“…I’m so happy to have you by my side. I can’t wait to see what beautiful things the future holds for us,” he said, completing the vow. The crowd erupted in cheers. Charlotte remained rigid, fighting the urge to let herself think too deeply into the specific things he had mentioned in his speech. Anyone who didn’t know how things really were between them would have soaked up his words and called him the most romantic man in the world. The priest said the words to bless the marriage and very soon, he pronounced them man and wife. It was done. There was no going back now. “You may kiss the bride,” he said after joining their hands together. Xavier gave her a weak smile before pulling her in for their first kiss as a married couple. Charlotte fought the urge to give in when his lips pressed against hers. She didn’t move her lips even when he alternated between both, ignoring him just as he had done to her when she tried to kiss him on that same island some days ago. Without warn
Charlotte sighed. This was getting really tiring. “I don’t care if you made a mistake. It’s too late now,” she said with a cracked voice. “Please show me to another room if you don’t mind. I’m sure you have over a gazillion of rooms you don’t use in this house.” Xavier cocked his head to the side, but luckily, he remained where he was. “I’m pleading, Charlotte,” he said solemnly. “May I just get a few minutes of your time? I just want to explain some things I’ve been keeping to myself, I promise.” “You had three days to talk to me but you didn’t,” she snapped, although she wondered why he was now being tender and apologetic toward her. “You clearly stated how you wanted things to be between us and I don’t plan to go back on it.”“I just said I made a mistake…” he breathed. “And suddenly that’s supposed to change everything?” “I had many things I was dealing with that I wasn’t ready to share but now I can see how that must have hurt you,” he said. Charlotte frowned deeply. This
Charlotte knocked hard on the door before she could get a chance to change her mind, and waited. There was no response, and the door didn’t open either. She chuckled. This was ridiculous. All of a sudden, the pep talk she had given herself before coming here now sounded silly to her. Was she really back here after what had just happened between them? What was she even going to say if he opened the door? That he should forget all the things she had said and make her scream her lungs out in ecstasy as he plunged into her? Wow. Where was that coming from? Charlotte chuckled again. It must be the wine. She had a little too much to drink at the party and also while she was in the bathtub and that was why her mind was pushing her to make the absolute worst decisions and to think they sounded normal. It was also the wine that made her start pounding on his door so hard that even people outside could have heard it. If he didn’t open it this time, then she would know he was doing the rig
Charlotte walked into the room when Xavier stood aside from the door to make way for her. She tried to hide the smile on her face as she walked in, and headed straight for the dresser. Xavier shut the door behind her and locked it. She ignored the tremor in her heart at thought that that she was now locked in with him. “Where exactly did you last see the phone?” She asked without looking at him. “I’m not sure, but I have a feeling it might be at the head of the bed,” he mused in a deep voice, taking slow steps toward the bed. “Why don’t you come check?” Strangely, she was enjoying the game he was playing. Tucking her tongue inside her cheek, she walked to the side of the bed where he assured her it was. She bent over and raised the pillows, knowing her short sheer nightdress bunched up at the sides and revealed more of her thighs. She smiled to herself when she heard his sharp intake of breath. “I still can’t find anything here,” she said after a while, straightening up. When she
“How do you feel?” Xavier asked Charlotte with a lazy smile on his face. He was intoxicated by everything about her- her smile, her smell, how easily she caved under him when he kissed her. Charlotte blushed and glanced away momentarily. “Great,” she replied. Xavier pursed his lips. He hated the way she was still not free around him. It always seemed like she was holding back, even on things that she clearly wanted. She had come into his room on her own and when he opened the door, he had seen the fire in her eyes and the way her nipples poked out of her nightdress and immediately knew what had brought her to his room. Unfortunately, at the slightest distress, she had guarded herself up again and tried to leave. Xavier knew that if he left her alone for just a few seconds, she would rethink everything and immediately get up from his laps and run back into her room. He was greatly to blame for it, though. Although he could blame her fear on all she had gone through in her marriag
Charlotte bit her lip as Xavier massaged the back of her thighs, rubbing slowly but expertly and making her yearn for more. It was getting harder to concentrate. Each time his fingers brushed against her butt, her breath hitched and her core tightened automatically. She desperately expected his hands to go up. Xavier seemed oblivious to the dilemma she was facing. He simply massaged the places he promised to massage, not going anywhere explicit. She was completely naked under him, free for him to do anything, yet he maintained his position. Charlotte twitched and eased down a little each time his hand ‘accidentally’ came so close to her dripping core. She wanted more, for his fingers to go in and relieve her of that undeniable ache within her, but she wasn’t brave enough to voice out her desires. Maybe it was the pent up emotions for years, the wine, the aphrodisiac or simply the fact that she was reacting like any other woman who was in a room with a man as hot as Xavier would re
Xavier struggled to control his breath. She had just said she wanted him. She was literally rubbing his erection, yet he couldn’t bring himself to make a move. That was very unlike him. He was so afraid to do something wrong and mess this up just like he always did with her. Sure she looked excited now, but what would happen when she was no longer under the daze of desire? “Please,” Charlotte muttered when she noticed his hesitation. She could almost guess what he was thinking. He probably didn’t want her to run off and close up on him after they had come this far.Xavier kept watching her with an expression on his face that she couldn’t read. He was searching for something, probably the level of her sincerity before he pushed further. “You don’t have to worry about me,” he whispered, rubbed her head and got up with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ll sort myself out.” Her gaze dropped down to the bulge in his shorts that was literally standing out for attention and was impo
When Charlotte woke up the next morning, she was slightly disappointed when she felt the empty space beside her on Xavier’s bed. It was so bright that morning which meant it was a bit late. She had overslept and he hadn’t tried to wake her up. Maybe he didn’t want things to be awkward between them. She yawned and stretched on the bed. She tried to tiptoe out of the room but when she got to the door, it opened on its own. “Good morning madam,” an unfamiliar older woman wearing a maid’s uniform greeted her. “Uh, good morning,” Charlotte muttered, wishing the woman would just leave and let her go back to her room before Xavier returned. “Where’s Marcella. The other maid.” “She had other duties,” she responded. The maid looked Charlotte up and down and smiled, making her self-conscious. Without thinking, Charlotte covered her chest protectively because the nightdress she was wearing now felt too exposed. “You must be tired after your wedding night,” the woman said and Charlotte’s ey