"I must say, darling. You look absolutely splendid today. What's the occasion?" Camilla said as she spread jam over her toast.Xander studied his wife from under his lashes, a faint blush appeared in the base of her neck, she was dressed in a white turtle neck top with jeans, her hair was braided, he could almost see the brown curls tucked neatly behind her ears.He wanted to devour her, to undress her, to run his fingers through her soft silk skin, memories of last night torment him, he wanted to do it again, and again, and gosh, those lips. He just wanted to-"Xander." His mother looked at him worriedly as if to tell him to get his shit together, apparently she had just said something, and he wasn't listening. Breakfast with his mother never tended well.Lucas was minding his own food, something about his demeanor was different. He was quiet, unusually quiet. His dark hair styled behind his ears. His dark eyes fixated on the food. Azura ate her food quietly. Zane, Xavier and his fat
Zane's shoe huffed on the floor hurriedly, as he passed by the halls, something unsettling was deep down in the pit of his stomach, it twisted his gut. He had felt that sickening feeling years ago when he knew something was going to happen.Because he knew. The past was almost resurfacing itself into the present and down unto the future. Lucas had informed him of the letter, now. He had tons of worries to do.He spread out his jacket and threw it on the rack, his heavy breathing constantly telling him it was going to be okay.It wasn't, because his mind was distorted and then- He heard a string that made him pause in his steps.Not a string, music. Calm, gentle playing of the keyboard, he was astounded, no one played the keyboard that well, he traced the music to the room. The oak door stared back at him, without knowing, he pushed it gently.The person behind the large keyboard didn't look up, it was as though he wasn't even there. Azura was concentrated on the keyboard, her hands mo
Nicole's hand flicked towards the pages, she stared at the type-written words on the paper, it didn't seem to fascinate her one bit.She was on the swing in the garden, inhaling the fresh smell of flowers. Her mind darted around.Xander. She almost scoffed at the perspective, he didn't trust her, yet after everything they had shared. He didn't fucking trust her.She snapped the crisp book shut before bobbing out of the swing, she was thirsty, so she headed towards the kitchen.After taking out a bottle of water, she walked towards the dining room. Xander's father was there. His hands skimming through a book, she thought of going, but when he eyes met her. He said simply."Come and sit."She took a seat as instructed, and peeled open the bottle of water.He chuckled lightly, staring at her. "You look so much like your father. Those gray eyes are always watching me, like he was trying to read me." He snapped the book shut. "That's what you are doing too.""Oh." She hadn't even realized,
Morning arrived far earlier than Nicole thought, she groaned into her pillow, shutting her eyes away from the light that had blinded her, last night, when she hopped into bed in her undergarments. She had wished for Xander to join her so they could talk.It's surprising how she, Nicole Hart, wanted to actually talk with Xander Castillo, not flirting, just talking. Natural talking, but he said he had somewhere to be, she couldn't forget the disappointment that panged her heart when he left her alone.She had stared up at the ceiling before she finally closed her eyes to the web of sleep, now she was awoken and wondering how she would start her day.The door pushed open and a maid trolled in, her face white as morning, "Young Mistress, I already picked out your clothes for the morning, also. I picked the hairstyle you would like to braid."Nicole threw the sheets over her body, before her feet touched the ground, she faced the maid and said bluntly. "Pick a shirt and a trouser for me, I
"End!" A voice shrill as ice.Xander panted heavily, his chest heaving down, as damp sweat trickled down his chin, until it landed along his jaw.A figure walked up to him, handing him a bottle of water, "Young Master." He performed a curt bow.The cork of the bottle flew across the room, and Xander chugged it down, gazing at his opponent who sprawled on the floor, blood oozing freely out of his body, his jaw was broken, and his legs were coupled together, as one who had been electrified.Xander gazed disdainfully at the figure. "Get him away!""Yes," The figure, whose name was Lucas said, as he walked towards the already crippled man who sprawled on the floor, sustaining his wounds."Please." The man on the floor finally said. "I am sorry, have mercy. Please."Xander scoffed, his eyes blaring with anger. "You said you would beat me in a duel? Am I the one begging for mercy now?" He scoffed."I was wrong, I really was. Please forgive me." He begged."You can never outgrow your master,
"Marriage plans." Her voice, rough and hazy.He finally accepted defeat and sighed, he wasn’t ready to marry, all his life, it was just him training hard along with Zane and Lucas."Think about it, I chatted with Natasha over the phone yesterday, and Nicole’s still single." He didn’t find it odd at all, Natasha, Nicole’s mother and his mother had gone way back, they were all friends."Why would I care?" He demanded.She shrugged, following his eyes movement."Your father wants you married." He winced slightly.His father.His father. The most notorious mafia boss in all of Italy, wanted his own son to get married, when he looked at the concept, he wondered why his sweet mother fell in love with such a guy, his father was cruel basically to him, training him hard all day long.'A man can never be weak.'But, there was some soft part of his father, and when they weren’t seen training they were having a manly conversation."I don’t care." His eyes darkened.Camilla heaved a sigh, it woul
Nicole blinked, her eyes growing tired all of a sudden, the papers shook aggressively under her firm grip. "Xander?"Xander.Xander. That man she hated, was her matchmaker, she sustained a scoff, pretending to be busy with the papers. "I don’t think that will work." She stared up at them.The two women took a quick glance at each other, and then Natasha spoke up. "He’s the only one who matches all your demand, he is neutral, you can live in the same house but you don’t always have to see him, he’s not ready to love, you aren’t, you are perfect together."Nicole pondered."Give it a try, I will arrange lunch for you when he’s back, and you guys can talk. Is that okay?" Nicole nodded her head.The two women pushed the chairs aside. "We would go now." They stumbled towards the door.The pen fell unto the bundles of papers, and the windows blew furiously causing her hair to be scatter, layers rumpling down her face, Xander? He was coming back to New York, last time he and his mother had m
A day later, as soon as the clock ticked nine o' clock in the night, Nicole switched of the laptop, gazing around the office, her hands brushed against the keys, as she stood up from the chair, her eyes ticking brightly and suddenly remembering one particular guy.Xander Castillo.She gazed around the office, walking over to the window, the sky was dark, covered with clouds which darkened every minute, the peaceful howling of owls, the busy jamming of the city taxis, she shut the windows close before walking out of the company, and down to her car, she got in and drove.Her mind raced in different corners, suddenly remembering something.'You are to live in my house, I will own you.'She widened her eyes, she was going to live in his house? With him? The monster, her mother had sent her the direction to his house, she was going to live with him, she had to be extra smart. He wasn’t someone she could mess with and she knew that.The way his eyes bobbed shut, the way he twisted in his s