Amidst her confusion, Charlotte blinked twice, wondering if she had heard right. “What?” She muttered. “Trivial?” He had found out everything she had been trying to hide- the fact that she had been drunk one night years ago and spent the rest of the night with her sister’s husband at the time and was currently paying him to hide it, yet somehow he considered the issue ‘trivial’. “Yes, trivial,” Xavier confirmed, pulling the seat he had been leaning against and sitting on it. “Why didn’t you tell me immediately he started asking you to send him money? Don’t you think I could have done something about it?” “I…I thought you would be mad,” she said, still not sure if this was a trap or not. The space between his brows creased. “Mad? Why?” “Well, not exactly mad but disappointed,” she said, glancing around. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to cause a strain in our fragile relationship.” “Why would I be disappointed?” She looked down, uncomfortable because he was going to m
“Your breasts have increased,” Xavier remarked, tracing the outline of her left swollen breast. “What?” Charlotte chuckled as she struggled to catch her breath beside him after he had just given her an orgasm that still made her legs quake a minute after. She rubbed his hand that was over her breast with a lazy smile on her face. “You suck at pillow talk.” He laughed. “This isn’t pillow talk. I’m just saying what I see. Your skin is flourishing, your hair is longer, your breasts are bigger, in fact you look better than ever,” he praised, looking at every part of her as he did. “This vacation is really good for me, that’s why,” she said with a sad smile. “Too bad it’ll soon come to an end.” “That’s a lie. Your change has nothing to do with the vacation,” he said with a smug smile. “You changed because of me.“Don’t flatter yourself,” she said while laughing. “I don’t have to. You know that’s the truth, baby,” he continued, palming her breasts and looking over the rest of her body
“Welcome home!” The older maid greeted them affectionately once Xavier and Charlotte stepped into the house. “The house has been so empty since you both left. I’ve been counting down the days.” All the other workers stood on opposite sides of them in a straight file, but none of them was comfortable enough to greet them like that. They all curtsied and stepped out one after the other to bring in their belongings. The older woman followed Charlotte into her room, chatting all the way. Charlotte didn’t complain as she answered the woman’s incessant questions. It was much better than the awkward silence she had experienced with Xavier throughout their flight back here. “How was Europe?” She asked, standing by the door. “It was wonderful,” Charlotte answered honestly. “So,” the woman said in a whisper and came closer. “How was it?” Charlotte blushed, catching the double entendre in the older woman’s question and wishing she would just let it go. She had no desires whatsoever to dis
“Oh. He wants to give me a job or something?” Charlotte asked Carlos who looked like he regretted opening his mouth in the first place. “I don’t know. He’ll tell you why he wanted to see you, please,” he said uncomfortably. Charlotte sighed and turned back to look at the trees. There was no need to get ahead of herself and worry herself for no reason. She had never held a job before, never had to. But then again, just like Carlos had said, it was tiring to stay at home all day, doing nothing but waiting for Xavier to come home. Maybe that was why she was always thinking about ridiculous things. However, she was afraid of disappointing him and even embarrassing him. As someone with no prior work experience, she would have to be under someone at the start. What if she ended up being bad at everything and people began to talk? Here she was again, spiraling. She was making herself tensed for no reason, even before Xavier had told her anything. She didn’t need a job. She already had
“Okay,” Charlotte said, after thinking over it for a while. “Two weeks.” “Thanks a lot,” he said with a plastered smile and reached out to shake her hand. “Welcome aboard.” A little wave of anger flashed over Charlotte. From how almost desperate he was to get her to work for him, she started to wonder if there was something he was trying to accomplish by using her. Maybe he needed people to see them together as often as possible now, so that positive news of them working together would replace the negative publicity that had formed during their honeymoon. As she took his hand grudgingly, she tried not to appear too disappointed. This was why she had been paid for anyway- to enhance his image. She had no right to be angry about that. “When do I start?” She asked. “It’s Thursday today so it’ll have to be next week,” he told her, looking up at the calendar hung in his room. “I’ll give you the contact of your trainer as soon as I can.” She nodded, pressing her lips together. “Can
“I can’t leave you even if I wanted to,” Xavier said with a chuckle as he pressed her hand against his cheek. Charlotte smiled and pressed it. “You’re so annoying. I’m supposed to be mad at you.” “I know,” he said with a grin. “I’m that charming.” Without warning, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him, so close that she could perceive his sweet but musky scent. She didn’t try to release herself from his grip this time. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and smiled up at him. “If you ever make me doubt my sanity again, I’ll kill you,” she said and he laughed. “That sounds like a threat.” “Because it is.” With an affectionate smile, he stroked her hair with one hand while the other remained around her waist, pulling her closer even though there was no longer any space between them. She smiled back up at him, but her eyes were on his slightly parted lips. His smile reduced slightly when he looked at her plush lips that seemed to be beckoning him. “I love
“Now it’s your turn,” Xavier said, releasing himself from her and lifting her on the desk. He stepped away from her and admired her body, from her bare chest to her skirt bunched over her waist and her mound underneath it that still had his cum dripping out of it. “You have the hottest ‘just got fucked’ look,” he praised. She spread her legs wider and smiled when his gaze fell to her core and remained there. “Only you can make me look this way,” she said, running her hand softly over his cock that was still hard and pulsing, even though he had reached his orgasm just a few seconds ago. He got closer and positioned himself between her legs without moving. He placed his lips directly on her ear and whispered, “What do you want me to do to you?” Charlotte bit her lip as a dozen fantasies she had thought up filled her head all at once. “I want…” she began. Her request was interrupted by a knock on the door. As if whoever was behind the door could somehow develop x-ray vision and
“Will you like him to be in the room with us while I run your tests,” Dr Anna asked Charlotte, getting ready to proceed after Xavier brought her for her appointment. “Yes I will,” she said, holding his hand. This was not Charlotte’s first time meeting a gynecologist. In fact, most of her days had been spent at a hospital as the doctor Jonah had picked out for her kept poking and running tests to find out why she wouldn’t conceive. This woman seemed nice, but she wasn’t ready to hear what she already knew. Something was wrong with her and she just couldn’t get pregnant. It would be much better if he stayed with her. Besides, he already knew a little about her condition, so it wasn’t like anything the doctor said would surprise them. “Mr Roman here tells me you’ve been on birth control,” she asked. “Which one?” “Basva,” she said. “That’s a good one,” she nodded. “Less side effects. Your last reports say you have a condition that stops you from getting pregnant because your womb i