Chapter Nine

Leah's POV

The same girl who slapped me the day before my wedding stands before me as I am about to reach ecstasy. The anger I feel cannot be explained in words. So they know each other? and she has the key card? otherwise how did she get in? Questions are running through my head and seeing her so comfortable makes me so mad.

Xavier puts my pants in place and I look up at him pleading silently for him not to pick her over me. He looks sorry for a second and in a flash his mask is back again.

"Go to your room" he whispers coldly and that breaks my heart into a thousand pieces. I had hoped we could be something for a few minutes I trusted him with my heart though I knew he would break it over and over again.

I excuse myself not glancing back again and walk to my room but suddenly I stop in my tracks. Why should I be the one to leave? Am the wife and she is the intruder, right?

I fight the temptation of eavesdropping but I decide the better of it and walk to my room. I lay down on my comfortable bed and think back to what almost happened and despite my broken heart, I miss his touch and how he held me. Tears fall on their own as reality hits me. I cry silently and drift into sleep.

....

The next morning I wake to shuffling and moaning sounds. I don't even think too much about it because it could be Xavier and his blonde, that is the sight I'd rather die than watch.

I quickly dress up and walk out of my room to as far away from this place as possible, I am almost out the main door when I realize I didn't carry any money and if am not going to get stuck I need to carry something.

Shit!

I turn and walk back to my room making sure not to look around in case I see what am not ready for. I am almost at the door when I bump into satan himself.

Oof!

I lose balance but he catches me just when am about to fall and helps me stand steady. I look up at him and for a moment I see a sign of relief but it is quickly replaced by his intimidating gaze.

"Hi" I don't know what else to say especially since I am about to run away for a while. I feel like if I say more than one word I will spill everything.

"You look like you're in a rush, heading somewhere?" He asks sarcastically as he looks me deep in the eyes.

"Yes, I was rushing to go elsewhere and not disturb you since you were having a busy morning," I respond and look to where the sound was coming from.

"ah" he laughs

"You thought I was fucking who? did the thought make you jealous?" he adds as if it's very funny.

So it wasn't him? Then who was it?

I fidget afraid he will see my soul if he looks at me again. His hands are still on my shoulders and that makes me uncomfortable, I have fallen for this man and when he does things like this I always misinterpret and end up getting hurt.

"I am fine now, you can let me go" I whisper hoping he ignores what I just said and insists on holding me.

"Oh, cool then"

He returns his hands to his side and is about to walk away from me.

"Where you looking for me?" I ask without thinking.

Stupid Leah.

"Yes, I wanted to ask if you'd be interested in attending a gala with me."

Is he asking me nicely? Without commanding it? Oh, that is very new. I Had no idea there was this side of him. Is he feeling guilty about screwing the blond bitch right here in our home? Just what game are you playing Xavier Kings?

"Of course, when is it? I smile

"in two hours," He says it so casually with a matter-of-fact attitude.

"What!, I have not prepared for anything and I don't own any dress, my hair, shoes and.. and"

"Hey," he says softly, bringing me back to reality.

"Calm down my little Vixen, I've got you. The dresses will be here soon, all you will have to do is pick whatever you like. You look good in anything anyway" He winks and walks away.

I blush

I turn and watch how his sexy ass moves and how powerful his strides are. His presence screams power. It's intoxicating and I love every bit of it.

" I don't know what you're up to, but I will find out," I say to myself as he disappears down the hallway.

Satisfied with the resolution, I walk to my room to take a quick shower.

...

After an hour of being dragged left and right between makeup and hairstyling, I am finally ready. I stand before the mirror and do a backflip inside my head because I look gorgeous. I settled for a long red dress that hold my curves and falls to the floor. It has a slit not too high but high enough to show my leg, the back is open and the stylist was kind enough to oil it making me look so good.

My hair has been pinned up into a bun with minimum makeup and red lips to finish the look. I stare at my reflection and realize Xavier is standing behind me watching me.

Our eyes meet through the mirror and suddenly his eyes turn dark and it makes my body hot. He walks to me in four powerful strides and his front is now to my back. I can feel the bulge in his pants getting hard. He slowly traces his hands on my bare back and my breath catches.

He holds up a beautiful golden neckless and puts it around my neck as he whispers

"You look Beautiful little vixen, this dress makes me want to rip it off you and fuck you right here" his voice is deep and low so only I can hear.

I swallow hard expecting him to do something, but he doesn't. He steps back and calls for Dave to get the car ready.

What the hell?

"We have several surprises ahead of us so brace yourself," He says like the secret I've held is there waiting for me to be unmasked.

Does he know something I don't?

I wonder what tonight has in store for us. With that thought, I walk to the main door into the unknown