Saved By Me

Xavier's POV

I cross my hand across my chest watching the woman stumble to the threshold of the entrance blindly grabbing onto shit on her way there. 

She's beyond wasted.

Casting my eyes to the filthy club floor, I twist my lips contemplating whether or not to actually go after this girl. She herself said she is fine, even flat out refusing my help. 

Fuck it. She clearly has her wires crossed, that girl is drunk out of her mind. One too many people in this city prey on such vulnerability. 

I leap to my feet from the overused tacky couch, hoping to catch up with her outside, completely destroying my reputation in the process. I don't chase after women; they usually chase after me. 

The least I can do in this situation is make sure she gets home safe and sound. While I am at it I might has well head home, I'll have to phone Alec once I am outside. 

Pushing myself through the endless throng of people I try not to cringe at all the random hands and questionable body fluids rubbing off on my damn jacket. 

When I finally make it outside, I scan the street for any sign of the woman. In the dim light of a lamppost about a block away from the noisy nightclub, I see her limp body arch over and her hand barely wrap around its metal pole. Closing the gap, I walk down to her to make a sarcastic comment but stop a few feet away when I see strands of hair sticking to her face and some sort of mucky liquid paste at the corner of her mouth. 

Wait. Is that vomit?

As if on command chunks of undigested food and dripping liquid spew from her mouth. Luckily she purged a few centimeters away from my feet, I would have been livid if any of that got on my new sneakers. 

I can see her fingers slowly slipping from the post, leaving wet finger marks, as she crouches even lower to the sidewalk. Trying not to cringe at the revolting sight or pungent smell in front of me, I instead ask. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Of course. I'm only vomiting my guts out dude!" The woman's wet lips curve upwards in a sarcastic smile. "Nothing to see here, really. Everything is God damn peachy."

"Mhm," the corner of my lip rose a little in admiration. "Sarcasm and fiery… two qualities I must say I find rather intriguing in a woman," 

"Whatever, can you—" the girl waves me off weakly, before she can finish her sentence another round of vomit passes through her lips. 

"Fuck," my hand immediately went to my jacket pocket, pulling out my handkerchief I hand it over to her.

"Why are you even here?" snatching the fabric from my palm, she gingerly wipes her wet mouth. "Why are you so nice to me?" 

Heaving a short sigh, I stoop down to the woman's squatting level. Her hazel eyes openly search my face with a look of uncertainty. A second or two of silence passes before I rise to my feet again. 

She clearly doesn't trust me. Can't blame her, I am merely a stranger after all.

"Hust being a good Samaritan miss, don't want you to be on tomorrow's news now do we?" I point at my handkerchief clutched in her palm as I lean against a nearby pole feigning hurt. "Not even a thank you though? Damn." 

"Are you here because of him? If he paid you to—" ignoring my question she starts to ramble. 

"Believe me, when I say I'm not here because of anybody. Now, I can help you if you let me—" I extend my hand to take hers.

"You are fucking delusional and possibly on drugs if you think I'm going anywhere with you..." The woman interrupts shooting me a cold glare. 

I would have probably laughed at the situation if we were under better circumstances. 

"I assure you I'm not—" I start to explain before the frustrating brunette cuts me off again. 

God damnit!

"I don't care!" she exclaims, attracting the attention of a few passersby as she balls up the now damp handkerchief and throws it on my shirt. "Go away!"

"No can do. I am trying to hel—" In an attempt to calm her down, I reach out to grab her hand. She simply swats my hand away, a small frown on her face.

Stubborn, a tweak I might have to fix.

"Are you going to kill me?" The girl raises her head to look me in the eyes, a gleaming clear liquid staining her puffy cheeks. 

I pause for a moment before responding bluntly. "No. If I was you would not be breathing right now."

She recoils at the words leaving my mouth, pure terror replaces her brave face mere seconds ago. With a stiff shake of her head, the woman helps herself off the pavement and down further sidewalk putting some space between us. 

Now why would I go and say that?

My eyes follow her into the darkness as it momentarily swallows her. A second later she reappears underneath another lamppost. Taking out my cell phone, I quickly dial my driver. Smacking the phone against my ear I slowly walk behind her. 

"Good evening, Sir." The driver greets me on the second ring. 

"I need you to come get me, I am waiting outside the club." I instructed before abruptly hanging up.

"What are you doing?" She folds her arms across her chest glaring at me once I come into view once more. 

"Assisting you." I reply absentmindedly checking the current time. Damn it's late. Dumping the phone in my jacket I turn to the lady. "You are very welcome, by the way." 

"I'm not going anywhere with you." She leans against the post swaying on her own two feet. 

