Charlotte preferred not to hold back when she told him how she felt. It didn’t make sense to let herself get used to this part of him, only to watch him change whenever he pleased. Xavier pursed his lips, but he didn’t stop stroking her hair. “I already apologized for what I did, more times than I can remember. Can’t we just let the past be in the past?” He asked. That was a passive aggressive response, but at least he didn’t stand up or try to walk away. Not like he could anyway. They were on a plane. "It's not completely in the past if there's still a chance of it happening again, Xavier," she said. He sighed. "What do you want me to say now? I already promised it won't happen again. This is getting tiring." Charlotte remained silent. He made it seem like she was purposely trying to start an argument, which she didn't like at all. His hand that was stroking her hair stilled, as if he was waiting for the next thing she would say to make him flip. Charlotte hated the fact that s
“Yes,” Charlotte responded immediately. She didn’t try to hide her eagerness. Even if this new proposal was fake, it was still better than what she had before, so she was willing to accept it. Even if it meant living a lie for a whole month, she would take it. After all, the truth she had been living all her life was not any better. Charlotte understood his fear. He had let it slip once before and let her know why he was so unstable with her. Beyond his tough exterior was a man inside who was scared of getting hurt again. Xavier lightly squeezed her hand and gave her a small smile. “Before we begin, I want to say something,” she said, clearing her throat. “Go on…” he said uncertainly. “I know you want to keep me away from your personal life because of what happened with your ex-wife Laura, but I want to tell you again that I’m not her and I’ll never be her. I also have a lot of trauma from my past marriage. I think instead of letting it put us down, we should walk through it with
It was quite dark by the time the jet landed in London. Maybe it was the difference in time zones or just the weather in general, but neither of them could stay awake for long. Charlotte wasn’t even in the mood to admire the very grand building they were to stay in while they remained in London like she usually did. All she wanted to do was hug a pillow and sleep for the next several hours. She woke up with a start some time later. She was breathing fast because she had just had a bad dream, although she couldn’t remember what it was. As Charlotte calmed herself down, she couldn’t tell if it was still night or whether it was the next morning because of the blackout curtains. Deciding to check for herself, she got up from the bed and walked down to the window. Save for a few lights here and there in other buildings, it was pitch black as it was still deep in the night. “What’s wrong?” Xavier asked her sleepily. “Why aren’t you in bed?” Charlotte tiptoed back to the bed. “Is it o
"Still don't feel sleepy?" Xavier asked after a long while, surprising Charlotte who assumed he had gone to sleep because of his silence. "No," she whispered as he began stroking her hair again. "Neither do I," he said. Charlotte wondered if he had simply lied to make her feel better about keeping him awake. "What do we do now?" A blush colored her cheeks when a certain thought occured to her. She had several ideas of what they could do that night and none of them was innocent. "How about we see a movie," she suggested. "Alright then," he said, getting up slowly from the bed so as not to disturb her. He switched the Tv on and began to peruse through the various cable channels available, trying to select the one that was the most bearable. When he finally settled on an 80's sitcom, he asked Charlotte if that was what she wanted and returned to his position behind her. By then, she was sitting up, so when he returned to his side of the bed, she rested her back on him and he wrappe
"Come on," Xavier whispered in her ear as his fingers slipped into her shorts and parted her soaking folds. "Don't make this so easy for me." He was taunting her, doing these things on purpose when he knew how she would react to him. She arched her back slightly, but his hands did not stop their sweet torture, not like she wanted them to. At this point, she didn't care what he thought about her. She would gladly lose his stupid game if it meant she could finally get that release she had been craving ever since the air hostess interrupted them on their flight here. "Xavier," she moaned and shut her eyes tightly when one of his meandering fingers finally penetrated her core. His thumb remained firmly pressed on the lower part of her clit, rubbing ever so slightly as he added a second finger into her mound. "Yeah?" he breathed against her as he ran his tongue over the sensitive part of her neck. His right hand interchanged between breasts as he palmed each one at a time, paying close
Xavier yawned as he opened his eyes slightly. It was bright because for some reason, the lights in the room had come on automatically and were painfully bright. Even with the uncomfortable light, Xavier still felt very relaxed. When he felt a weight on his chest, he looked down and smiled, figuring out the reason behind his great mood that morning. Charlotte was fast asleep on his chest, straddling him. Her hair was all over the place,so he moved some parts of it away so he would have a clearer view of her face. He smiled when he looked at her. Her mouth was slightly open and her hands and legs were wrapped around him, as if she was afraid he would disappear during the night. Xavier wanted to watch her sleep for longer, but unfortunately, a loud knock came from the door. Charlotte twitched a little in her sleep, but she didn’t wake up. He pulled away from her carefully, and although she twisted and turned, when he was finally standing, she was still asleep. It made him laugh to
"Is this how badly you wanted to stay back home?" Xavier asked Charlotte when they were in their first tour site- Buckingham palace. They were the only people there, besides the tour guides who were showing them the places and talking about the history of each room they entered. Charlotte kept rolling her eyes, and she looked like that was the last place she wanted to be. She kept yawning and didn't even try to feign being interested in what their guide was saying. Booking this place now seemed like such a wasted effort for Xavier."I told you I was tired," she said and crossed her arms over the other. His jaw tensed. “I apologize. I wrongly thought you would appreciate this place." "I don't care about the British and their history. I just didn't want to leave the house today," she whined, stating what her problem actually was. The two guides paused their tour and watched the couple argue, looking from Xavier to Charlotte and wondering what they were supposed to do. "I'm sorry,"
“What?” Charlotte gasped. “If you don’t leave, I’ll run over all of you! Just try and see,” Xavier warned, winding down his window and yelling at the reporters who only pushed more cameras into his face. Charlotte stared open-mouthed at everything going on. There were several cameras and microphones in her face, but she just gaped at them and said nothing. Xavier was still arguing with the reporters who only swarmed around him the more. He yelled obscenities at them as he struggled to find a way out, things she had never heard him say before. He didn’t appear surprised by their allegations. He was acting differently now, but that was excusable. He was angry. But that didn’t mean he could murder someone. The commotion was too much, but she seemed out of it. How could they say that Xavier was a murderer? Hadn’t they done enough? “Ma’am,” the reporter who had given her the bad news prodded, holding the edges of the open window so that no one else would take her spot. “What does it fe