Javier really wanted to have his way with Cher but he did not let himself do it because he was well aware that it would only be instant gratification, as Cher would be hit by guilt when she woke up the next morning.As for what a woman wallowing in guilt and remorse could do, it was hard to tell, especially when her husband had insulted and accused her that day. Therefore, Javier did not do anything to her.The next morning, Cher felt her head throb and her throat ache. When she opened her eyes and realized that she was in a foreign environment, she was shocked. She did not understand how she had gotten there. She had been drinking in the bar last night—had someone assaulted her while she was drunk?!It was only when she saw Javier beside her that she recalled last night’s events…Cher turned as red as an apple once she thought of it. She could not imagine that she had done something that only people in the movies did. Feeling so embarrassed that her face was burning, she scrambled
What Javier said pushed the thug’s buttons. That little sweetheart had been so close, only to be snatched from his arms while he looked like a sucker who had just been taken advantage of! It made him livid.He swiped a baseball bat from below the table and stormed toward Javier, raising the service end of the stick against his face. “You f*cking pr*ck! Unless you plan to die today, p*ss off!” he barked. “This ain’t your mother’s place! Pick somewhere else to keep clowning!”Zenya pulled herself away from the safety of Javier’s arms and shoved him. “This doesn’t concern you! Go! You’re only p*ssing them off, and that’s a bad idea.”Zenya’s intention was a noble one. She was worried about Javier’s safety, and offending these thugs would endanger him unnecessarily. But her concern also meant that she underestimated Javier’s ability to defend himself, so he returned her goodwill by pulling her aside.Javier then stepped forward and snatched the baseball bat out of the thug’s hand befor
Cher was not going to let him do her again, but unfortunately, she hardly had a say in this. Javier led her to the woods near the campus, and the rest can be predicted even by the least imaginative adult…There was little conversation after it was over. Cher took about three minutes to rest and struggled out of Javier’s arms, scowling. She tried to leave even before the reddish afterglow had faded from her countenance, but alas, her body was not as cooperative as she would have hoped. Her gait was an unsteady stagger, and her movements were jerky. It was pretty hard to see Cher now and imagine the same woman who was famous for the graceful spring in her step. Javier rose and caught up with her. He held her by the arm, stating, “This way, it will look like you sprained your ankle.”Cher realized belatedly that her gait was a little unbecoming—especially to an observer who knew about these things. Left with very little choice, she let Javier help her keep up the pretense.They bum
Megara was not a big fan of the proposal. “Why the hell would I possibly want that?” she protested. “I don’t wanna share you with her! No, I want—”“To be the only one with a say in this?” Javier cut her off.Megara faltered. Admittedly, she was hardly the one to call the shots. It was just that the thought of sharing her source of pleasure with Cher, of all people, rubbed her the wrong way.The problem here, of course, was that she was the conquered rather than the conqueror. Her disadvantageous position in this dynamic was what was causing this dilemma.Javier patted her back. “Don’t worry, you have all the time in the world to consider my proposal…until tonight, that is. If you like what you heard, then be there tonight. Otherwise, get off my lap.”The last time they had negotiated, Javier had been the one pleading with Megara to do something for him. How the tables had turned! She was the one on her knees now. It was a humiliating change, but then again, shame became trifling
Just as Javier was about to introduce his knuckles to the barking dog, Zenya appeared.Not keen on causing unnecessary trouble, he ended up stopping himself. Charlie, for his part, saw this as a sign of Javier’s cowardice. Pleased, he sprung toward the campus field as though he had already carried the day.Javier leered at the young man’s back and scoffed before turning his attention to Zenya. “How did the operation go?”She nodded happily. “It was a great success! The doctor told me that her illness is most likely never coming back. She’s basically cured!”That was genuinely great news. Javier could not help being happy for her.She blushed. “It’s all thanks to you. If it weren’t for you, I…” she began.Javier waved. ‘Twas hardly a problem for him. It had been as easy as holding the door open for someone else.Zenya, of course, thought differently. For one, had Javier not appeared, she would have been stuck in a quandary she was not sure how to get out of. She had been so close
Megara’s appearance more than ensured that the students’ attitude turned from impressed surprise to gross fascination. They wanted to watch the drama unfold between two of the institution’s beauty rivals, especially since Cher had been discovered seeing a student. There was no way Megara would pass up the chance to mock Cher for it, if only to show how classier she was.Reality, however, was at odds with their expectations—both the crowd’s and Cher’s.Cher believed Megara was going to eviscerate her too, and yet Megara simply stepped close, leaned forward, planted a kiss on Javier’s cheek, and threw her arms around Javier’s waist.The crowd was so shocked that they might as well have turned to stone.“What. The. Actual. F*ck?! He’s hugging Cher from behind, and now Megara’s hugging him from the back? The f*ck is this paradise of a sandwich Xavier has found himself in?! What the f*ck! Why the hell is Xavier getting all the ladies?!”“This is illegal! Look at how unfair and wrong th
Javier had the time of his life that night. Megara and Cher both, who were intoxicated and satisfied, would agree. The three of them lay on Javier’s comfy king-sized bed, feeling the most content they had ever been.Charlie Larson and his vindictive crusade against Javier had gone great too. At least only his legs were broken, and not irreparably so. It was a painful lesson at most, but nothing an orthopedic cast and three months’ worth of bedrest could not fix. Charlie was just a kid, after all. That was enough reason for Herschel to show some mercy.Of course, Charlie himself found this a lot less merciful. It only cemented how much he hated Javier for setting up this trap to harm and damage him.While lying on a hospital bed, Charlie turned to his father’s girlfriend, Kira Yorke. “I don’t care! You’re gonna help me pay him back, or I’ll tell my dad you don’t care about me and let other people beat me up!”Kira used to be in a gang herself, and the expansive tattoos stretching fr
Herschel helped open the door to the warehouse, and Kira strode right in. It was dark inside, so her eyes took some time to get used to it before noticing that there was no one there.Javier entered soon after her, and Herschel slammed the door behind him with a loud sound.Kira jumped. “W-What was that? What the hell?! Open the door! Open—the—door!” she shrieked at the top of her lungs, calling on her underlings to help.No one responded. Not even the driver who had brought her there made a peep. It was obvious that Herschel had taken care of the driver.Javier did not plan to stop Kira. He found a comfortable spot in the warehouse and watched her frantically trying to find a way out with a smile. She was admittedly a beauty to behold—a woman with a fair complexion, gorgeous features, and plenty of sex appeal without even trying.Javier admired her quietly as she galumphed around the warehouse, sometimes pounding the door, sometimes looking for a window. There were a few around t