"Oh, you've mentioned that but luckily for you I don't give up that easy," 

"I'm actually here with a friend," the girl waves me off again in a deep hoarse voice, a bit of panic settles in tone. "She'll get me home." 

"Oh, and that's why you're wandering off?" I reply sarcastically, pausing for a second as I wait for her input. "You're pretty vulnerable right now, I'm just aiding. Not the bad guy here." 

"Ouch," she touches her forehead, wincing. 

Hangovers can be such a bitch.

"Hey, are you okay?" I step closer, my gaze falls over her now reddened face. Clear beads of sweat clings over the remaining makeup on her face. 

"Yeah I'm—" Her body sags, her knees buck, barely supporting her weight. With quick strides I reach her in time bracing her unconscious body against mine before her with the hard concrete below.

Twice in one night. I must really be Superman.

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I walk over to the fridge, tossing my phone on a nearby island counter before reaching for two cooled bottled water. I quickly check the time on the smart screen as I close the stainless door. 

10:29 A.M.

It makes no sense for me to rush in today, so I'll just work from home.

Twisting the cap, I raise the bottle above my head, taking a long chug of water, sweat streaks running down my neck into my wet shirt with each gulp.

The run took longer than I had anticipated. Despite the fact that I own a gym in the west wing, I prefer to jog in the early morning hours because it clears my mind and puts me in a focus mindset. A great stress reliever for me, aside from sex, of course.

I peel the sticky shirt off my wet body and rest it on my shoulders, leaving the damp gray sweatpants on. Taking the last of the water, I leave the kitchen and go upstairs to my bedroom.

Once inside the bathroom, I place the wet shirt in the laundry basket. Taking an aspirin from my bathroom cabinet, I then proceed to the stranger's guest room room check on her. I open the door quietly, not wanting to wake her if she's still sleeping; her form is still slumped over in the thick sheets. I turn to leave, silently placing the bottled water and aspirin on the nightstand, only to be stopped by the girl's groan.

"The hell? Where am I?" She asks, sitting up straight and rubbing her left eye, in a low raspy voice. I try to ignore the way her hazel eyes penetrate my skin, erecting a few goosebumps here and there as they travel around the room before landing on my bare chest. Behind her intense stare is some unease.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty," I say, raising my lips in a lopsided smile as my eyes scan the outline of her body. "There's no need to stare at me, princess; I have a cardboard cutout in my bedroom that you can have when you're leaving."

"No thank you, and I've seen better," she sighs, dragging the bed sheet closer to her body. The plain fabric clung to me like a second skin. Nope, concentrate. "What am I doing here? Did you finally kidnap me?"

"You're here because I saved you," I say, shaking my head at her preposterous question.

"Wait! Did we? Y-you know." The woman stutters, her wrist flicking back and forth between us. "D-did you-?" 

"Fuck, you mean?" I shake my head in response to her question, and a few seconds later I tsk, growing slightly offended by her bold assumption. "No and you would undoubtedly remember. You see, I prefer my women sober and responsive, not inebriated and passing out… and contrary to your belief, I do not hang out around Ace's to prey on vulnerable females. You needed assistance, and I just happened to be in the right place at the right time."

"Oh." She silently folds her lips before clinging the sheet impossibly close to her body. "Wait a minute! Shit!"

"What?" Inquiringly, I raise my brow. "Is there something wrong?"

"I should be at work, fuck why did I sleep in?! Why did you allow me to sleep in?!" The lady sighs and slaps her forehead. "You'll have to drive me there."

The woman jumped out of bed, causing the sheet to fall off her chest and pool around her smooth knees, revealing her lace underwear. Last night, I must have forgotten to throw one of my shirts over her. I really didn't want her vomit stained dress to soil the comforter, I did the best I could. 

She probably realizes me staring at her chest and jumps back under the sheet, using it as a shield from my gaze.

"Mhm. So you can look at me but I can't? That's not very fair of you," I tease. 

"Did..." she asks, her voice quivering as she motions to her sheet-clad body. "Did you take off my clothes?"

"Yep. Who else would? My housekeeper wasn't here plus you were knocked out cold." I give a shrug. "I'd be lying if I didn't

enjoy it a little. Besides, could you have done it yourself?"

"Can you do me a favor?" 

"Of course." 

"Please leave. I need to get ready for work and get my ass over there right now if I intend on keeping my job today." 

"Oh, and I was having o much fun." I pout childishly before sobering up. "Well uh clean clothes are on the couch, as are clean toiletries and towels in the bathroom. Be ready in ten." 

I put up both hands indicating the number ten, without another word I walk out of the room closing the door behind me.

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