"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
Xavier pushed past the woman and entered the emergency room even though he knew he wasn’t allowed in there yet. “How is she?” He asked aloud, and rushed to Charlotte’s side when he saw she was awake. “How do you feel?” He asked Charlotte, sitting beside her and holding her hands tenderly in his. “Alright,” she said with a weak voice. “Is she fit to be taken out of this hospital?” He asked the nurses who had remained silent since he barged into the room. “She’s fine, just a little weak, so yes she can be taken home now,” one of the nurses responded. “Okay,” he nodded and dialed a number on his phone. “I need you to come to Primerose Memorial hospital right now.” He held a hand over the receiver and asked the nurse, “Is there a back door that not many people know of that I can take her through?” The head nurse shook her head. “No there isn’t.” “There is,” the first nurse who came out to meet him said. The others glared at her. “It’s not accessible to patients or visitors!” “Do
“Lethal injection?” Charlotte asked with wide eyes. “Yes,” he replied with a nod. Charlotte felt a chill run down her spine. That was such a grievous offense. Why would he ever try to cover it up? “Did you ever find the person that did it?” She asked, fearing the answer. He sighed. “Yes. It was him.” She squinted, confused. “Him?” “His sickness worried him. He didn’t want to watch it slowly take his life from him. He wanted things to end on his own terms. I discouraged him from going ahead with it when he told me, but I should have taken more measures to prevent it from happening.”“Oh, he…” she started, but didn’t have the mind to utter the words. “Yes,” he said, looking at her like he knew she didn’t fully believe him. “The procedure is not legal in the state. When I found out, I was disappointed, but it was already too late. Unfortunately, the autopsy results were announced publicly without my consent and an investigation was carried out. When I tried to halt it, I became th
They stood outside in the balcony in silence for a long while, each lost in their own thoughts. No words needed to be exchanged. Basking in the peace that simply being with him brought was enough. They watched the sun set and when she yawned, he suggested they go inside. Even though she didn’t feel remotely sleepy, she lay on the bed beside him and closed her eyes. She had no desire to operate her phone or even switch on the Tv. She didn’t want to come across any news station or article talking about her and Xavier. He adjusted her until she was lying on him, with her head on his chest and his hands over her neck. “Thanks for believing me,” he said after a while. “I was married to your nephew for the worst two years of my life. From him, I know what the rest of his family is like,” she said. “I would be a fool not to believe you.” He laughed, but it sounded strained. “I am also a part of his family.” “But they all hate you so that means you’re doing something right.” “I guess
"Good morning," Xavier said with a lazy smile when Charlotte opened her eyes that morning. "Good morning," she greeted back with a blush when she realized she was still lying on top of him. That was weird because she was an active sleeper and never remained in the same position all night. "You kept slipping off but I placed you here myself," he answered her unasked question, while removing a strand of hair that slightly covered her eye. "Oh," she muttered, suddenly feeling self-conscious now that it was bright everywhere. It was one thing to fondle and bang each other's brains out at night, but it was another to face him the next morning, completely naked and under the full glare of the daylight. Daylight, where everyone could see everything. Her eyes popped open when a sudden thought occurred to her. "What if there are cameras here?" she asked with a note of alarm in her voice. Xavier didn't seem perturbed. His lips curved up a little in amusement at her worry. "The Prime mini