Charlotte swallowed, completely stunned by his words. For several seconds, she stood frozen, unable to pull her eyes away from his gray ones which she was lost in. Her chest swelled repeatedly as she drew in deep breaths, trying to come to terms with his words. She struggled to prevent her shock from showing. Xavier had confessed to her how much he enjoyed toying with her just a few minutes ago. She half-expected him to laugh in her face and tell her he was only joking about needing her, but when the seconds passed and his expression still didn’t change, it became evident he wasn’t joking. Xavier was staring down at her with a longing that verified his last statement. He was searching for something in her eyes, a confirmation perhaps that she shared his feelings.“What do you mean?” She asked, breathing fast. “You understand perfectly well what I mean, Charlotte,” he said, placing a hand under her jaw and forcing her to look up at him. “You need me?” She asked. “For what?” His gaz
The house looked even bigger than Charlotte remembered. Her eyes widened when Xavier led her to the dining room which was just as big as a conference hall. She sat down on the first chair and Xavier sat next to her thankfully. The dress she was wearing suddenly felt too tight on her, and too much for something as casual as eating in the house. Xavier hadn’t even noticed the dress. She felt ridiculous. When they were both sitting, the maid announced what the meal was. “Roasted chicken with wild mushrooms, spinach, and a rich demi-glace, served with saffron-infused rice, chili sauce and boiled chicken broth.” She curtsied and left the room. Charlotte had neither heard of nor tasted the meal before. There were too many side dishes and too much cutlery as well. She didn’t know which one was to be used for which food. She had never been under this much pressure just to have a meal before. “Does she always announce the food before you eat it?” Charlotte asked, deciding to reduce the st
Charlotte’s blush deepened. She had put on that dress on purpose and he had noticed. However, he didn’t say anything else about it, so they ate the rest of the meal in silence. When they were done eating, Charlotte’s stomach started to turn, so she excused herself before anything got out of hand. “Why are you in such a hurry?” Xavier asked. “You’ve been cooped up in that house for days. You can stay here to watch a movie or something… I mean, if you want.” He avoided her gaze when he spoke. Charlotte was almost tempted to take the offer. After all, she was really tired of staying in the house all alone all day. However, just before she could agree, her stomach rumbled again. “I have to go,” she muttered, standing up from her seat and practically bolting to the door. “It can’t wait.” He looked disappointed, but she couldn’t tell him what the problem really was.She cursed her sensitive stomach as she ran downstairs to her part of the house. This never happened to her all the times
“Eighty million?” Charlotte gasped. The sales woman looked at her like she had lost her mind. “Is there a problem? Is it too cheap?” She asked. “This is the most expensive dress in the whole state currently. I assure you…” “No, no. It’s fine,” Charlotte said. “You discussed the price with Xavier?” “Oh of course. His budget was one hundred million but this is the most expensive we have in stock. Let me try this on for you.” There was no reason to be dramatic about it. Xavier wanted to go all out for his wedding. It was a business venture for him basically. The more beautiful and expensive she appeared, the better it would be for him - as he once explained. If he wanted to spend millions on the dress then so be it. When Charlotte looked at her reflection in the mirror after putting it on, she was speechless. The dress lived up to its worth. It was so beautiful, she felt a surge of warmth fill her chest so strongly, she felt like crying. Never did she think that a single piece of
“He was lying,” Charlotte muttered. “That bastard was lying.” Oh. Xavier’s personal assistant glared at her. “Excuse me. I hope you’re not talking about Mr Roman.” “And what if I am?” Charlotte challenged. “I don’t know who you think you are, but just because he probably fucked you one time does not mean you get the right to speak about him anyway you like. Do you know who he is? Do you know what he can do to you if I tell him what you said?” Charlotte’s eyes widened. Her hands shook in anger. The atmosphere was getting tense. “Girls, girls…” Carlos said, hoping to calm them down. “Who the hell are you calling girl!” Charlotte charged at him. Jeez. This girl, sorry, woman was scary when she was angry. Carlos couldn’t tell her he could only see her as a girl since that was what she had been the last time he saw her. “Carlos, where did you pick this mad woman from?” Xavier’s PA asked, rolling her eyes at Charlotte. Did she really not know who Charlotte was? Sure, Xavier had g
“Just relax, ma’am,” Carlos told her as they walked down to the car. “People are always creating rumors about him, even his employees unfortunately.” “It’s fine,” she said, but it was obviously not fine at all. “Let’s go home. I shouldn’t have come here in the first place.” Carlos sighed. If only his boss had answered her call or if he had been honest about where he was. He loved and respected his boss, but sometimes Xavier did stupid things. Just before he could start the car, his phone beeped in his pocket. He picked it up and saw it was a message from Xavier. -Where are you both now?” The message read. Carlos looked over to be sure Charlotte couldn’t see the message. She didn’t even look interested in whatever was going on. She was facing the window, deep in her own thoughts. -We just left your office. She threatened to call someone else to take her if I didn’t” Carlos texted back. Now he was telling Xavier what happened, he was a little scared because his boss wouldn’t unde
Before Charlotte could say anything, she was distracted by someone in a casual wear of a beach T-shirt and shorts, walking over to the car. Xavier was a few meters away, yet when he walked, he walked with a gait that seemed to stop time itself. Charlotte had never seen him this causally dressed. Something about seeing his muscles displayed through the clothes as the wind rustled through it made her feel hot all over. Charlotte’s words hung in her mouth as she watched him come over, all the unpleasant things she wanted to say automatically dying in her mouth. “What’s the problem?” Xavier asked when he finally got to them. Charlotte shook her head and frowned even more deeply. How could she let herself get distracted like that? “She says she wants to go home,” Carlos complained about her to his boss as if she wasn’t there. “Too bad. She’s not going anywhere,” Xavier said. “Excuse me?” She yelled, unable to take it any longer. How could he just ride over her decision like that? “
Charlotte’s first time in a yacht was not a pleasant experience at all. What she thought would be a romantic getaway for only the both of them turned out to be anything but that. As Xavier rightly said, the yacht was just a way for them to move from that part of the beach to the other where the wedding was to hold. There were several other people there- men loading some things, and event planners returning with some materials for their design. Everyone was busy with their work, especially Xavier who was overseeing everything. She felt out of place and indeed she was. It was her wedding, but she had no idea what was going on about it, even where it was being held until that day, and she was only here because Xavier was tired of her irritating him. She couldn’t blame anyone for it though. She had all but forgotten the time of the wedding and had never really bothered to ask anything about it. A part of her just assumed that someone as wealthy as he was just had to make a call somewhe