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
Javier put away his phone after he hung up and smiled at Kira, who was farther away.“It was planned. I purposely made him call now so I could scare you.”Kira chuckled wryly because she knew that it was impossible. Everything had happened spontaneously. How could Javier have arranged for it in advance? It could only be a coincidence—and only a coincidence like this one would disclose the real facts.This was a man who disregarded even Freddy, and she had offended him by threatening to incapacitate him, all at her own expense…Kira was ashamed once she thought of the bluster that had left her mouth just now. She was terrified. She honestly could not understand how that brat Charlie had provoked such an intimidating person or why the guy had only broken Charlie’s legs. The punishment had been honestly quite light—kind, even.Kira finally spoke up after some contemplation.“Mr. Carsey, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have p*ssed you off. Charlie just got his legs broken. It was already a
As Bernadetta launched a barrage of kicks against the restaurant door, Mrs. Greene summoned 120% of her strength, holding the fort. The older woman had made a living terrorizing others with absurd accusations and downright unreasonable demands, but this time, she had met her match. Bernadetta James put the “man” in the word “woman”—in that she resorted to violence as soon as things escalated. In the end, it took both Mrs. Greene’s apology and a deal to provide Javier and Bernadetta with three days’ meals, all free of charge, to make the young woman stop. Then—“because I actually have a weakness against people sincerely appealing to my better angels,” according to Bernadetta—she amended the peace offer, changing the three days’ free meals to…a week’s worth. Back in the inn, Javier expressed his heartfelt gratitude to Bernadetta for rescuing him. “I can’t thank you enough for standing by my side when I needed it the most, Bern. But I can thank you a bit more if you refrain from using t
Mrs. Greene opened her flap and unlocked the floodgate, the spit during her tirade so profusive that she could water an old lady’s lawn. “It’s him, officers! It’s all him! He did this to his own camera just to remove himself as a suspect, but we know better than that! He’s the guy who stole my goddamn lingerie!”She turned and trained her finger on Javier. “You vile, disgusting, degenerate piece of sh*t! Ptooey!”‘Back at you! I'd rather spend the night with my left hand than with you!’ By this point in the morning, Bernadetta had arrived at work. Her heels clicked onto the floor as she sauntered toward the commotion. As soon as she heard what had transpired, she laughed, looking clearly amused. She trained her perfectly manicured finger on Javier and piled on. “Oh, it was him. I can testify to that! He stole Mrs. Greene’s bra because he is…the Lingerie Phantom Thief! By day, he is Javier Kersey. At night, he is Jo Ker, the Bra Stealer!” Javier threw his arms up in exasperation
Javier shook his head. By the time his vision was back to normal, the dog was gone. It had escaped! “What kind of hell spawned this little sh*t?!” Javier wondered to himself aloud. “Was this really an effect of the world changing? Is this an example of mutation because of the Storm? Or is there something else at play?”Baffled and unsure what to think, Javier returned to the dorm and told the residents to open the door. Inside, he found Florence huddling the frightened kids closely. She was white from fear, and yet in the presence of vulnerable kids, she had assumed the role of the protector without a second thought. “Hush, it’s alright! It was fake. Someone pulled a terrible prank and put on this white sheet and…” Javier made up a fib to explain the haunting away exactly because the truth could land him in a mental institution. No one would believe him—and for good reason too!Javier drove Florence back to the Yuzuian restaurant, where the latter’s electric scooter was. While
A resentful wail—interspersed only by sobs that sounded more like someone was being strangled—was echoing in the middle of the night while Javier and Florence could not see even a single soul out there? Animated by the power of “hell, naw!”, Florence dove into Javier’s arms for protection. Her hands were clasped firmly on either side of her head, hoping to block out the ghastly demand in her ears. Her eyes were squeezed so tightly shut that even a crowbar could not pry them open.Javier himself was just as terrified. He would have felt better if he could see the source of the voice rather than just hear a woman sobbing about getting her head back. At least he would know what he was up against! But just hearing it without any visuals at all?! Nooooope!Then, Florence hugged him in a “help-me!” sort of way. She was soft and supple—damn, that sexy figure in combination with her silky-smooth skin sure was welcoming. She was warm, and damn did she smell good! Nothing competed with fea
