CHAPTER FIFTEEN

THIRD PERSONS POV

Myra was woken up by a bhang on her bedroom door. She groaned in annoyance as she made her way towards the door, ready to lash out at whoever it was that was disturbing her dream. She opened the door with one rough pull then looked at the person on the other side of the door in shock, only manging to smile a few seconds later.

"Will you let me in or should i just stay out here?" Xavier asked, a smirk plastered on his remarkably handsome face.

He looked a little different, wild, she dared called it. Instead of his usual designer suits, he had on a sweatpant. She had seen him without his suits before but had never seen him without them that late in the morning.

She would have let him in immediately if she hadn't found herself fixated on his abs and muscles. Oh he was fit, that much she would admit, and all hers. This, whatever they had would have to last, whatever it took, she would make them happen. Those kids she had dreamt were playing in the garden would have to