Zoey's POV "Listen, I don't know who the fuck you think you are but I seriously need you to stop calling and texting me," I say through clenched teeth. I can feel my knuckles turning ghostly white from the tight grip on the device. "Mess with me again and I guarantee that I won't only be coming after you with my boyfriend but the whole freaking Seattle police force!" I quickly hang up before whoever on the other side has a fraction of a chance to react. Gulping down deep breaths, I try to calm my racing heart beating fast in my chest. The last ounce of oxygen I have sucks itself dry, leaving me on the brink of passing out. No! I refuse to be petrified. When I get back to Seattle I'm gonna end this once and for all! My eyes dart around the grounds as far as I can see in search of any witnesses to my earlier outburst. I sigh a shaky breath of relief when I see no one in my immediate line of vision. Fortunately, Mr. Romano is already carrying my bags through the revolving doors of
Zoey's POVI felt like I'd been scorched by a blazing inferno. His heated stare roamed my body leaving permanent burn holes all over me. It was like we were silently communicating through our eyes. I couldn't look away even if I wanted to; I felt trapped like a deer in headlights, unable to do anything. He gave us one last glance before he turned and walked away. How dare he! Why was he upset when I was clearly the one who should be?!He's being so unfair right now. He left me alone on my own for a day and a half without so much as a decent explanation! I should be the one sulking off, not him. You don't just walk in on someone and immediately assume the worst. "The fidanzato?" I heard Marco ask from somewhere behind me. I almost forgot he was standing there. (Translation- fiancé)I nodded my head weakly, my eyes still glued to the very spot Xavier stood moments ago. "Yes. Can you excuse me I need to check on..." I walked off, not waiting on a response from the Italian. I half ran
Zoey's POV "Are you nervous?" Xavier asks, making an attempt to break the silence for the first time since we both got in the car. His voice matches that of the low, soft, subtle R&B music currently emitting from the car speaker. I turn to look over at him taking in his slightly rough features from a sideways view. The faint sunlight that protrudes through the car window kisses the right side of his chiseled face making him look more angelic but, at the same time, undoubtedly sexy in his crisp tuxedo. My eyes wander down to his bare ears. He is ditching silver stud earrings today. The man seems very much relaxed as he navigates the car through the light evening traffic. I silently chew the insie of my cheek, remembering that he had asked if I was nervous a while ago. Honestly, nervous would be a huge understatement. I am waaaaayyyy beyond nervous. My palms are too sweaty and I've barely stopped fidgeting from earlier... "I guess I am," I admit sometime later. "Me too." He gl
Zoey's POV I clap along with everyone as Xavier stops next to the man on the platform, who seemed to be on the same height as him. They both wore identical three-piece suits with expensive patterned ties. "So, Xavier, tell me something and this stays between us," the MC whispers in the microphone making a few people in the back giggle, clearly amused. "are you making more money than Bill Gates per day?" "Ahh. Tough question there James," Xavier jokes as he scratches the back of his neck. "Sorry to disappoint, but I certainly will not say, but what I will say, is that I'm making enough money." "You're no fun Xavier." The man almost pouts as he turns to face the audience. "Okay, there you have it, gentlefolks. Please give another round of applause for Xavier Danvers, CEO of Xavier & Co Enterprises." James steps aside and lets Xavier have the space to navigate and deliver his speech on the podium. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen," Xavier greets in the microphone, his eyes scan
Zoey's POV I wake up to the intensity of the sunlight peeping through a slightly cracked, glass window and onto my face. I groan and try to roll to the opposite side of the scorching sun rays, but I can't budge. I feel like a truck has dropped on me— a tractor trailer, to be precise. I am positive this is not just a hangover from the little alcohol I had consumed last night. A mild, but cold and salty, air gently blows on my skin creating a warm sensation on my body when contrasted with the hot sun. I try to twist my body in the opposite direction of the window but after a few failed attempts I slump in defeat. A low snore comes from behind me a while later, to twist my. Turning my upper body slightly, I see Xavier peacefully sleeping with his lips partially open and his heavy hand draped over my waist. He looks adorable and stress-free when he sleeps. My teeth sink in my slightly chapped pink lips as I bite back a laugh. My eyes sweep over his sleeping form in content for a while
Zoey's POV I know it is late by the time I pick myself up from the cold floor and decide to take a long bath. Stripping out of my morning attire, I step into the cold tub then turn on the faucet. Plopping down in the interior I listen to the bathtub filling up. A while later I tip my head back and let the soapy lather ease the tension from my aching body— both physically and mentally. I can't help pretending, just for a short while, that I haven't taken the offer and was back home with Kat, and not halfway around the world with a multi-billionaire I cheated on my psychotic ex-fiancé with. Maybe things would have been different. Or maybe not. I lazily dismiss the thought. Too late for pretending, or even wishing for that matter, everything had run its course. I'll just have to woman up and face whatever brutal obstacle the universe fling in my way. I lean further back in the tub, letting the warm water and sweet smell of raspberry envelope me. After a good half an hour, give or
Zoey's POV "I had a really great time tonight," I whisper earnestly to Xavier as we both step in the elevator with random tourists. "I aim to please." The corner of his lips quirk up in a half-smile and, before I knew it, his shoulder convulse as he let out a low laugh. "You're welcome baby, but the night's not over." My forehead creases as I look over at him. We are practically the same height, this is the good thing about wearing heels. "What do you mean?" "You'll find out soon." He kiss our tangled hands. I sigh in content, loving the feeling of his mouth against my skin. We rode patiently up to the sixth floor of the hotel as his fingers lightly stroke mine. When the last person got out, one floor below us, he quickly turn to me. "Before I forget, I need to blindfold you." The man reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a red blindfold. My jaw goes slack as I eye the fabric in his hands. The thing I hate more than surprises is being blindfolded for a surprise.
Zoey's POV Most of Xavier's clothes are off, with his help, before we even get to the semi-dark bedroom. The moon is the only source of light that penetrates the glass and shines magically on the floor. He sets me down on the edge of the bed with a chaste kiss before he goes off in search of something. I trace his silhouette as he moves around carefully in the dark. "Ah ha." Xavier turns to me a while later and holds up long, joined group of condoms. The packets glisten in the moon's reflection. "Someone thought they were getting lucky tonight," I tease as he strides over to me smiling. His smile grew even wider. "I'm optimistic, remember?" I don't have time to think of a coy remark. His mouth is already on mine, teasing and stroking. The man guides me further from the edge of the bed. His lean, steel body bows over me, not once breaking the kiss. He pulls away a while later. I whimper watching as he takes off his underpants, the last piece of fabric that stands in our way.