“My father is not impressed that he’s the only one bringing in money for my wedding,” Valerie complained bitterly to her fiancé, Jonah. “Do you want people to laugh at me? They’re already saying I ended up with Charlotte’s sloppy seconds and now you can’t even afford the wedding you promised everyone would be a million times better than your uncle’s wedding.” “I’ll get the money,” Jonah assured her, holding back his hurt at her demeaning words. “My mother has gotten Xavier’s attention. It’s only a matter of time before he responds and pays us to stop speaking about the case.” Valerie stared at her husband in disgust. This was beyond embarrassing. Her soon-to-be husband had no money of his own, refused to get a job and was proud to admit that his hopeful source of income would come from slandering his uncle and being paid to shut up. How did her life go downhill like this? Her father, Sir White berated her everyday for ending up with the loser Roman. He had constantly pushed for he
Charlotte woke up with a smile sometime the next morning, although she didn't know what was causing it. She was extremely excited as she writhed on the bed, a plethora of pleasures washing all over her. The excitement settled in one part of her, making her moan out loudly. "Xavier?" she whispered. "Mmh," he said with his mouth full from between her legs. He increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit when he realized she was awake, and added an extra finger inside of her. She gasped loudly, and shut her mouth immediately with the palm of her hand, but he only increased his pace as if he wanted her to keep screaming and announce to everyone who cseed to know, that she was being greatly pleasured by him. He made slurping sounds as he lapped her juices up in his mouth like a starved man. One leg was on his back while the other was pressed against the bed, spreading her open and giving him complete access to pleasure her. His hands reached under her shirt to play with her nipples
“It’s beautiful,” Charlotte exclaimed, looking down at the view from the Montmartre. There were several other couples around them, exploring what was rumored to be one of the most romantic places to visit in Paris. “Just like you,” Xavier said, kissing her slightly. She stared at him for a few seconds, smitten but smiled back when she realized she had been staring and turned back to look at the view. When he did stuff like that, it felt too real. That nagging voice returned again, but she tuned it off, deciding to focus on what truly nattered. Xavier's hand wrapped around the small of her waist as they stared out at the surrounding areas of Paris together. "They don't call it the city of love for no reason," he remarked. Many other people were in their position, probably tourists like the , holding hands together as couples and looking down, completely in love. She ignored them and rested her head on Xavier’s chest, letting herself bask in the warmth she felt in that moment, not
A flashing light pierced through the eyes of Charlotte and Xavier, completely ending their little entanglement. “What the…!” Xavier exclaimed in disgust, turning to where the camera light had come from. Charlotte’s heart pounded when the man’s eyes turned to her. His lips were lifted at the sides with a smirk. “Goddamn paparazzi!” Xavier yelled and lightly dropped her. “How many of you are out there, huh? Won’t you just give me a breathing space for a minute? What the heck do you even want?” The man wearing the hoodie made no moves to try to escape even though he had been caught red handed, taking pictures of the couple. That angered Xavier the more. Walking to the smirking camera man, Xavier grabbed him by the collar and easily pressed him against the sharp metallic railing. For the first time, a note of alarm flashed through the young man’s face as he looked down. “Who do you work for, huh?” Xavier blared, his fingernails digging through the man’s collar into his neck and hang
Xavier’s hands balled into fists, but besides that, he showed no other reaction. He hated feeling this way. What was Charlotte hiding from him? Was this why she was so desperate to get the payment he had promised her? He never planned to monitor how she spent her money. It was hers after all even though he had given it to her, but if she was giving that much money to someone who she reacted like that around, then something iffy was definitely going on. “What kind of relationship do they have?” He texted the detective. “I haven’t been able to verify. Like I said before, he always kept a low profile and so did your wife until recently. I’ll still keep checking and I’ll definitely reach you as soon as I find out anything new.” Xavier typed “Matthew Sullivan” on his search engine, even though he knew he wouldn’t find anything meaningful. Was he a distant relative? Why would she send him that much money when she never tried to send any to her own family? Xavier had considered linki
Charlotte tossed and turned for hours on the bed, unable to catch a single lick of sleep. Her mind was torn between turning to the other side and telling Xavier everything, but if she did, he would see her in a different light and all their progress so far would come to nothing. On the other hand, as she didn’t say a word, he already suspected her and that was not good either. He had looked extremely hurt when she lied to him about Matt, especially right after attacking him for lying to her about work. He had probably already found out everything and had only asked her to hear what she had to say for herself. The thought of that almost pushed her to tell him the truth, but then a stubborn part of her hung onto the slim chance that he had simply been curious. She wanted nothing to ruin this honeymoon, but it seemed like the universe kept sending hurdle after hurdle to shatter her perfect myth of happiness. Charlotte heaved a sigh of relief when she heard Xavier’s footsteps leaving t
“It took me a while but I was able to find out who exactly this Matt Sullivan is,” Xavier’s detective told him a few days later over the phone. “In fact, this was very hard to find. It was almost as if someone was purposely leading me the wrong way.” “Tell me everything,” Xavier said breathlessly. He was doing a morning run, an exercise he hadn’t done in months. Now more than ever, he needed a reason to get out of the penthouse he shared with Charlotte. He was no longer afraid of whatever answer his detective would give. He didn’t care what it would do to his relationship with Charlotte. It was long overdue. Xavier had been lied to and deceived several times in the past by people who wanted to take advantage of him in business most especially, but none hurt as much as this. The problem was not the fact that she had lied. It was his severe reaction to her betrayal that seriously bothered him. Watching her look him straight into his eyes and lie to him, not once but twice had twis
Amidst her confusion, Charlotte blinked twice, wondering if she had heard right. “What?” She muttered. “Trivial?” He had found out everything she had been trying to hide- the fact that she had been drunk one night years ago and spent the rest of the night with her sister’s husband at the time and was currently paying him to hide it, yet somehow he considered the issue ‘trivial’. “Yes, trivial,” Xavier confirmed, pulling the seat he had been leaning against and sitting on it. “Why didn’t you tell me immediately he started asking you to send him money? Don’t you think I could have done something about it?” “I…I thought you would be mad,” she said, still not sure if this was a trap or not. The space between his brows creased. “Mad? Why?” “Well, not exactly mad but disappointed,” she said, glancing around. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to cause a strain in our fragile relationship.” “Why would I be disappointed?” She looked down, uncomfortable because he was going to m