…Xavien POV…
"Princess, you are mine," I softly whisper. "You are mine alone, now and forever."Before she can protest, I pull her against the depths of my chest. I take in a deep breath and press her even deeper. "Princess, I want to own you, possess you, body and soul."Instead of answering, she reaches out to me, putting her small, warm hand on the back of my neck. Then she kisses me, first lightly, then more urgent. Her hips are tilted against mine; her breasts are against my chest; her whole body is sending a message that is undeniable.Then she nibbles my ear, touching my face softly with her fingertips, and she whispers, "Mr. Caruso, you are mine.""Oh, princess," I gasp as she takes another deep breath and pushes me back into the chair behind me.So I sit back into the chair and watch as her hands travel up her body; she caresses her exposed skin. Then she slides her hands to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers…Mekayla POV…Xavien grips me by the hips and crushes my body into him; with one loud growl, he lifts my feet from the floor and carries me backward toward the bed.We are kissing like crazy. Like our lives depend on it. His tongue slips inside my mouth, gentle but demanding, and it's nothing like I've ever experienced; every square inch of my body dissolves into his. My fingers grip his hair, pulling him closer. My veins throb, and my heart explodes. I have never wanted anyone like this before.My body falls back into the sheets; Xavien leans over me and centers me on the bed before he settled on top of me. I feel him, all of him, pressed against me; I feel his cock throbbing against my thighs, his heart beating through his sculpted chest, his warm breath lingering on my skin.He feels fucking amazing.He continues downward until his lips are locked around my quivering nipple, his tongue circling the swollen tip. His hand strokes the other. Bo
…Mekayla POV…I am fourteen weeks pregnant now.The morning sickness has passed, and I am starting to feel the best parts of being an expecting mother. I have stopped counting how many times Xavien rubs my belly a day. He has, in the times that I really get sick, he has started reading to our baby. We decided that we do not want to know what the sex of the baby is, even though I still firmly believe it is a boy. We need something to look forward to, not only the pregnancy but the joy of a surprise.So it is with great difficulty that I am finding something to wear. Even though I do not keep much in these days, I have grown rather bigger than what Xavien likes to refer to as a bus. This rules out the option of trying to fit into one of my favorite skinny jeans completely out. With much frustration, I slip on my very favorite dress and meet up with Xavien that is patiently jumping out of his skin."I have always love that dress," he says as he twirls
…Xavien POV…As I slowly open my eyes, I am immediately struck by a pounding headache, and fuck does it hurt like a bitch. But that is not my concern, my concern is Mekayla, and as I look over at her, I am so relieved that she is still there. Though still there how I do not now. So I abandon my seat in an instant and rush over to her side; as I open her door, her limp body falls out from the seat. My heart stops, and I cannot fucking breathe.Fuck Mekayla!I can only utter two words as I pull her from the car and gently lay her body on the ground. It is goddamn terrifying seeing the cuts on her forehead where she hit the windscreen. She was not wearing her goddamn seatbelt even after I ask her to. What did she say, 'It is too tight,' well, girl, that damn dress is tight.But now is not the time to get mad at her, but believe me, once I get her awake, she is getting every word from me. She will not give me such a damn fright again. Though fright is w
…Mekayla POV…I have not spoken to Xavien since yesterday. I wish that he did not feel the need to go after Raymond himself. It is like he has turned into a man that I do not know; I understand that he needs to protect me; I just wish that he would rather get the cops involved.When I wake up this morning, he is still fast asleep, so I make my way down to the kitchen, where I decide to phone my mom, my real mom."Morning, mom.""Morning, sweety. Did you sleep well?""Yes, better than I have in a while."But she knows me all too well and knows that I am hiding something behind my trembling voice."What is wrong, Mekayla?""Raymond has stuck up his ugly head again. Well, at least that is what Xavien thinks.""My god Mekayla, why don't you phone the cops?""Xavien wants to it himself. I am scared of what he is going to do to Raymond.""Well, whatever it is, he will deserve it. But still, you guys need to phone the cop
…Xavien POV…Mekayla sent me a message last night, but I never returned one. Well, she sent me half a sentence; I honestly thought that she was playing for me, so I did not bother to answer.I am mad, and my heart is broken…again.How do you return to your life after something like this? What do I do with my life now? What do I do with myself now? I am a broken, messed up man.So I reach in my pocket for my phone, hoping that Mekayla has changed her mind. There is nothing. I need to get away from this. I decided to give Steve a call."Hey, Steve.""Hey, Xavien.""Do you want to meet at the pub for a few?""Of course, see you in half an hour."If anyone can make sense of anything, then it is Steve. So half an hour later we meet at a pub down the road from me."So, Xavien, what happened?""She left me, Steve.""Is she gone back home?""No, I am not sure. I have phoned her brother and sister, but they