The dog barked in protest as it pointed its paw at Javier with the intensity of a mob before executing a monarch. The flames in its eyes were so bright that they could incinerate Javier into ashes in milliseconds. In the end, though, all that protest was for naught. Constance tied it up in the parking garage, while Javier watched in glee. Ah, sweet, sweet revenge! The stupid dog had thought it could set him up, had it? That would teach it!The look the Pomeranian shot him almost felt like a threat: ‘Just you f*cking wait, hooman!’‘Wait for what? How much can a stupid b*tch like you do to me?’ Javier scoffed in his mind. Now that the four-legged pest was gone, Javier turned back to Constance and talked about the new orphanage. As it turned out, despite the old woman’s sentiments for the building she had founded, she was a lot less obstinate and unreasonable as she might appear. “I mean, I don’t object to it completely. I know the new place is gonna be better, but…” She faltered a
Florence called half an hour later to tell him where they’d be having dinner. After leaving the inn in Bernadetta’s care, he hurried to the venue. Florence had picked a newly-opened Yuzuian restaurant. Javier had never liked Yuzuian restaurants, but since Florence had invited him, courtesy stopped him from asking the woman to change their meeting venue. He found Florence quickly enough and sat across from her. They placed their orders, and Javier began his performance: He started sighing and doing his best to look forlorn. It intrigued Florence enough to ask what was wrong, and Javier told her about his unfortunate beef with Constance that day.“It’s so unfair, man! Why would I bully a dog for no reason?” he moaned. “I’m sure Aunt Constance misunderstood. You’re a knightly, heroic, kind man! How could someone like you possibly get off on hurting a dog? I’m sure Aunt Constance was just too worried about the dog’s welfare to think things through. She didn’t mean it. I can vouch for
Herschel was dressed quite sharply today. It was the full ensemble—black leather shoes, black slacks, a white collar, and last but not least, the good old oil-slicked hair. The typical look of a high-ranking office worker, just as Javier had requested. Ordering him to get in his car, Javier asked, “You brought all the stuff I told you to?”“Yo, I would never forget the stuff my boss told me to bring. I’ve got all the preparations down pat. You can check ‘em if you don’t trust me,” Herschel replied. He fished an ID and some documents out of his leather bag. “See? All the documentation a journalist in the most important room of a news agency would have.”After a round-check and some instructions, Javier sent Herschel on his way to complete his mission. The man was strangely reluctant, though. “Boss, you told me you decided to work in that inn, right? Does that mean, you know, that you’re gonna call me ‘boss’ while you’re there?”Javier had almost forgotten he had mentioned this. It
Javier’s suspicion turned to Constance Hellman’s white Pomeranian. He turned to the director’s office and met the dog’s eyes. With its paws on the windowsill, it hoisted itself up to look out of the window. Seeing the dog cracking a lopsided grin and baring its fangs—beaming as smugly as a teacher’s pet who had managed to subdue everyone through the power of being the boss’s favorite—made it look both amusing and chilling. It would have been had the dog not caught Javier’s gaze, suddenly dropped the smile, and put on a face that seemed to be saying, ‘I’m just your average dog! Nothing to see here!’And then it feigned—yes, feigned—a yawn as its one last measure to cover up the fact that it had been laughing smugly to itself. ‘What. The. Actual. F*ck?!’ Javier thundered in his mind. ‘B*tch’s a natural actress! What’s it doing here instead of being interviewed on a talk show after becoming viral on TikTok?’In combination with Russell’s report, the incident inside the director’s of
As Javier was befuddled, Constance rushed in from outside and picked up the white Pomeranian gingerly to carefully check its injured leg.“Oh, baby, what’s the matter? Did you hurt your leg?”The white Pomeranian whined in pain and began twitching upon hearing Constance’s concerned question. This upset Constance so much that she admonished him sternly. “Mr. Kersey, I thought that you were a loving person, but I can’t help doubting your motive now.“I’m skeptical about you taking good care of the kids here when you’d even hit a cute dog!”Javier felt extremely offended. When had he hit the dog? He hurriedly explained, “Madam Hellman, I didn’t do anything!”Constance asked angrily, “You didn’t do anything? Why would it suddenly limp now and whine so pathetically? Why did it hurry over to me? Give me a reasonable explanation!”Javier was in distress as well. “How would I know? It was fine when I was carrying it just now, but it wanted to get down on the floor, so I carefully placed