AngelaHaving sex with Xavier isn’t something that will get old. Just like a bottle of old wine, it keeps getting better each time. I can very well say the reason I’m yet to get out of this bed despite being awake for some time now is that there is an ache in between my leg.Turning sideways, I supported my head with my hand, digging my elbow into the bed. Beside me is a sleeping beauty. Unlike how he sleeps at home, Xavier looks like someone who is having a peaceful sleep. There is no gun underneath his pillow, and his breaths are deep and heavy unlike when he’s asleep back at the manor; he wakes up with the slightest noise.Too mesmerized by his beauty, I reached forward and trace my finger through his eyebrow, loving the feeling of him on my finger. I removed my hand only to place it on his lips, those lips which have the power to bring me to my knees.His lower lips are a little pink. All the smoking has darkened his lips a little, making its shade of pink a little darker; either
XavierFirst on the list is swimming. I didn’t see anything wrong with that; everybody swims but Angela always has a way of making my grey hair appear faster. She walked into the room with the flimsiest bikini. I almost reconsidered going to the beach because I’m liable to murder someone for inappropriately staring at her.We spent over thirty minutes arguing about the two pieces. Angela insisted on wearing it, and when I threatened to cancel the visit to the beach, she accused me of going back on my words. To cut the whole story short, we ended up at the beach with Angela dressed in the same bikini that I’d sworn to get rid of when we returned to the hotel.Sipping a glass of red wine, I watched not just her, but also the guys around her in the pool. Just a single mistake from any of them will turn this pool crimson.Angela is a good swimmer, it’s obvious that she’s here to have fun, at the same time being careful not to get too comfortable with any guy in the pool. I wouldn’t have b
Angela My honeymoon was perfect…although short, it is all that every lady would want. The environment, the fun, the crazy sex, everything was just perfect. It is as if Xavier and I connected on a whole new level, which I must say is the best feeling ever.We left Santorini very early this morning, so we will be able to make it to the court hearing by two in the afternoon. Xavier seemed rather too occupied with his unanswered emails to notice how I’m fidgeting about telling the whole world about what really happened between me and Natasha.Pouring my sixth glass of wine, I gulped it down. “How long till we land?”“Four hours,” Xavier responded absently, his eyes still fixed on his laptop. I was tempted to smash that laptop on the floor. “You have something you want to tell me?” He turned off the laptop and slowly closed it. “You’ve been glaring at me.”“You noticed.” I sassed. “For a moment I thought you fancied that laptop more than my face.” He blinked at me, amused by my sarcastic
AngelaNobody said anything about Xavier testifying. I looked at him, expecting any form of emotion from him…anger, surprise, shock, anything but all I got is a stoic face, a face void of any emotion. He squeezed my hand, reassuring me that everything is going to be fine before he walked out of our seat to the witness stand.I watched everything unfold. Xavier was told to swear with the Bible to speak nothing but the truth after he confirmed himself to be a Christian. I laughed inwardly at their reasoning. Xavier is going to lie if he wants to even if they make him swear before God himself.Frederick was the first to interrogate Xavier. “You’re Mr. Xavier Ellmord right?” Surprised by the silly question, Xavier arched his brows in response. “You have to answer every question Mr. Ellmord.” The judge informed him “Unless the question is proven to be irreverent to this case.”My husband thinks otherwise. I don’t know if others can see it, but I can. Xavier pinched the bridge of his nose.
XavierShe wasn’t supposed to tell the story; I know how uncomfortable she’s going to be telling the story and the more I watch her pick her pinky finger, the more I want to reach forward and wrap my hands around Miller’s neck for letting things get this far.This is partly Shun’s fault; he shouldn’t have brought up anything about the company. This case should have been strictly for Derek’s murder. My fist clenched and unclenched on my thigh as I watched my wife struggle; I promised her that everything would be fine, yet there she is, out of my reach, uncomfortable as hell.“It all started when I met my husband Xavier on a plane back from Mexico. We hit it off immediately but he failed to give out his last name, his principles I guess. We had fun before I returned to my family to meet my sister’s fiancée who I’d never seen before, nor did I know his first name. Natasha always referred to him by his last name.”She took a deep breath. “I got home that day only to find out that the guy
Angela “None of your business, but if you want to find out, then you can stick around.” I watched Xavier get into Miller’s car. “You think I’ll be allowed into that car?” I questioned Lucas.He chortled. “None of my business remember?”Asshole. Trying my luck, I approached the car and tapped on the windows twice. Xavier rolled down the window. He arched his brow at me. “I remember telling you to wait in the car.”Shrugging, I opened the back door and got in. “I don’t always do as I’m told,” I responded nonchalantly. Xavier hissed in response. “So, I know you both are discussing the case, and I want to be let in on the plan.”Miller looked at Xavier for permission to continue whatever he was saying and I almost clipped him on his head. Although skeptical about it, Xavier nodded. “I’d like to use this opportunity to let you know that you did a good job in there.”I highly doubt it; I bet my ass he’s saying that to keep Xavier happy. “Thank you, Miller, although I was expecting a congra
XavierAngela’s willingness to free Mateo leaves a bitter taste in my mouth every damn time. I had to keep myself from asking crazy questions because she has been through a lot that day; If I should go ahead to demand why she wants Mateo roaming around, it might not end well for both of us; I mean it already got tense when I mentioned Aaron’s visit to her room on our wedding day.How dare she call me unbelievable when she’s always hiding things that she ought to tell me? “You want to know what’s unbelievable?” I took a deep breath, willing myself to calm down “What’s unbelievable is the fact that Aaron paid you a visit in your room at the villa on our wedding day and you failed to mention it to me.” My jaw clenched. “Why is that?”“It’s not what you think.” She whispered.“You definitely do not know what’s going through my head right now.” I want to shoot the motherfucker for seeing my bride before me. “You do not know what I’m thinking Angela.”“He only came to search for his little
XavierAaron is still in New York, my men confirmed it. He agreed to leave New York with his father this morning; it’s mid noon and the fucker is still in New York. I know he’s still here for only one reason.To say goodbye to Angela as he said. That bastard lives to annoy me.Pushing the door to the warehouse open, I stepped into the room, almost getting blinded by the bright studio light. Oliver who has a thorny whip bowed slightly toward me. “Good afternoon boss man.”This afternoon is indeed a good one; what a beautiful sight to behold. “A lovely afternoon to you too Oliver.” I stared at a bloody Mateo. “I love it when you get creative.”Mateo smiled with bloody gummy teeth. “See who decided to come out of his lair.” He taunted with a smile involving more gums. “What? Have you decided to put an end to this nonsense?” Being raised in a mafia family involves training your body to be resistant to pain. You feel less pain than a normal person.“I’m sure you aren’t stupid enough to bel