…Mekayla POV…I have run away to the cabin, yes, maybe it was not the right place to run to. Coming back home where the danger is.So as I lay here, on the couch, I am awakened by someone's arms wrapping around me, lifting me up and taking me to bed.It is Xavien; I know the smell of his musky cologne, his warm touch, and his gentle voice."I've got you. You are safe.""Thank you for coming back. I am really sorry.""Forget about it; it never happened. Please rest."I peacefully fall asleep as he holds me close to him in his arms. I can hear his heartbeat pounding in his chest; he was desperately racing to get to me. And as I listen to him let out a deep breath, I know that he is relieved to have found me and even more relieved that I am still alive.The next morning I find Xavien in the kitchen making breakfast. I just sit and stare at him with a huge grin on my face; he is beautiful. He looks so innocent; under that facade is a
…Mekayla POV…From behind us comes the voice of a familiar man, but before Xavien can even spin around to face him, I watch as he is being struck down by a heavy blow to his head. In an instant, he drops to the floor, completely motionless."Raymond!"Hi, Mekayla. It is really nice to see you again; it is really nice.""What are you doing here?"You are not allowed to be here. What do you want?""That is a stupid question, Mekayla.""Well, you can't have me."Raymond reaches out to grab me by the arm, but I immediately pull away. I can see clear anger starting to build in his eyes as he starts to demand again."I can have whatever I want.""Just leave, Raymond.""Not without you, Mekayla.""Xavien will come to look for me.""I am counting on that. Now, you are coming with me whether you like it or not.""I am not.""I am not asking you, Mekayla; I am telling you."Next thing Raymond has a c
…Xavien POV…I am in Raymond's house frantically looking for Mekayla; he does not have a basement, and she is in none of the rooms. With every door I open and close, my heart sinks even more, but I am not about to give up; I have to find her; she must be here in this godforsaken town.That is when I hear a scuffle in the kitchen; with my gun drawn, I slowly make it around the corner."What the fuck are you doing here?""Hello Xavien""Yes, Becky. Now, what the fuck are you doing here?""Just visiting an old friend.""Do not lie to me.""You know me well enough to know I am not lying.""Bullshit, you have always been a bad liar."I watch as she only stands there with an awful satisfied smirk on her face, "I was passing through, and I thought I would pop in to say hello.""You still a bad liar. It's convenient that you appear in town just as Mekayla disappears.""Don't tell me you already lost Mekayla?""Do
...Xavien POV...Life does not always go as you plan. Your best-laid plans are sometimes going to fail. The question is, how do you deal with failure?Well, life is made up of these defining moments; it is up to you have you let these moments affect you, for they shall shape who you are and what you will become.How do you deal with a marriage that you thought was completely stable, a marriage you thought was heaven-born.You cant.I simply don't.I have never known failure in my life, yet though, I have had my share of heartache. Heartache makes up that defining moment. And my choice is never to love again.Yes, it sounds like some country and western song; hey, I can even throw my boots on and dance to it. The sad what is, when something comes to an end, then it comes to an end.Mekayla was, well, yes, as her name says, Mekayla. Mekayla that comes with sunshine, that brings a new day. She was the light of my life. I will not
...Xavien POV...The day has finally arrived.Today the babies are born.Mekayla is completely petrified, pacing the room as she is trying to get into her hospital gown. She has been going to see this doctor, but to me, it does not seem that there is any approvement. Now, I have asked her and the doctor what is going on, but neither of them wants to tell me. And as for Tina, Mekayla has not told her either.Now she is here working herself up, and believe me; I ain't the one telling a pregnant woman that is about to give birth to calm down. Well, not that she would listen because what I say really does not count, for she does keep on reminding me that we have separated. She does not want to understand my perspective, and I don't know what is wrong with her. At this rate, it is not helping us both.So once she has put on that godawful hospital gown, the nurses come to push her bed through to the operating theatre. Not once does she hold my hand as we move thro
…Mekayla POV…I am losing my husband; in fact, I think that I have already lost him. My insecurities have taken me over. I fear that I am not strong enough, or even a good even wife for him, for I cannot keep myself together. I have taken my failure to trust him about how I feel out on him. How is he supposed to have meant to know that I was going through a hard time dealing with what happened? If I only sat down with him, then he would not have left our home.So here I have Tina, that is just as frustrated at me for not wanting to listen, for refusing to go speak to a doctor that will listen. Have I really gone that mad that I find myself in this room? I have trusted no one to help me; why should I trust someone to help me now? Our precious little babies are to be born in a few weeks, and here I cannot control my emotions. Not the hormonal ones, but the ones that will drive you to insanity.I guess I drove the man away from me that I truly did love. I h
