XavierAngela was all tears when we left our daughter with Daniel. We couldn’t fly her out with us because it’s our honeymoon, and because she has school. Kenz on the other part was very excited about spending the day with uncle Daniel. I don’t think she’s yet to realize the fact that she won’t be seeing us for a few days;I believe she thinks we’ll come for her later that day.Although we have to back to New York for the trial in three days which I’m not happy about, I still wanted to make our honeymoon as memorable for Angela as our wedding.“Where are we going?” Angela asked a million times. Pulling down the magazine from my face, I handed her another glass of champagne to shut her up. I love this woman like crazy, but I have zero tolerance for her questions right now. She glared at the glass. “This isn’t going to shut me up.”I wish. Chuckling, I leaned over and kissed her lips. “The champagne isn’t to shut you up,” I lied just to appease her “It is to keep you busy.” She jutted he
AngelaHaving sex with Xavier isn’t something that will get old. Just like a bottle of old wine, it keeps getting better each time. I can very well say the reason I’m yet to get out of this bed despite being awake for some time now is that there is an ache in between my leg.Turning sideways, I supported my head with my hand, digging my elbow into the bed. Beside me is a sleeping beauty. Unlike how he sleeps at home, Xavier looks like someone who is having a peaceful sleep. There is no gun underneath his pillow, and his breaths are deep and heavy unlike when he’s asleep back at the manor; he wakes up with the slightest noise.Too mesmerized by his beauty, I reached forward and trace my finger through his eyebrow, loving the feeling of him on my finger. I removed my hand only to place it on his lips, those lips which have the power to bring me to my knees.His lower lips are a little pink. All the smoking has darkened his lips a little, making its shade of pink a little darker; either
XavierFirst on the list is swimming. I didn’t see anything wrong with that; everybody swims but Angela always has a way of making my grey hair appear faster. She walked into the room with the flimsiest bikini. I almost reconsidered going to the beach because I’m liable to murder someone for inappropriately staring at her.We spent over thirty minutes arguing about the two pieces. Angela insisted on wearing it, and when I threatened to cancel the visit to the beach, she accused me of going back on my words. To cut the whole story short, we ended up at the beach with Angela dressed in the same bikini that I’d sworn to get rid of when we returned to the hotel.Sipping a glass of red wine, I watched not just her, but also the guys around her in the pool. Just a single mistake from any of them will turn this pool crimson.Angela is a good swimmer, it’s obvious that she’s here to have fun, at the same time being careful not to get too comfortable with any guy in the pool. I wouldn’t have b
Angela My honeymoon was perfect…although short, it is all that every lady would want. The environment, the fun, the crazy sex, everything was just perfect. It is as if Xavier and I connected on a whole new level, which I must say is the best feeling ever.We left Santorini very early this morning, so we will be able to make it to the court hearing by two in the afternoon. Xavier seemed rather too occupied with his unanswered emails to notice how I’m fidgeting about telling the whole world about what really happened between me and Natasha.Pouring my sixth glass of wine, I gulped it down. “How long till we land?”“Four hours,” Xavier responded absently, his eyes still fixed on his laptop. I was tempted to smash that laptop on the floor. “You have something you want to tell me?” He turned off the laptop and slowly closed it. “You’ve been glaring at me.”“You noticed.” I sassed. “For a moment I thought you fancied that laptop more than my face.” He blinked at me, amused by my sarcastic
AngelaNobody said anything about Xavier testifying. I looked at him, expecting any form of emotion from him…anger, surprise, shock, anything but all I got is a stoic face, a face void of any emotion. He squeezed my hand, reassuring me that everything is going to be fine before he walked out of our seat to the witness stand.I watched everything unfold. Xavier was told to swear with the Bible to speak nothing but the truth after he confirmed himself to be a Christian. I laughed inwardly at their reasoning. Xavier is going to lie if he wants to even if they make him swear before God himself.Frederick was the first to interrogate Xavier. “You’re Mr. Xavier Ellmord right?” Surprised by the silly question, Xavier arched his brows in response. “You have to answer every question Mr. Ellmord.” The judge informed him “Unless the question is proven to be irreverent to this case.”My husband thinks otherwise. I don’t know if others can see it, but I can. Xavier pinched the bridge of his nose.
