…Xavien POV…
Is this the call that we all have been waiting for? There is a coldness of pure dread that suffocates my heart. Even though every ounce is telling me, run away and don't look back. There is that tiny piece that lays locked up in the very deepest depths of my heart where I have placed my feelings for Mekayla. I do not want to scratch that layer open.But I just need to know; I shall not ever be able to live with myself if I do not hear the news on the other side of this call. As my voice tremble out of fear, but most of all hurt, I take a deep breath and pull my truck onto the side of the road."Catalina, what is wrong?""Mekayla, she is awake. She woke up twenty minutes ago. You must come.""What about Damian?""Xavien, I do not know what is going on between her and that man. But I know that she will be happy to see you."So I am left with this choice, do hope and love make me turn this truck around, or does pain and fail…Mekayla POV…Xavien refuses to speak to me; Damian just had to go and kiss me at the very moment that Xavien showed up. Yes, I never broke the engagement off; I thought if I just leave that he would get the message. But the man is obviously as thick as a doornail. I never really knew why we stayed together for so long; we were not even compatible, let alone did we have the same ambitions and desires in life. His biggest fault that he found in me was my compassion towards people that need the help, and that could not afford it. It still is my passion, and I am not willing to give it up for any man. If you cannot see my value in life and respect them, then there is no place for you in my life.And one such very person would be Xavien; he understands me, he believes in me, yet he does not know me that well. Now, because of the asshole that is sitting next to me, what Xavien and I have built up lays in tatters. But I have had enough of this."Damian, you ne
…Xavien POV…I thought I saw her this morning. In the crowd, she was standing with hot cocoa that she bought from the corner shop. As I came up to her, it was not her. Was I disappointed or not? I don't know.It has been a week that I am back in the city. I have taken over the business. I feel in a strange way alive. That suite that I did not want to define me. It has defined me, and yes, I like it.Do I miss my life on the ranch? Of course, I do, every day. Those are the days when I am locked up in meetings that can take endless hours, but in these endless hours, I realize that what my father did was not just sit behind a desk. My father made a difference, and that is a difference that I can say I am proudly part of. On the ranch and in that forsaken little town, I was the outcast; here I am, a man that you want to be seen with.That is still a part of this life that I am trying to get used to. The spotlight, being under the eyes of everyone all th
…Mekayla POV…The day has come for me to go back to the city, it took a lot of convincing, but my dad gave in and agreed that it is time for me to get back into living my normal life again.What is a normal life?There is no such thing that exists if I am not with Xavien. I tried my best for Billy to tell me where he is in the city but Molly and he promised me that they did not know where he is. As for Mr. SinClair, he also has no idea either. I am not going to the city because I want to get back to work, yes there is a small part of me that wants to, but the biggest part is to find Xavien.I don't know where to begin. He was so secretive about his life that I realize that I actually know nothing about him. Then again, are we not all if we have been hurt so many times has he has.So I have packed up the little belongings that I have here in one suitcase while Catalina is nervously pacing the room from one side to the other. I don't know what ha
…Mekayla POV…To say that I was completely shocked out of my mind is an understatement. Everything comes flooding back to me. The way that my mom, well, apparently not my mom, but the way she treated me explains it all. It also explains why Catalina was so overprotective of me. And perhaps it could also, amongst so many other reasons, be why my mom, UGH, this is going to be confusing. But anyway, it explains why there was friction in their marriage.So I took it as best as that I can and told them they should give me time to process it, which is a complete lie, for all I want to do is get back to the city. The thing is, it really does not bother me that my mom is not my real mom, for we were never close, and she really did treat me badly. As for Catalina, we have a good relationship; obviously, I need to see her as my mom now. It is going to take some time, but we will get through this and build that relationship that a mom and daughter should.With that
…Mekayla POV…Perfect! Absolutely perfect!There is no Caruso International.How can that even be? He clearly said his name was Xavien Caruso. Maybe I am spelling it wrong."Pearce International."Even more less than nothing. Did I really get his last name wrong? Even more terrifying did he give me the wrong name, to begin with. Why would Xavien want to be so secretive about his dad's company? I cannot foresee it to be such a big deal. I mean, all my dad's little companies were big to him. But yes, a girl never guesses a size to a boy.So this has now become a lot more complicated than I thought it would be. But not truly, the question begs, how big is our boy on social media? God, do I even want to search his name? Well, no matter what it comes up with, I need to find him. So here it goes, I pull my laptop closer again and type with fingers beyond a snail's pace."Xavien Caruso."Oh my god!…Xavien POV…W
…Xavien POV…Xavien Caruso, I would like to say that I am proud that I let everyone believe that it was truly my real name. Well, it is, in fact, half of it. I am better known as Xavien Chase, I carry the last name of my father proudly, but when I left this life behind in the first place, I left with being a Caruso. Caruso being the last name my mother held before she married, so in a true sense, I never once did lie; I just made it hard for people to find me. If you are running away from a life, you need not have a tie that binds you there. For me, it was always changing my last name.The only man that knows the game of deceit I play is Steve, my father's dear friend and the lawyer of the company. He is sitting with me, going over the final draft of changing Caruso Enterprises to Chase Enterprises. My dad did name the Company after my mom all that years ago; I wish to make it a family legacy.But this man is sitting oddly and smiling at me as if his tee
…Xavien POV…Was it all real?My mind plays over what my body just felt. Every aching bone tells me that I had Mekayla between my very arms only but a few moments ago. Yet my mind tells me that I must be going crazy. But if I am indeed so crazy, why do I have a rather furious Candice staring back at me. The woman that I have been trying so hard to run away from, had her lips so elegantly and so sweetly locked with mine.Whom am I fooling?I need her more than I want to admit, and she is here, I am not letting her slip away, not again. I am afraid that if I continue my foolishness that she will be lost to me forever. I can only but show the deepest regret in my eye as I look at Candice."Sorry, but I have to do this.""It is fine Xavien, go before she is gone."With a soft peck on the cheek, I leave her standing, I know that it is not fine for her, but at least she will understand.It is with haste that I make my way into the ball
…Mekayla POV…"Are you sure you want to do this?" Xavien speaks between long, drugging kisses that consume my senses, he cups one cheek in a strong, warm hand and meets my gaze with a searing look. He kisses me again, growling low in the back of his throat. My hands find their way into his thick, dark hair as he catches my bottom lip in his teeth, nibbling and licking at it until I think I might perish from the intensity of the feeling. I whimper at the sensation, and he rewards the sound by deepening the kiss, giving me everything I desire.Taking Xavien's hand, I slide it up my thigh, slipping his fingers under the seams of my dress, his other hand gripping tight onto my waist. My hand is moving up his leg, my fingers gently grazing his hard length. His body is trembling as he moves his hand further under my skirt. I am becoming a wet mess, my body aching for him to be between my legsHe spins me around and pushes my chest hard into the wall, pinning m