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

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

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

Charlotte preferred not to hold back when she told him how she felt. It didn’t make sense to let herself get used to this part of him, only to watch him change whenever he pleased. Xavier pursed his lips, but he didn’t stop stroking her hair. “I already apologized for what I did, more times than I can remember. Can’t we just let the past be in the past?” He asked. That was a passive aggressive response, but at least he didn’t stand up or try to walk away. Not like he could anyway. They were on a plane. "It's not completely in the past if there's still a chance of it happening again, Xavier," she said. He sighed. "What do you want me to say now? I already promised it won't happen again. This is getting tiring." Charlotte remained silent. He made it seem like she was purposely trying to start an argument, which she didn't like at all. His hand that was stroking her hair stilled, as if he was waiting for the next thing she would say to make him flip. Charlotte hated the fact that s

It was quite dark by the time the jet landed in London. Maybe it was the difference in time zones or just the weather in general, but neither of them could stay awake for long. Charlotte wasn’t even in the mood to admire the very grand building they were to stay in while they remained in London like she usually did. All she wanted to do was hug a pillow and sleep for the next several hours. She woke up with a start some time later. She was breathing fast because she had just had a bad dream, although she couldn’t remember what it was. As Charlotte calmed herself down, she couldn’t tell if it was still night or whether it was the next morning because of the blackout curtains. Deciding to check for herself, she got up from the bed and walked down to the window. Save for a few lights here and there in other buildings, it was pitch black as it was still deep in the night. “What’s wrong?” Xavier asked her sleepily. “Why aren’t you in bed?” Charlotte tiptoed back to the bed. “Is it o