XavierShe wasn’t supposed to tell the story; I know how uncomfortable she’s going to be telling the story and the more I watch her pick her pinky finger, the more I want to reach forward and wrap my hands around Miller’s neck for letting things get this far.This is partly Shun’s fault; he shouldn’t have brought up anything about the company. This case should have been strictly for Derek’s murder. My fist clenched and unclenched on my thigh as I watched my wife struggle; I promised her that everything would be fine, yet there she is, out of my reach, uncomfortable as hell.“It all started when I met my husband Xavier on a plane back from Mexico. We hit it off immediately but he failed to give out his last name, his principles I guess. We had fun before I returned to my family to meet my sister’s fiancée who I’d never seen before, nor did I know his first name. Natasha always referred to him by his last name.”She took a deep breath. “I got home that day only to find out that the guy
Angela “None of your business, but if you want to find out, then you can stick around.” I watched Xavier get into Miller’s car. “You think I’ll be allowed into that car?” I questioned Lucas.He chortled. “None of my business remember?”Asshole. Trying my luck, I approached the car and tapped on the windows twice. Xavier rolled down the window. He arched his brow at me. “I remember telling you to wait in the car.”Shrugging, I opened the back door and got in. “I don’t always do as I’m told,” I responded nonchalantly. Xavier hissed in response. “So, I know you both are discussing the case, and I want to be let in on the plan.”Miller looked at Xavier for permission to continue whatever he was saying and I almost clipped him on his head. Although skeptical about it, Xavier nodded. “I’d like to use this opportunity to let you know that you did a good job in there.”I highly doubt it; I bet my ass he’s saying that to keep Xavier happy. “Thank you, Miller, although I was expecting a congra
XavierAngela’s willingness to free Mateo leaves a bitter taste in my mouth every damn time. I had to keep myself from asking crazy questions because she has been through a lot that day; If I should go ahead to demand why she wants Mateo roaming around, it might not end well for both of us; I mean it already got tense when I mentioned Aaron’s visit to her room on our wedding day.How dare she call me unbelievable when she’s always hiding things that she ought to tell me? “You want to know what’s unbelievable?” I took a deep breath, willing myself to calm down “What’s unbelievable is the fact that Aaron paid you a visit in your room at the villa on our wedding day and you failed to mention it to me.” My jaw clenched. “Why is that?”“It’s not what you think.” She whispered.“You definitely do not know what’s going through my head right now.” I want to shoot the motherfucker for seeing my bride before me. “You do not know what I’m thinking Angela.”“He only came to search for his little
Epilogue AngelaTwo months laterLife doesn’t go as expected. I’m pretty sure Natasha, Veronica, and Vera didn’t see this coming when they were scheming against me and my father.It’s been two months now since the news of Natasha’s accident hit the internet. They presumed it to be suicide just like Susan DaVinci, but I know better. It is my husband’s doing and I do not need anyone to confirm it for me.Poor Mr. DaVinci. The old man died of cardiac arrest after his daughter was found dead in a clubhouse. Arlo, Natasha’s son is with the Wilsons. They send us pictures of him, and against Xavier’s liking, I visit him once in a while; he’s my nephew after all.All the shares Xavier forced Natasha to hand over to me made me the highest shareholder, but I gave the shares which were originally meant for Natasha to her son Arlo. This conflict has to end with us, it does not have to be extended to our children and children’s children.Having a near experience with death makes you take a lot o
XavierImagine being forced to wear a Versace gown with a perfect makeup few minutes after your son was taken away from you; that’s exactly Natasha’s fate and with the way her lips tightened, I could tell she in no way like her fate. My men pulled her to the big hall, each man standing by her side. She literally had to race after them because they walked too fast, which also made her walk too fast, a painful attempt if you ask me because her nine inches heel made it pure torture.Stopping at the big door, Harden knocked and the door opened. We all stepped into the big hall where Mateo is being held.It’s okay to say that the young man has been battered beyond repair. I do doubt if any plastic surgeon can fix that face because the scars and current bruises are going to give them tough work.“Long time no see Mateo.” When was the last time I was here? I can’t even remember. Approaching the battered man, I squatted to his level. “I’ve not been a good host and I apologize for that.” Slap
XavierThe first person I visited was Natasha in a cozy cabin that have enough heat for the sake of the baby. The moment I walked into the room, I heard the cry of the baby. Lucas met me at the doorway. “Don’t you think we should hire a nanny? At least until you have to send him to Martinez?”“That won’t be necessary.” The lesser people know about this, the better it is for everybody. “If things should go well, the baby should be out of our hands soonest.” The loud cry was reduced to whimpers. “What’s up with the baby?”“I think Natasha is breastfeeding him.” Well then, I have to give the baby a little more time to finish his breakfast. “Mr. DaVinci is still in our custody, what should we do with him?”“Let him go.” He doesn’t know who kidnapped him or his daughter. All DaVinci knows is that someone sent him a picture of his daughter held in chains, he flew down to New York and was snatched right at the airport, next, he was in a room with a blindfold while Oliver recorded the whole t
