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2024-10-29 19:42:56Zoey's POV
"Take off your top." Xavier demands as he pushes his bedroom door shut.
"What?!" He's not being serious is he? I slowly back away from him hitting the back of the bedpost. "No. I'm taking off anything. This was not apart of the contract."
"Forget the contract for a moment, just take off your top. We don't have much time." The man looks down at his watch before quickly taking off his shirt. "The sooner you get this over with, the sooner it will be over."
Earlier
I hop into the passenger side of the sleek red car just as Xavier purred it to life. This morning was kinda a bustle for me, seeing as I overslept through the alarm and had to litera
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