AngelaXavier tastes like coffee; like an addictive coffee that you can’t get enough of. That crazy addiction that makes you want more.My hands circled his neck, pulling him closer to me, wanting to feel more of him. Our tongues fought for dominance, sucking, tugging, and licking. I bit his lips which tore a sexual growl from him. The familiar taste of metallic filled my tongue, no doubt filling Xavier’s too.I moaned deep in my throat.Xavier’s hand left my waist and crawled up to my chest. He grabbed my left breast and fumbled, making me writhe. My thin blouse felt like a restriction to Xavier which made him remove his hand. I hissed with disapproval, already missing the sensation his hand created.Understanding my need, Xavier placed his hand on my exposed thigh once more. With his lips still attacking mine, his hand slowly disappeared into the fabric of my mini gown. His hot palm brushed my thigh as it crept higher.The slightest touch of my lace undies made me snap my legs toget
XavierStorming into the coffee shop with Lucas and Tom, I ambled straight toward Veronica’s table. Pulling out of a seat, I made myself comfortable even before she could understand what was really going on.Her brows smashed together with an ugly frown. “There are a lot of empty tables in here Mr. Ellmord, why invade mine?”“Can’t you just pretend as if you’re happy to see me?” I asked her with a smile. Waving the waitress over, I ordered a cup of coffee. “I know you’ve been waiting to hear from me.” Leaning forward, I grinned. “I paid Patricia Hymes’s family a visit,” her eyes widened. “They are still heartbroken over their missing daughter.”“You did what?” She whispered. Suddenly choking on her coffee, I watched her cough heavily. Without offering her any water, I watched her calm herself. “How did you_”“How did I find out?” Chuckling, I tipped the waitress who served me coffee. “How did you think I found out? Now I have two pieces of evidence to send you to jail. What will your
NatashaI’ve been living my life in a blur. It has been revolving around the office and my house. I can’t even meet the father of my baby because there are so many curious eyes around. Heaving out a sigh, I turned off the engine and stepped out of my car. Honestly, I’m getting exhausted from this fight or maybe it’s the stress from pregnancy. Either way, if I wasn’t pregnant, I would have given up the course of this whole thing but right now, this isn’t only about securing my future but also that of my child.I recognize the red car in the garage. Aunt Veronica is here. She stops by often these days. It seems the absence of her husband is making her feel so lonely.I stepped into the house and requested a bottle of water from one of the maids. One of them helped me with my handbag. “Good evening mum. Good evening aunt Veronica.”“Good evening.” They both responded in unison. Dragging my feet towards the stairs, I made a silent prayer that none of them stops me but then my prayers wen
Angela Something is wrong, but I’m yet to figure out what. It’s three weeks to my wedding but it feels as if the groom isn’t happy to walk down the aisle with me. Although he tries to keep it in, I know something is wrong; something is bothering him and he’s trying hard to keep it from me.Ignoring the salesperson who is trying so hard to impress me, I focused on the seamstress who is taking McKenzie’s measurements. “I need real diamonds on her dress, at most a hundred and fifty-six.”“That shouldn’t be a problem, ma’am.” She responded. She took the last measurement before letting Mckenzie go. “We’ll have the diamonds tested in your presence before completing payment.” She puffed her chest out with pride. “Here, we give nothing but the best.”My phone pinged again for the tenth time within thirty minutes. How did she even get my number? Pursing my lips, I opened my inbox and read yet another message from her.:- Please, all I’m asking is that you hear me out over dinner or breakfast.
Xavier“I can’t believe you’ll be tying the knot in the next three weeks.” Lucas mused with a smile. Today is one of those rare days that we abandon work just to drink and catch up on our private issues in life. The few times that we’ve had something like this, I always listen to Lucas complain about the women in his life and how chaotic his life is, thanks to his little brother Jeremy.Speaking of Jeremy. “Any valid information from your brother?” Ever since he started fucking Mrs. Shirley, I hardly see him around here. “I was hoping that by now, he would have shared some of her dirty secrets with us.”Lifting his shoulder nonchalantly, he gulped a generous amount of his drink. “Jeremy says he’s nothing but a fuck boy to her. He claims that she only calls him only when she feels like having sex and that she even offered him money the last time.”“Money?” I chuckled. “I can’t imagine how insulted Jeremy felt.” The door to the private room opened and Oliver walked in. “What do you want
XavierMy mind is too furious to give a hundred percent undivided attention to Don Castino. It keeps drifting back to the event that happened a few minutes ago, to the possibility that Angela may or may not have snitched on me.“Mr. Ellmord?” I slowly returned my gaze to Don Castino. “Is everything okay? You seem a little lost ever since you walked into this restaurant.”“Everything is fine,” I assured him. Giving your business partner the impression that something isn’t right is not the best business approach. “You shouldn’t worry yourself with this. I am a little stressed but definitely fine.”The old man doesn’t seem to believe me. “You are like your father many times.” He chatted. “You do remember that I was a close friend to your father and I know when something is bothering him. You have that same look right now.”I have no suitable response for him. I cannot and will never discuss my personal issues with just anyone.“If this is about Mateo and his father, then you have nothing
Angela“You have one minute left.” He reminded me with a grave tone that sprouted goosebumps from my body. I didn’t realize how much this will affect him until he threatened to pull the trigger on me. Xavier scoffed. “Of course, you do not have any reasonable excuse or explanation to give.” He grabbed another bottle of whiskey from the shelf.“Hailey approached me for the first time in the restroom,” I explained. “I didn’t know who she was, at least not until I realized the door was locked from the other side possibly by her friend or partner. She asked questions about Rico but I played dumb.”My eyes stung from the tears accumulated in them. I had to close my eyes for a bit, allowing the tears in my eyes to roll down my cheeks. Images of those pictures Hailey showed me flashed through my eyes and I quickly snapped them open.“She showed me pictures,” I whispered, my eyes lost in my thought. “She showed me so many pictures.”“What pictures?” I gasped at how close his voice sounded. W
XavierI am more upset over the fact that I allowed Hailey to make Angela feel obliged to entertain her or maybe I’m angry because slowly, I’m dragging Angela deeper into my world, slowly tinting her innocence. The best option would have been to let her go not watch her walk down the aisle to meet me, but then I’m a selfish man; I do not make decisions that rational people make.Misplacement of anger. I am angry no doubt, maybe a little bit at Angela for keeping this from me, but she’s not the sole reason for my anger, but I made her believe otherwise.Carefully avoiding the broken pieces of glass scattered all over the marble, I rounded my desk and collapsed on my seat, feeling drained from the alcohol, anger, and pain.Deciding to do a little work to take my mind off the event of the day, I turned on my laptop and clicked on my email. Thousands of unanswered mail flooded my inbox but only a few caught my attention and one of them was from Joshua Miller, my lawyer.Clicking on his ma