XavierLucas got to the hospital before me, he called me on my way to inform me that he was already at the hospital and he inquired to know if they should wait for me before administering the antidote but I told them to carry on because the more that poison is in her, the more problem it causes for her.According to Susan, her recovery will be a gradual process. She claimed that if the antidote was administered before the poison became effective, then it would have worked asap, but for the fact that the poison has already started doing its job, it will take two to three days before she finally regains consciousness which made me question her initial plan.I vividly recall Susan telling me that if she takes the antidote tonight, she’ll be able to go home tonight and that can only mean that she lied to me.Parking the car, I raced into the hospital. Every other person became invisible to me as I ambled to her room. Right by her side, Jackie, Lucas, Seth, and Dr. Grey observed her. I gu
XavierI’ve been with Angela for six hours, holding her hand and staring at her pale face whilst wishing that I could swap places with her right now. She doesn’t have to go through this, especially because of me. I brought Susan into her life and I’m the one who Susan is obsessed with.Sighing, I massaged her fingers, careful not to disconnect the machine helping to keep her alive. Her fashion show was a disaster. Nobody or no news line talks about it without talking about the incident that happened.“I’m going to get you out of here,” I promised her. “This is not going to be how you end. I’m going to send that bitch to the afterlife and get you out of here.” Leaning down, I kissed her palm.My phone buzzed and I picked it up. A text message from Lucas to let me know that he has arrived and they are on their way to intercept his car. Pocketing the phone, I stood up, stared at my wife then reached down and kissed her lips softly. “I know you wouldn’t want me doing that, but I have to d
XavierMary was the first to enter the club, but I wasn’t daft to let her go in alone, not because I’m bothered about her safety, but because I do not trust her not to ruin this for us. For all I know, she might be playing a fast one on us or trying to alert Susan of my presence. I had to send Tom to keep an eye on her.Stomping into the clubhouse, I requested a room and they handed me keys to room number twenty. Guessing we aren’t far apart, I climbed the stairs to her room.The thin walls made it possible to hear people moaning inside the occupied rooms. Never in my life did I think I’ll grace this shit hole with my presence. It’s an error to hear different voices of people moaning at the same time.Mary met us in the hallway. “Bathi went to grab some tampons for Susan, you need to grab her and leave before he returns.”“Tampons?”She shrugged. “I had to come up with an excuse to send him away.”I’m not afraid of Bathi or whatever his name is, he can kiss my ass for all I care. Igno
****Dirty Secrets is gradually coming to an end. We have two more chapters to go ****XavierMary or whatever her name is is a variable I did not see coming. She walked in at the right time and saved me some time. Staring at her, I tried to figure out if this is just a charade. When a man is desperate just like myself, there is always a tendency for mistake; a mistake from a desperate man.The whiskey glass weighed on my hand as I tapped the edge of the glass. I stared at the woman’s eyes, not because I found her green eyes alluring but because I want to push her to the edge, I want to unnerve her, to make her give out any emotion that will prove she was up to something.“Lucas,” I called out without taking my eyes away from the young lady.He appeared in my line of vision instantly. “Yes, boss.”“Go get the men ready.” She shifted from foot to foot. “I want Susan to be brought in alive and we will do anything to make it happen, even if it means bringing that clubhouse down.”Lucas b
XavierLucas couldn’t believe the absurdity of the whole situation. Still shocked and dumbfounded, he kept passing glances at me. “I do not get this. Are you trying to tell me that she did all of this because she wants to fuck you?” He grimaced at his words. “This is just ridiculous. Does she realize that this is almost costing someone’s life?”My brain racked for a solution. “This isn’t her first time killing someone to get what she wants.” It's a pity that this will be her last. I’m sure she was very shocked by my response to her request.“I want you on my bed tonight Xavier.” She chortled at an untold joke. “Give me a lot of orgasms and in return, I’ll give you the antidote.”Unable to believe my ears, I clicked my teeth. “You’re telling me that you did this just because you want a taste of my dick.”Lucas stopped his sentence mid-way. I heard him bid goodbye to whoever he was conversing with before closing in on me to listen to my ridiculous conversation with Susan.“If you were i
XavierThat moment was surreal. One moment everybody was happily cheering my wife and the next minute, everyone rounded her with panicking faces. I rushed out of my seat and raced towards the runway where my men already formed a formidable wall around her, keeping the crowd and paparazzi away from her. They created room for me the moment I raced toward the circle.Falling on my knee, I cradled my wife’s head and patted her cheek lightly, a futile attempt to wake her up. With the show long forgotten, I got rid of my suit jacket and hers too. The next thing that came to mind was to check her pulse.With trembling fingers, I picked up her suddenly cold hands, too cold to be considered normal. Thankfully, I felt her pulse. “Angela?” I resumed tapping her cheek. “Come on baby, wake up…” Settling my ass on the floor, I balanced her well on my thighs. “Come on baby…open your eyes.” She remained unresponsive. “Open your eyes goddammit!”“The ambulance is almost here.” Lucas formed me.My pou