Never open an email from an unknown source, much less click a link embedded in random emails. I never thought that such a simple thing as email could cause someone a tremendous headache. Well, technically, we won’t know what the effect of my best friend’s ‘fun’ escapade would do to Xavier.
When Penny began doing her so-called ‘investigation,’ I heard her curse and grumble like the grouchy child that she is.
Remember when I said she’s odd? Well, she’s even weirder when she’s in front of a computer. I heard her mumble something about ‘annoying firewalls,’ ‘fucking smartasses,’ too many times. When she talks to her laptop that way, I knew better than to ask what her problem was. Only a few moments passed, and white-hot steam came out of her ears and fire from her nose and mouth.
However, before Penny went home, she
He changed... a lot. He’s still as beautiful as I’d remember him, but damn, I understand now why Penny and my friends were gaping at him. His long hair, which my fingers pulled and tugged at one point while losing myself in his luscious lips, is now shorter in a military haircut. I forced my eyes to not check him out further, but I can’t help it. Like a magnet, my eyes kept wandering to savor this fine specimen. While I stared at the offered flowers for me, my eyes darted towards his chest. Even with his navy blue suit jacket, the toned muscles of his pectoral remained on display through his fitted ashen shirt. He paired this semi-formal look with dark jeans and biker boots, showcasing his signature sexy yet rough appearance. “Thank you.” I reached for the roses, our fingers brushed gently. I tried my hardest to
One guy introduced himself as Lu and led us to the VIP lounge the moment we stepped inside the club. Nothing has changed with the interior of Cielo. The dancing laser lights and the intoxicated crowd still have the same effect on me. It’s suffocating and warm - too warm. All these sweaty bodies grinding on one another create such a unique whiff. The seven of us occupied one side of the bar in the lounge. As per his boss’ instruction, Lu personally gave us the said VIP treatment by serving as our bartender. We all ordered martinis for starters, and Lu keeps cracking jokes that sell to my friends. Even Penny is enjoying his company. I guess this is not such a bad idea after all. However, my mind kept drifting to my fiancé. We’ve consumed a few glasses of alcohol already, and I haven’t seen even a shadow of him.
“Did you enjoy it?” Xavier followed me out of the club. After that little scene, I created for myself, vile rose from my belly to my mouth. I’ve never been this careless before, and it’s all because of this stupid jealousy when I saw Xavier with his woman. With half-consumed bottled water in my hand, I stood under the lamppost on the curb, waiting for Erik to come and pick me up. I shouldn’t have listened to Penny. I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. Me and clubs, Cielo in particular, will never be a delightful combination. I emptied the content of the water bottle I grabbed from the bar before exiting the building, tossing the container on the bin under the lamppost. It was better to ignore Xavier. I don’t know if he witnessed everything, or he’s just try
~Xavier~ Her words sliced through my soul. It’s surprising. For the longest time, I believed I didn’t have one. I have long feared that my dumb brother would destroy everything our father planned for us. And he did. He did not fucking disappoint. I warned him to stop fooling around, respect Zia, and cherish her like I did with Nadia. She’s pure, damn pure, for this life. And if she marries me, she’ll have no escape from the claws of my sins that are bound to follow me in my grave. “Every time you see her,” Lu patted my back, “you always end up emptying a bottle of Jacks.” He rounded the bar in the VIP lounge, drawing a bottle of Corona for himself, taking a seat beside me. Cielo is eerie, a strange but familiar place to
~Xavier~ Zia stands out in the sea of people consumed by love and hunger for money, power, and greed. So pure and innocent. The red ball gown did little justice to her perfect curves. The dress has a typical design, honestly. Threadlike strap, plunging V neckline, and I’m well aware of the hidden zipper of that dress. Whatever Zia wears - I realized - my mind will always strip her naked. The sight of her never fails to turn me on. Like a fucking pervert, my head keeps drifting on how she would look wearing nothing. How her legs, hidden under that full length ball skirt - would feel wrapped around my waist while I submerge myself in her undoubtedly tight cunt. I wonder how it would feel to envelop her perky nipples with m
~Zia~ The sight of men carrying guns around is nothing new to me. Apart from Erik, we have hundreds of security personnel working in the mansion who look as if they’re always ready to protect our place from an uprising. Dad personally saw to it that Nadia and I knew how to defend ourselves. We trained in self-defense, handling guns growing up - even if we hated it. The sight of Xavier pointing a gun at Roman’s head didn’t bother me at all. What surprised me is the anger painted on his face. Honestly, he has no right to be mad at me if I sleep with someone else! “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” His hand shot up, grabbing my forearm before I could skirt around him out of the billiard hall. Blazing forest-green h
~Zia~ Xavier’s lips tasted so sweet. No, he tastes sweeter than before. I moaned when his fingers sewed into my hair, fisting my locks and ruining my updo in the process. A pair of rough, warm palms clasping my face, angling my mouth to gain better access, devouring my lips. His wonderful warm tongue seamed my lower lip, teasing me to let him. In my head, I’m still asking myself if this is the right thing to do. Thoughts of the rejection he did to me eight months ago still hangs above my head. ‘What ifs’ are refraining me from giving in even if my body is already celebrating his touch. A deep growl resonated from his throat when I kept my resistance up. My hand remained closed on my side, but his hands were busy working on me. He let go of my face; one glided around
~Zia~ “Give it back, X,” I hissed while I kept tugging on his suit jacket like a child asking for ice cream. He merely chuckled, shaking his head, enjoying this torture he’s putting me through. The sound of the gathering is getting clearer. Panic rose through my chest at realizing the seriousness of this situation I was in. This man’s determination about keeping my underwear is disturbing! He’ll put me in a compromising position, for fuck’s sake. I’m so exposed down there - not to mention - sensitive, wet, and still throbbing. “X…” I pleaded, trying hard to keep up with his long strides. “Please-” “Where did you two go?” Seeing Mom’s anxious face drizzled a cold shower over my features.