Chapter 8

Amelia's POV

He opened the door and I stepped in eyeing the cars, I was sure I looked like a toddler in a candy store.

"What exactly are you looking for baby girl?" He asked his hand moving around my waist and I shrugged.

"I'm not sure, maybe something in the executive class." I replied truthfully eyeing a car near the window.

"What do you know about cars?" He asked amused and I looked up at him.

"My grandfather taught me something every summer I visited." I told him and he kissed my forehead.

"Tell me more." He replied giving me his full attention and I laughed softly rolling my eyes.

"That is weird."

"What?"

"Nothing Xavier." He was about to reply when he got interrupted.

"Good day, I'm Peter how may I assist you?" A man a little shorter than Xavier asked, his blond hair combed back neatly.

"Find us, something reliable not too fancy but modern and from the executive class." Xavier said and the man nodded walking away returning a minute later a smile on his face.