Xander Hayes
The door slammed, echoing against the morning silence as I hopped from the driver's side of the Audi A8 L, Peter Monroe's preferred vehicle for transport. Three months into this job and I still can't get a hang of not being early. I guess it's just stuck with me after spending all those years in my line of work. Besides, I know firsthand not to keep bosses waiting.
It's seven something, close to the time for Peter to make his rounds to his famous French cafe in the quarter. It surprises me how this man has half an acre of kitchen at his discretion and still doesn't eat at home. After breakfast, was a big meeting with a fundraising committee for an event that was going to be held at his compound. Should be a smooth day.
I flicked my wrist to look at the time and propped up against the car. Maybe being early wasn't so bad, after all, the field workers weren't out yet. That gave me plenty of time to admire Lavigne and all its natural glory. And most importantly, I had a high chance of not running into her highness again. It was bad enough she was doing something her father wouldn't approve of, but then I had to sneak her drunk ass up to her room without anyone knowing.
The last thing I needed was her spewing some nonsense to her dad if he found out I was up there. I've been alive long enough to know that a man is unpredictable when he suspects his daughter's chastity is soiled. Peter Monroe seemed to love his.
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Peter was scaling the grass path over to where I parked. His face was sour, grey tuxedo outfit sharp. He looked terrifying. Anyone else would cower away but I was used to rich and powerful men. And k was able to tell the difference between the two.
I tipped my head gently when he got close. "Good morning, Mr. Monroe."
"Only you'd know how good the morning is Xander. By the looks of it, you rose with the sun." He chuckled barely. I frowned. What the hell made him so happy?
"It's better early than late sir, shall we?" I gestured for the door at the passenger's side. As soon as I was about to open it, he raised his hand to stop me.
"No need Xander, you can leave."
"Leave? What do you mean?" I kept my voice flat, my face concealing the real questions. Like: What the fuck was going on? Is he firing me? Did he find out I helped his daughter? Did he know where I came from?
"You can leave for the day. There's no need for me to go out today." He explained.
My body heaved knowing that it wasn't any of the things that ran through my mind. That made more sense. I frowned, what could make the chief of hard labor not work today? "Is there something wrong, sir?"
"That would be my business, wouldn't it Xander?"
His lips twitched. I could see why I will never like this guy. Dick. A beat passed with heavy silence in between. I had nothing to say to him, nothing that wouldn't get me thrown out on my ass anyway.
He misread my reluctance. "Don't worry boy, you'll be paid for today. Maybe you need to read your contract in full."
My response, if there was ever going to be one, died down in my throat as something on the other side of the lawn caught my attention.
A flash of bronze hair and caramel skin behind the luxury E-Class Mercedes that could only belong to one person. It seems she wasn't done playing hide and seek with her father. Based on her state last night, I thought she’d have a killer hangover.
"Leah! Is that you?" Peter called out. The place went dead silent except for the twittering of the birds. After what seemed like forever, she shifted behind the bumper before finally standing. Now that he definitely saw her, she couldn't hide. Why was he even hiding from him in the first place?
I watched as she approached us. A sprinkle of seven o'clock shine adorning her face. And all I could think about at that moment was how breathtaking it was. Five months in solitude didn't do her justice. Leah Monroe lived in a whole other world than mine but I wouldn't be French if I didn't know her. Over the years I've only seen the princess of the wine industry from TV screens and the front cover of magazines.
Everything about her was perfect, her dazed ruby green eyes and bronze locks that took the burn of autumn leaves, even the tight pucker of her rosy lips. The HD pixels had never done her any justice. She was so gorgeous, especially with that deer caught in headlights look on her face. But I had my fair share of beautiful women, all of them left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I took my eyes off her so Peter wouldn't get suspicious.
"Hi, dad." She looked so uncomfortable as Peter caught her hand and pulled her in an embrace.
"Sweetheart, where have you been hiding? Your Gaga told me your flight arrived yesterday, why didn't you tell me?"
"I took the bus dad. People do it all the time."
Peter snorted. "People. Not my daughter."
"I'm a big girl dad, I found my way home. Besides, I was too busy sleeping off my jetlag to be decent company." She was lying through her teeth and she made it look too easy. Just then she stole a sideways glance at me, the pointed look in her eyes sending a clear message, shut up or else.
Some twisted part of me wanted to know what she'd do if I told her dad that she wasn't sleeping or jet lagged for that matter. Something told me that she was a firecracker, someone just needed to light her fuse. I bit down on my lip, letting her highness spin her web of lies.
