Xavier pushed past the woman and entered the emergency room even though he knew he wasn’t allowed in there yet. “How is she?” He asked aloud, and rushed to Charlotte’s side when he saw she was awake. “How do you feel?” He asked Charlotte, sitting beside her and holding her hands tenderly in his. “Alright,” she said with a weak voice. “Is she fit to be taken out of this hospital?” He asked the nurses who had remained silent since he barged into the room. “She’s fine, just a little weak, so yes she can be taken home now,” one of the nurses responded. “Okay,” he nodded and dialed a number on his phone. “I need you to come to Primerose Memorial hospital right now.” He held a hand over the receiver and asked the nurse, “Is there a back door that not many people know of that I can take her through?” The head nurse shook her head. “No there isn’t.” “There is,” the first nurse who came out to meet him said. The others glared at her. “It’s not accessible to patients or visitors!” “Do
“Lethal injection?” Charlotte asked with wide eyes. “Yes,” he replied with a nod. Charlotte felt a chill run down her spine. That was such a grievous offense. Why would he ever try to cover it up? “Did you ever find the person that did it?” She asked, fearing the answer. He sighed. “Yes. It was him.” She squinted, confused. “Him?” “His sickness worried him. He didn’t want to watch it slowly take his life from him. He wanted things to end on his own terms. I discouraged him from going ahead with it when he told me, but I should have taken more measures to prevent it from happening.”“Oh, he…” she started, but didn’t have the mind to utter the words. “Yes,” he said, looking at her like he knew she didn’t fully believe him. “The procedure is not legal in the state. When I found out, I was disappointed, but it was already too late. Unfortunately, the autopsy results were announced publicly without my consent and an investigation was carried out. When I tried to halt it, I became th
They stood outside in the balcony in silence for a long while, each lost in their own thoughts. No words needed to be exchanged. Basking in the peace that simply being with him brought was enough. They watched the sun set and when she yawned, he suggested they go inside. Even though she didn’t feel remotely sleepy, she lay on the bed beside him and closed her eyes. She had no desire to operate her phone or even switch on the Tv. She didn’t want to come across any news station or article talking about her and Xavier. He adjusted her until she was lying on him, with her head on his chest and his hands over her neck. “Thanks for believing me,” he said after a while. “I was married to your nephew for the worst two years of my life. From him, I know what the rest of his family is like,” she said. “I would be a fool not to believe you.” He laughed, but it sounded strained. “I am also a part of his family.” “But they all hate you so that means you’re doing something right.” “I guess
"Good morning," Xavier said with a lazy smile when Charlotte opened her eyes that morning. "Good morning," she greeted back with a blush when she realized she was still lying on top of him. That was weird because she was an active sleeper and never remained in the same position all night. "You kept slipping off but I placed you here myself," he answered her unasked question, while removing a strand of hair that slightly covered her eye. "Oh," she muttered, suddenly feeling self-conscious now that it was bright everywhere. It was one thing to fondle and bang each other's brains out at night, but it was another to face him the next morning, completely naked and under the full glare of the daylight. Daylight, where everyone could see everything. Her eyes popped open when a sudden thought occurred to her. "What if there are cameras here?" she asked with a note of alarm in her voice. Xavier didn't seem perturbed. His lips curved up a little in amusement at her worry. "The Prime mini
“My father is not impressed that he’s the only one bringing in money for my wedding,” Valerie complained bitterly to her fiancé, Jonah. “Do you want people to laugh at me? They’re already saying I ended up with Charlotte’s sloppy seconds and now you can’t even afford the wedding you promised everyone would be a million times better than your uncle’s wedding.” “I’ll get the money,” Jonah assured her, holding back his hurt at her demeaning words. “My mother has gotten Xavier’s attention. It’s only a matter of time before he responds and pays us to stop speaking about the case.” Valerie stared at her husband in disgust. This was beyond embarrassing. Her soon-to-be husband had no money of his own, refused to get a job and was proud to admit that his hopeful source of income would come from slandering his uncle and being paid to shut up. How did her life go downhill like this? Her father, Sir White berated her everyday for ending up with the loser Roman. He had constantly pushed for he
Charlotte woke up with a smile sometime the next morning, although she didn't know what was causing it. She was extremely excited as she writhed on the bed, a plethora of pleasures washing all over her. The excitement settled in one part of her, making her moan out loudly. "Xavier?" she whispered. "Mmh," he said with his mouth full from between her legs. He increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit when he realized she was awake, and added an extra finger inside of her. She gasped loudly, and shut her mouth immediately with the palm of her hand, but he only increased his pace as if he wanted her to keep screaming and announce to everyone who cseed to know, that she was being greatly pleasured by him. He made slurping sounds as he lapped her juices up in his mouth like a starved man. One leg was on his back while the other was pressed against the bed, spreading her open and giving him complete access to pleasure her. His hands reached under her shirt to play with her nipples
“It’s beautiful,” Charlotte exclaimed, looking down at the view from the Montmartre. There were several other couples around them, exploring what was rumored to be one of the most romantic places to visit in Paris. “Just like you,” Xavier said, kissing her slightly. She stared at him for a few seconds, smitten but smiled back when she realized she had been staring and turned back to look at the view. When he did stuff like that, it felt too real. That nagging voice returned again, but she tuned it off, deciding to focus on what truly nattered. Xavier's hand wrapped around the small of her waist as they stared out at the surrounding areas of Paris together. "They don't call it the city of love for no reason," he remarked. Many other people were in their position, probably tourists like the , holding hands together as couples and looking down, completely in love. She ignored them and rested her head on Xavier’s chest, letting herself bask in the warmth she felt in that moment, not
A flashing light pierced through the eyes of Charlotte and Xavier, completely ending their little entanglement. “What the…!” Xavier exclaimed in disgust, turning to where the camera light had come from. Charlotte’s heart pounded when the man’s eyes turned to her. His lips were lifted at the sides with a smirk. “Goddamn paparazzi!” Xavier yelled and lightly dropped her. “How many of you are out there, huh? Won’t you just give me a breathing space for a minute? What the heck do you even want?” The man wearing the hoodie made no moves to try to escape even though he had been caught red handed, taking pictures of the couple. That angered Xavier the more. Walking to the smirking camera man, Xavier grabbed him by the collar and easily pressed him against the sharp metallic railing. For the first time, a note of alarm flashed through the young man’s face as he looked down. “Who do you work for, huh?” Xavier blared, his fingernails digging through the man’s collar into his neck and hang