~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.
~Zia~ Since I was sixteen, I’ve looked forward to the day that I’ll get married to Calvin. I designed this wedding dress a week after I learned of our betrothal. That’s how excited I was. It’s a mirage of color between white champagne and nude fabric. Mom’s friend, Sylvia Marino, a well-known fashion designer, made this for me. She turned my messy design to captivate both a luxurious and bohemian vibe. Sylvia accentuated the V-neckline with handmade pleats and embroidered lace appliqué that trails from the bodice, straps to the keyhole back detail. The A-line ball gown skirt also bears the exact delicate details and forms an extravagant chapel length train. This was the only detail in my wedding that was purely my idea. Mom and Francine took care of everything apart from my dress, but a lot of things have changed
~Zia~ Xavier’s gesture baffled me. All I could do was gape at his back, headed to where Calvin was. My eyelids fluttered fast as if I had discomfort believing what’s happening today. Calvin lifted the beer to his lips, eyes passing glance at me and back to Xavier. I chewed on my lip, watching from afar as Xavier spoke to Calvin. It seems like they’re only having a brother-to-brother conversation from where I sat until Calvin shook his head. My hand gripped the edge of my seat when Xavier wrapped his arms around Calvin’s shoulder, pulling him away from the small crowd of guests. “Shit,” I hissed, standing on my feet. We held the reception at Francine’s newly purchased hotel and resort. From the direction Xavier took, they
~Zia~ We boarded a commercial plane. It’s surprising. I’ve always thought that Xavier lived a life of luxury. Our families both own airplanes and private jets, but commercial flights are a bit refreshing. I didn’t ask why. I just enjoyed the feel of Xavier’s hands holding mine. Xavier holds onto my passport and ticket, determined to keep me wondering where he’s taking me. I didn’t know we’re headed to Thailand until the pilot announced it. “Ko Samui?” I asked, biting my lip, sitting comfortably in our business class seats. Xavier hummed, “it’s a long flight. Get some rest.” I giggled in response, excitement flooding my system. ~~
~Zia~ He groaned, giving in to his desire, palming my breast, kneading both deliciously as he crushed his lips against mine. Gone was the gentle Xavier, replaced by this aroused beast I’m yet to get accustomed to. He kissed me, leaving my lips swollen, before scaling the columns of my neck. My hand rested on his shoulder, gripping him tight as I threw my head back, losing myself in his touch. “Oh, Xavier,” I moaned when his mouth clamped on my nipple, his fingers tweaking the other. He gave it a gentle bite before moving to the neglected one, setting my world into an uproar. I cried when he gave my pebbled bud a delectable bite. He grunted, licking his way down my stomach leading further down. While he gets closer to my sex, my breathing comes out shallow, moaning at the first touch of his warm tongue on my slit.
~Zia~ Most of the time, I overthink things before they ever happen. It’s like a sickness that has no cure. However, what transpired between Xavier and me is something that never crossed my mind. It’s mind-blowing, muscle-numbing, and heart-bursting… “What’s the verdict?” Xavier broke the silence, dominated by our ragged breathing. We’re still lying side by side. Rose petals scattered around the white sheets. Some stuck on my skin, a few petals flew on the floor through our heated moment, but I couldn’t care less. The room, although well ventilated by the open balcony, smelled of roses and sex. God. I just lost my virginity, and it felt… “Good,” I replied, surprised by the rawness of my voice.
~Zia~ I stopped pouting. Not voluntarily, though, but I don’t mind Xavier’s way of taking away my pout. A smile wanted to tear my face in half as we continued the drive after that mind-blowing kiss. ~~ I understood now why Xavier wanted me to put some decent clothes on. But it’s his fault for not telling me where we’re headed in the first place. Our first stop was to see Big Buddha Temple in Ko Samui District. We took pictures - Xavier took pictures of me, but I wanted a photo of us together as well. I asked a few tourists to take a picture of us. Xavier was a bit stiff in the first few shots, but I guess that was because of our arrangement. Still, I’m grateful that he didn’t turn down the idea. Next on the itinerary was