"Nevertheless you look well, Gaga's recipes did wonders for you.” Peter continued, then held her at arms length now, the pleated peach dress she wore shimmied with his movement. “The end of summer masquerade will be a great way to showcase your beauty."
The already dim light in her eyes faded even more. She did well to mask it with a small smile. "I can't wait." She forced out.
"Good because it's sooner than you think." Peter smiled down at his daughter but even with that kilowatt grin, Leah didn't budge. Was I missing something? According to the tabloids their bond was stronger than ever, especially now since her mom died. Someone obviously got it wrong somewhere. Or maybe they were too much alike that they couldn't bear each other's presence.
He shifted his attention to me. "Oh. This is Xander Hayes. My driver, he started here a couple weeks after you left."
She nodded politely. "Nice to meet you Mr. Hayes."
"Likewise Ms. Monroe." She stretched out that perfectly thin hand to me. And the moment our hands touched, I regretted it. The contact was like a vice grip to my heart and my eyes flicked to hers. If she felt anything she did a great job of keeping it hidden. I cleared my throat. Anything more shameless than mowing down an unsuspecting girl with your eyes, it was doing it next to her father.
"I trust my father has been accommodating." Her voice was firm. A lot different than yesterday, albeit more trained than I thought she could be. Oh how she changed when her father was around.
“What do you take me for princess? I'm always on my best behavior.” Peter said, his voice fading in the background the longer Leah’s hand was in my grasp.
“Tell that to anyone else who is not me, anciano.” She joked, a shimmer of light returned to her face. I deserved a medal for keeping my face straight right now despite the tightness in my stomach.
“Old? Who are you calling old? I told mama not to teach you all of those fancy spanish words so you can use them against me.”
She slowly slid her hand from mine to continue teasing her father. “You’re pushing 50 of course you are.”
“Then you’d have no problem with why I called you home.”
“What do you mean?”
Peter threw me a sideways glance, telling me that answer wasn't for my ears. “We’ll discuss it over breakfast.”
“It was nice meeting you, Mr. Hayes. I’ll see you around the compound.”
I watched them walk away with a strange feeling developing in my chest. I knew that I was going to have a lot of run-ins with Leah when I took this job. Now that I saw her in action, I learned two things. She was great at lying and an alcoholic.
It didn’t matter though, I plan on staying as far away from her as possible. The prettier the flower, the more lethal the poison. That I know from experience.
I turn back to the car. Now that I was off the hook for the day, what the heck was I supposed to do?
Leah MonroeI drew my brush over the blank canvas slowly, edging, hoping the invisible lines would give some inspiration. But it doesn't.I knew it. There's a crack somewhere in me and I thought a small part of it would mend if I escaped this place long enough. But it was still there, maybe even wider. Who was I kidding? This vineyard was only a grim reminder of her and that will never change. And it didn't help that I was in the very spot where she gave me my first paint brush. She said I had a knack for it, just like her, and it was an easy breakout from reality. Now I can't even do that. I fell back on my chair and placed my focus on the legacy my great-grandparents built some 200 years ago. It was somewhere I cherished, called home, but there was no way anything could go back to how it was. Not when she's gone.Over my board I saw the familiar black Audi drive in, and my pulse raised. Xander was back, he drove out this morning before I could thank him for what he did last night.
