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
Charlotte kept walking, hoping to get as far away from Xavier as possible. As she walked, it seemed like she was going in a huge circle. She just hoped she wouldn’t go too far. However, when she reached a spot and saw the huge container where all the wedding supplies had been stored, it hit her. This was no beach. It was an island. They were getting married on a private island. No wonder they needed the yacht to get there. She shouldn’t be so impressed, she thought, taking one of the seats that had been left behind by the event planners. He had the money and she didn’t even know how much getting married in a private island cost anyway. How the guests would come in was none of her business. It wasn’t like there was any of them that she had a close relationship with. It dawned on her that there was really no way out of there. Now she understood what Davis meant when he said they could only leave if he wanted them to. An exhilarating chill ran down her spine at the thought of being
For over ten seconds, they kept staring at each other. Xavier didn’t seem fazed by her outburst and that was a problem. “I’m sorry for confusing you,” he muttered. “I confused myself also.” Charlotte scoffed. “Just how far are you willing to take this Xavier? Are you so desperate to see me fawn over you? Does it turn you on? Is that why you won’t leave me alone? You want to be the one doing the pushing and not the other way around!”“Won’t you just listen to me for fuCk’s sake!” He snapped, shocking her. She would have fallen backward if he hadn’t been holding her. “I’m sorry I yelled. I…I don’t really know what I’m doing,” he stuttered. “If you can’t say it then show me,” she whispered, staring at his mouth. Using the same hand he was holding her with, he pulled her to him, wrapping an arm around her waist. His lips were directly on hers but he didn’t make a move. Her heart pounded in her chest. This was exactly what she had been trying to avoid but now she was in this position