*Xavier's POVI don't carry Harley for long. Not because I wasn't enjoying the feel of her skin against my hand or her nails grazing the nape of my neck but because when we got out of the woods, a very busy street greeted us, making me realize that the woods we trespassed through were the private property of someone.I can only hope that no one saw us. I don't want a jail record right after being mugged.I put her down on the pavement when I see people stopping to stare at us. Ignoring their questionable looks, I grab her hand and pull her with me across the street. She tiptoes when her feet hurt as she hits the road.My watch — the only thing the goons didn't take from us — reads close to 7 pm and the hustle-bustle of LA is already at its peak. We are about 10 miles from Beverly Hills and somewhere close to Hollywood. We look out of place with our tattered clothes among the others on the road.The building we head towards is tall and magnificent. It reads 'Hotel McClarke' above the g
*Harley's POVI hear the creak of the bathroom door opening and my heart skips a beat. The shower above my head is pouring hot but the sound of my heartbeat is the one that drums in my ears. There is the rustle of clothes and I inhale a breath, knowing that he is undressed when his footsteps head towards the shower curtain, the only barrier between us."Stop!" I let out and he halts."Changed your mind, nemesis?" His deep voice greets my ears. It sounds hotter inside the bathroom, echoing in the quietness."No," I answer. "Turn around first and then step in."A disgruntled groan leaves him and I turn my neck slightly to find him following my orders. His sturdy back enters the shower as he steps inside. It takes all of my self-control to not move my eyes down his body when the water from the shower hits him, making a deep sigh of relief leave his lips.We stand under the shower in silence and I reach for the body wash kept on a little shelf. I put some liquid over my palm before handin
*Xavier’s POV"No, Mom, we're fine." I rub my forehead as I hear Mom's frantic voice over the phone. Ever since she heard that we got mugged, she has been freaking out. "We were robbed and all but we're still fine.""But how did this happen?" she asks in a worried tone. "I thought you were smart enough to not stop your car on an empty road. Times are rough, sweetie."I feel the inclination to tell her that it was in fact not my fault at all. If it wasn't for Harley, I would have been sleeping in my bed right now instead of being dressed in borrowed clothes from a hotel's staff.But then again, I would have missed the chance to bury my face between her legs. Turns out, everything does happen for good."It was a mistake. I told Jake to trace the car. We should be getting our stuff back soon.""Come back home soon," Mom sighs. "The event went smoothly but all my plans to introduce Harley as an Everest went downhill. We need to throw a party for her soon to welcome her to our family. I'll
*Harley’s POV"So, what's the plan?" Xavier asks as he pulls the car at a parking slot outside the gates of Bradford Institute of Fashion and Technology."I'll tell you later." I open the seat belt and grab my bag but rather than opening the car door and leaving quietly, I end up stealing a look at Xavier. "Will you go to work now?"We returned home just this morning and after having a shower — together, Xavier chose to drop me to college himself. We even got the car and our phones back, courtesy of the mysterious Jake Gallagher. I have to meet this new guy for myself soon."Yeah," he hums. "I have a meeting with our new clients. It's time we show them the designs for their complex."I pull my bottom lip inside my mouth as I watch him. He is dressed in a well-tailored grey suit that fits his frame to perfection. It is a wonder that he takes so little time to groom himself yet comes out as a classy gentleman while I have to take an hour to just get my hair done before stepping out.He
*Harley’s POV"You've gotta be kidding me!" Xavier growls as the curtain of the theater is lifted and the Romeo & Juliet banner greets his eyes."C'mon, Xavier, you promised." I squeeze his arm, making him look at my hand on his.His lips are pressed to a thin line as his eyes skate over my body. I am wearing a white blouse and a maroon skirt, just like I promised. More than once or twice, his hand already slipped under my skirt in the car, telling me that he approved of the look."Romeo and Juliet, seriously?" He leans back in his seat, dropping his hands casually between his knees. "You strike a hard bargain, nemesis."Dressed in a simple white shirt and dress pants, he looks strikingly handsome as he watches the drama start to unfold on stage. His expression is disinterested and he gives a disgusted look when Romeo enters the stage."How can you hate them?" I shrug, looking at the stage where the man playing Romeo says his dialogue. "They are the most beautiful star-crossed lovers
*Xavier’s POV"Huh...you want me to teach you how to make a man come?" I repeat her words in a raspy voice, my eyes moving to her lips as she pulls the bottom one between her teeth.My ears ring with what I just heard, her voice playing blissful games inside my head."No," she says and something deflates in my chest. "I want you to teach me how to make you come. I don't care about other men."The sensation in my chest soars high, my blood rushing to my groin in an instant. I look agape at Harley and she lifts an eyebrow at me."Are you sure, blondie?" I touch her leg, curling my fingers under her knee and squeezing. "I'm not exactly a good teacher.""Why?""Teachers are gentle, darling." I pull her towards me swiftly, making her sit on my lap. Her nightgown hikes up, giving me a mouth-watering view of her lacy underwear, sticking to her cunt like a second skin with wetness. "I'm not gentle.""So, you're denying me the chance to suck you off?" She circles her arms around my neck, makin
*Harley’s POV"Do I look good?" I run my hands along the length of my hair, looking myself up in the rearview mirror of the car.Choosing a perfect dress usually comes easy to me but tonight, I feel more cautious about my appearance. After spending an hour in front of the wardrobe, I ended up picking a royal blue, off-shoulder cocktail dress with a side slit reaching above my knee."You always look good, Harley. Stop worrying," Xavier says, interlacing our fingers together, making me look at our joined hands.Unlike me, it took him only a few minutes to get ready, and yet, I admire the way he is dressed in a black suit that was tailored just for his body. He is wearing a crisp white shirt underneath with a black tie. His biceps are hard underneath the sleeves and I have the urge to run my hands over them. His hair is neatly gelled, spiked a little on the front, and his cheeks are covered by light stubble."But you said they were important clients." Xavier squeezes my hand as I speak.
*Xavier’s POVThe moment those dirty words leave her lips, we ditch the Russo brothers in their posh hotel and rush back home. I find my hands unable to leave Harley's body and we make out in the backseat for the entire ride. Harley laughs when I mutter silent curses to the driver to drive faster.By the time we reach home, my cock is straining against my pants. Thankfully, Mom and Rose aren't to be spotted when we enter the house, so I grab Harley's hand and we run up the stairs, hurrying to our room. Once in, I do not look back as I lock the door and face Harley. She is standing beside the bed, giving me a tiny smile as I walk toward her. Her off-shoulder dress presents a great view of her skin, along with the dip of the neckline towards her cleavage. My heart drums loud in my chest when I grab her by her waist, pulling her towards me, and her hands travel up to the collar of my shirt."Hey," she giggles."Hey, you." I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear as I look at her face.