Leah MonroeA flash of white headlights jolted my eyes open. Shit! I squinted just enough to see my father hopping out of the car with Xander holding the door for him. I slid down onto my seat, making sure they didn't see that I was in my car. As soon as I made contact with the ground, a pain shot through my lower back. Maybe all of that waiting got my body tight. I glanced at my phone, it was almost eleven, so Xander must be heading out. He climbed back into the car. I expected him to park somewhere on the compound but he didn't, instead, he headed toward the exit. I thought drivers took their own car home in the evenings. I can't believe how careless dad was, throwing around an Audi like that like it was nothing. For all I know, Xander could be waiting for the right moment to pawn it off or scrap it down. I wasn't one to judge people but he definitely didn't deserve my benefit of the doubt. I waited before he got a safe distance before I started my car and drove after him. He was
Xander HayesI walked away from Leah into the alleyway and made my way into the cub. A popular International music started blaring through the speakers, rattling the ground beneath my feet. That meant the show was about to start.Before the door slammed shut, I glanced over my shoulder to take in Leah's appearance. Her burnt-ruffled locks tumble over her shoulders complimenting that little green dress she had on. Damn.No wonder those men were on her like that. It was just a thin scrap of satin that showed up every indentation of her body. Every point, down to the pinprick nipples of her prefect globes that rose and fell to her every breath. That dress on her was sexy as fuck, I had to will my dick to settle with every move she made, even as I had her lock against the wall. And if I had to do that, I don't even want to think what all those pussy depraved, blue-balled men surrounding her would’ve done if I didn't step in.When I saw her car and heard the commotion outside I knew she was
Leah MonroeI almost clipped my heel on the door when I slammed it in Xander’s face. I hope he was pleased with himself, now that his criminal friends have stolen my car. He didn’t even look like he cared. Maybe my car being stolen was a grand way of getting revenge on me for threatening him. Dammit! I can’t believe I acted so recklessly tonight. I followed a man I didn't even know into a biker bar that didn't even look like a biker bar! I was lucky it was just my car that got stolen, if Xander didn't show up, they'd probably take something else.My eyes drifted closed, I swallowed a breath in the darkness, trying to regain control of my buzzing nerves. But an unwavering presence somewhere in the hall forced them to a crescendo. “Leah?”Startled, I stood at attention, eyes wide. Daddy was standing at the edge of the steps, a cup of his hands. It was coffee, I knew before I smelled it in the air. It was a habit of his to get a cup at this time of night, it was good to know that some o
Leah MonroeLaceTulle Satin, glamor.Layer by layer, I studied the posh space of Kathryn Dupont’s boutique. This used to be my favorite place in town to visit with my mom. I always loved to watch the sunlight ricochet from the sky-high crystal chandeliers, the stone carvings, and ceramic designer pieces stacked randomly on thick glass cupboards round.Silver racks with a mass of modish dresses designed in a floral arrangement reflected in the glossy white-washed flooring. White low-back chairs arranged in a circle in each of the sliding-door dressing rooms.The room smelled rich, imposing even. I had to remind myself that it took one phone call for them to accept me without an appointment. So I was rich and imposing too.I glanced at the clock, it showed a little after two. Now that I got mind-numbing dress shopping out of the way, it was time for some real fun, afterall, it was summer.But Hayley was nowhere to be found. She ran off on me when I waited for the store clerk to package
Leah MonroeMy heart was hammering in my chest when I got inside. Not because I'm practically giving my car away again. No, because I was walking with a thong rubbing me all types of ways alongside a man I clearly wanted to jump.And…..Out of all the cringe worthy things that ran through my mind when I thought of this place, this did not make the list. He brought me into the club, it was a red club, filled with an assortment of naked ass and breasts! "You better stay close to me." Xander said to me. As if he had to tell me. These men looked thirstier than Norwegian saltfish on a hot summer day. I've never felt so uneasy in my entire life. We made our way through a few groups of men, all of them distracted by the women on the platform ahead of them, showing all they had to offer. And I meant all. It all looked like a nonverbal sex audition to me.Why the hell would he bring me here?We finally stopped moving, and secured ourselves in a small secluded booth. A concrete column obscure
Xander HayesWho knew a forty seconds phone call could've been so hard to stomach. Especially from Ramon, a friend from my past. We left things in such bad terms, I should've expected he didn't have any good to say. I didn't really care for it. In fact, I had no idea what was going on in that side of the world and there was a good reason for that. I ignored them for so long they seemed nonexistent. Now I'm set with a damn ultimatum with such little time. I didn't only make one, but two mistakes today. I knew it was a bad idea to leave Amelia and Leah alone. Leave them together long enough, they are bound to stir trouble. Right now, Leah was dragging me around as if she knew the place and Amelia couldn't stop grinning. What the fuck was going on?I'm going to get to the bottom of this, just as soon as Leah stopped hauling me. A minute into walking, she decided on a wooden door. It led to one of the girls' rooms. It was clean, white, well lit, held just a bed and a table, all that wa
Leah MonroeI drank in the silence of the kitchen as I filled my cereal bowl with milk. I needed it, especially with the dreadful day I had today and yesterday, mostly because I hid from Xander the entire day. Feeling self conscious wasn't a great feeling. There was this constant sinking feeling that I wasn't good enough for him.I didn't know where I got the courage from as I got on my knees yesterday. But it felt good to just let go and do something that I wanted to do for once. But when have I ever made a decision for me and it didn't backfire?Shit. A sick feeling washed over me every time I thought about it, followed by a chilling realization. That night was like a broken record, playing over and over again in my head. How I fell on my knees, practically begging to suck him off. The striking look in his eyes as he rejected me. I felt horrible, I thought crying would've helped but it didn't. I guess that's what happens when you get rejected for the first time by a man, and that ma