Chapter 8

Xavier’s POV:

The next morning, I wake up and the first thing I do is put on my suit. I need to attend a few meetings today. Money’s on the line. I walk downstairs and my father stops me from going any further than the living room.

“Father.” I say.

“Xavier.” He responds.

He’s never called me his son. Ever. I still try to respect him though. That’s how my mother raised me.

‘Where’s that girl?”

“Are you serious?” I say, squinting in annoyed confusion.

“I’ve done nothing wrong.” He says, looking confused.

“You may be the type of man to disrespect women and do whatever it is that you do with them, but my wife won’t be one of them. As long as I’m with her, you’re gonna learn to respect her, or I’ll make you, and that’s a promise. I don’t care how I have to do it, and you know I don’t. I’ve never disrespected you a day in my life, but when you disrespect her, you disrespect me, which means I disrespect you, I just want to make that clear.” I say, finally walking off and walking out the door.

Hours later

I get a phone call and it’s from Dionne. “Hello?” I say annoyed.

“Xavier? Where are you?”

“If I’m not at home, I’m working.”

“I thought you’d take me to see my brothers today.” She says, sounding just as annoyed as I am.

“I will. It’s only 3 o’clock.”

“Okay. Sorry for rushing you.” She says, sounding as if she’s angry.

But why does she feel she has to apologize for every little thing? It’s like she’s walking on eggshells around me. Then again, given her past, she has good reason.

I drive home and when I pull up, I walk inside and I don’t see Dionne anywhere.

“Mother?” I yell, looking for her. She rounds the corner from the kitchen and she smiles when she sees me.

“Hijo.” She says, grabbing my face to kiss my cheek.

[Son.]

I place my hand on her back as I kiss her on her cheek, then I let her go when she pulls away. “Where’s Dionne ?” I ask, putting my shades back on.

“She never came down.” She says.

“Never came down? What do you mean?” I ask, my eyebrows furrowed.

“She’s been in her room all day.” She responds.

I hurry up the stairs and I open her room door and she has a towel around herself. I quickly look away and I shut the door, talking through the door.

“You haven’t been out of your room all day?” I ask, obviously already knowing the answer.

“No. I haven’t.” she says plainly.

“Why not?” I ask.

“When I’m not at school or when you’re not taking me places, I have nothing else to do. I haven’t come out because I’d prefer staying in here rather than facing your father for reasons I shouldn’t repeat.” She says, almost annoyed.

Something’s different about her. I don’t know what, but I’m determined to figure it out.

I’m obviously not gonna let her know that though.

“You should at least eat something.” I say, plainly.

“I will. Can I get dressed now or are you going to keep bothering and bombarding me with questions?” she says.

“Fine. Get dressed.” I say, now angry.

I slam the door all the way closed and I walk away from her door and I go downstairs.

“Fucking- ughh!” I say, pacing around.

I need to take out my frustration on something. Anything, I don’t care what … Or who.

I look around and I see one of my maids, cleaning up the house. She’s young, at least 22, blonde hair, not very attractive but I don’t care.

“Sydney.” I yell, making her scurry up to me. I give her a death stare as I try and think about what I’m about to do.

“Yes sir?” her voice high pitched and soft.

“Upstairs, now. My room.” I say, pointing upstairs and rubbing my head, stressed. She looks up at me and then quickly goes upstairs to my room as I try and think rationally.

No. Fuck it.

I don’t care about rationality. I’m fucking angry.

That’s all I care about.

I go upstairs and my mother looks at me the whole time and doesn’t say anything. She knows she can’t stop what’s about to happen, so she doesn’t try to.

I go upstairs and I shut and lock my room door. Sydney’s standing at the foot of my bed, and when I walk in, she stands up straight.

I grab her by the throat and I kiss her roughly, backing her into my bed, making her lie back. I climb on top of her as I kiss her, taking her little uniform off, and as soon as I get it off, I take all my clothes off and I throw them to the floor.

“Ass up, face down. Now.” I command.

She immediately turns around and arches her back, ready for me. I stroke myself to get hard because she’s obviously not getting it done, and I spit on her pussy to get it wetter, then without a second thought, I shove myself inside her, pounding inside her senselessly.

It isn’t good enough to give me a mind blowing nut, but it’ll have to do. I need to blow off some steam.

She’s moaning her ass off while I grip her hair in my hands, giving myself something to grab on. After 15 minutes of trying to cum, it finally hits me. I pull out and I cum on her ass and by this time, she’s already cum 3 times. She pants and breathes heavily as I grunt and get up, finding something to clean up with. I get a wet cloth and I clean myself off, then I clean her up and I put on another suit, fixing myself up.

I turn around to look at my bed, it’s sheets messed up, clothes scattered everywhere, and she’s still sitting there in the middle of it, still trying to recover. I pick up her clothes and I throw them on the bed next to her and I look away, while I talk to her.

“Get up and put some clothes on. Fix up my room when you finish.” I demand. And with that, I spray on some cologne and I exit the room, leaving her to get dressed and clean up the mess we made.