up my room when you finish.” I demand. And with that, I spray on some cologne and I exit the room, leaving her to get dressed and clean up the mess we made.
Dionne’s POV: I finish getting dressed and I step out of my room only to hear something in Xavier’s room. As I walk toward the staircase, he opens his door and walks out. He obviously doesn’t see me when he walks by, so I walk by his room door and I see one of the maids getting dressed and she can barely stay on her feet. I scoff and I go downstairs and meet him. “Let’s go.” He says as I walk by him. He shuts the door behind us and we walk to the car. When I get in the car, the guard holding the door open closes it. The other guard on Xavier’s side closes his door and the driver pulls off. I cross my arms and I start a conversation. “I thought you said you didn’t have a chauffeur.” I say, trying to hide my anger. “I do. I just don’t use him all the time.” He says, scrolling through his phone. I stay quiet but the constant anger picking at my brain gets the best of me. “Did you fuck her? You smell like cheap perfume and sex.” I say, already knowing the answer. He closes the slid
I sit against the house, blood pouring from my leg as Anthony writhes in pain in mom’s arm. Xavier hangs up the phone and runs over to me and takes his tuxedo off and rips his blouse underneath off, then rips the sleeve off to tie it around my thigh where the blood is seeping out. He ties a knot tightly around my thigh, making me grunt in pain. He stands up and puts his hands out to me. I look up at him and I take his hands as he lifts me up. “Are you okay? Well no shit, but … “ he cuts himself off looking at me with worried eyes. “I’m fine.” I say back, limping over to Anthony. “I just got off the phone with some people who’re gonna get your father. We can discuss funeral arrangements later if that’s okay with you.” He says, helping me over to Anthony. “That’s fine.” I reply, paying more attention to Anthony. “I don’t have everything I need here.” Mom says. “Could they come home with us? Please?” I ask Xavier. “That’s a risk. You should know that better than anyone. My family
It’s been about 2 weeks since me and Xavier finally admitted to ourselves that we’re ready for one another and it’s honestly been good. I’ve been going to school everyday, he’s been picking me up and finally, he’s let his guard down for me. But he can switch it up, quick. One moment he’s in the car, telling me how much he loves me, then the next, he’s arguing and cursing with someone for something they said to me, then he’s cold. But that’s only out in public. When he’s alone with me, he’s vulnerable and open, and he keeps his walls down. In front of his parents, he shows them that he loves me, he’s just not as vulnerable. Still has to put on a strong, hard face for his father. Speaking of fathers, mine’s funeral is this week. I’m honestly glad he’s gone, then again, he’s my father, so there’s a sliver of me that still wants someone to call a father. That’s another time though. As me and Xavier pull up to the entrance of the university, my hand in his, he lifts my hand to his lips an
That night at dinner, Xavier sits in his spot next to me, and as we eat. Suddenly, Daxine speaks. “So you two, when’s the wedding?” she says excitedly. “About a year or two from now.” Xavier says. We agreed that we wanted a big wedding. Xavier says he wants it to be black and red themed but I want something light. We’re nothing the same which makes it all a bit more interesting. “Or two?” she says, surprised. “Yeah. We want it to be big.” Xavier says. “You always were extravagant.” Daxine says. “Dad in his office?” he asks. “Yeah. Hasn’t come out all day.” Xavier’s father has shown himself less and less every day. I think it’s because he wants to avoid Xavier in case he says something he doesn’t like. I don’t really know why, so I’m not gonna assume. It’s not really like him to hide. That’s where Xavier gets it from. After dinner, Xavier goes upstairs and gets in the shower, and I help Daxine with the dishes. When I go upstairs to Xavier’s room, I can’t find him. ‘Baby, wher
Xavier’s POV: I stand in the mirror fixing my tie while Dionne fixes her dress and checks her makeup and hair. “You ready?” I ask, watching as she takes a final look at herself in the mirror. “Yeah.” She says, turning around to walk up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “How you feeling?” I ask. “Don’t know. This feels weird. Going to my dad’s funeral is something I never thought would happen. I knew he’d leave one day, I mean he had it coming .. but not this soon. I mean I know it sounds heartless, but in a way I’m glad he’s gone. That fear of running into him is gone and I’m happy to have that kind of relief.” “That’s not heartless. Him abusing you and your brothers, that’s heartless. He deserved what he got. I’m sorry if that makes me a monster but other people seem to already think that’s what I am.” She looks down in thought, pausing. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” I say. “No. I have to be there for my mom. She hated him for the fact that he abused her ki
Xavier’s POV: “Xavier, what’s going on?” Dionne asks as I hurry to the car, her hand in mine. “You remember that old enemy I told you about? His name is Malcom and I think one of his goons just called with a threat. We need to get to the house before anything happens.” I say, helping her into the car. I run over to the driver’s seat and I start the car and I speed off, racing to the house. But when we get there, it’s too late. The windows are shot out and it looks like a tornado went through the house. I quickly get out, Dionne opening her door to rush to the house with me. In the darkness, only lit by the lights on inside and outside the house, I see mom and dad standing outside, looking at the damage. “What the fuck happened in five fucking minutes?!’’ I yell, looking at the house. “As soon as you hung up the phone, guns went off, shot up everything. Some things inside are broken from the bullets that entered the house, but this came out of nowhere.” Mom says, shaking her head i
I stare at my brother, anger written all over my face. Why in the hell did he come back? “Why are you here? Why’d you come back?” I ask, my blood boiling. “I missed my brother, that’s all.” Leo says. “Stop fucking with me.” I spit back. “Still got Dad’s anger I see. That’s one thing that hasn’t changed. Which begs the question of who that beautiful woman is. God, she’s a real gem-“ “And she’s my fiancé. Fuck off.” I say, defensively. “Wait. Wait she’s your fiancé?” he says, trying to hold back his laughter. “That has to be arranged because the world would have to be-nope. Even the world ending wouldn’t push you to love someone, let alone marry them.” He says, laughing. “Why the fuck are you here, Liam? You haven’t been around since you were seventeen, it’s been five years.” I say, annoyed. “Okay, fine. I got word that Malcom had come back and I just wanted to check on my brother and mother. And dad. I guess.” He says. Liam’s never tried to hide his hatred for our father. His h
Dionne’s POV: In the morning, I wake up and Xavier’s chest is pressed against my back, his face is in my hair, and his arm is wrapped around my stomach, holding me in place. I feel the sudden urge to get up and go to the bathroom, so I wiggle out of his arms and I get up and I use the bathroom, then I come back to the bed and Xavier lies awake, turning his head to look at me when I come back. “Did I wake you?” I ask, walking over to the bed. “I couldn’t smell you or feel you anymore so I woke up. So to answer your question, yes. Yes you did.” He says, yawning. “I’m sorry.” I say, kissing him good morning. Suddenly I hear Liam downstairs, laughing. “Ugh. I forgot about Liam.” I say, getting up and finding some of Xavier’s clothes to wear. “I can’t forget. The thought comes back to me every second of every hour.” He says, groaning as he gets up. He walks up to the sink where I am and he wraps his arms around me, resting his head on my shoulder. “You still tired?” I say, messing w