...Xavien POV...I have moved back to the ranch and have been here for two weeks now. I can honestly say that I feel more relaxed and myself again. I have been able to do the things that I enjoy and still run my company at the same timeAs for Mekayla, yes, I miss her a lot. We keep in contact regularly, but that is mainly talking about the babies though. I try at all costs not to say anything else to avoid getting into an argument. Well, not that I am saying that the arguments have stopped, for I do get the angry message and then a call out of the blue.It has been a real challenge having to start a new life again when you thought that you had the perfect one. Every time I look at those divorce papers, I really wonder if we did just moved into things too quickly. Perhaps, if I did not insist on us marrying so soon, things would have been different. Who knows? All that I know is that our marriage has not been working.Tina has been struggling to get Mekayla to th
…Mekayla POV...Things between Xavien and me have not been going well. We are constantly fighting, and it just seems to me that he has lost all interest in the babies and me. His work has become more important to him. He is a completely different man; I honestly do not know who he is anymore. In a way, I think that Xavien and me moved too fast, too soon.I know that I am hormonal and that the pregnancy is taking more out of me than I thought it would. I am not coping; the idea of having to bring up two babies scares me. I don't know if I will even be a good mom if I cannot be a good wife. But then again, Xavien himself is not really trying.Instead of us talking this out, we are just running apart. I feel like I am losing my mind. I am falling into a deep depression. I want to have it all, I want to have two beautiful babies, a handsome husband, and a perfect career, but right now, all I have is the fear of bringing these two into the world.It is not like
. ...Xavien POV...I have moved out into the guest room permanently.Things in the Caruso household have gone from tense to nothing at all. Mekayla and me barely talk to each other, and when we do, we find ourselves in an argument. I have stopped counting the number of stupid things that we fight over. That damn cribs are still standing there; Grant told her to sort her shit out and to stop being so unreasonable. Now when I wanted to agree with him, I found a plate come flying towards my head.Mekayla has gone completely insane, and I mean that in the nicest of ways.She is working herself up to a frenzy every day, which the doctor told her to clearly stop doing for her stress levels are not good for the babies. She is going for thirty-four weeks soon, and she is going on like a complete lunatic.I have found any and every reason to stay at work these days, and of course, I am having an affair with Barbara. Well, if I wanted to have an affair, I wo
..Xavien POV...I guess at some stage in every marriage; the honeymoon phase becomes over. Well, that has no officially happened with Mekayla and me. Now, if I say that we want to kill each other, then that is a slight understatement. We cannot be in the same room for longer than a few minutes before heading out into an argument. Mekayla has become completely unbearable to be around. I do understand the woman is pregnant, but her behavior is completely irrational.This morning I am trying to sneak out of what has been my new room, the guest room, for what is now the third night in a row. I am trying to get out of the house before she sees me to start yet another fight over something that I have not done or, even worse, that I have forgotten about.So after having a shower, which, unfortunately, I cannot do in silence, I quickly get dressed and head downstairs with my laptop bag in hand. The moment I step my last step towards the door, I near jump as I hear her voice c
...Xavien POV...It is a very long and painful drive back to the Winters's mansion. My dear wife is not in a good mood today. She, as of a few minutes ago, decided that she does not like the dress that she is wearing. So guess what?I had to turn around and go home.Now we are finally back on the road to the town, officially extremely late. Yet, she is still not in a better mood. Mekayla is absolutely grumpy. The snacks that I packed for her are completely wrong. The way I cut the pickle is not right and let us not forget that I did not put enough strawberries with the chocolate spread.She is absolutely impossible.I am already annoyed as it is because we are living in the damn city again, and now my wife is driving me insane. Mekayla is in her own world by herself; she only lives for her; I don't know if she sees the babies as real little people or toys that she can dress up. She has been buying the most ridiculous outfits online, I am putting it
...Xavien POV...It is a very long and painful drive back to the Winters's mansion. My dear wife is not in a good mood today. She, as of a few minutes ago, decided that she does not like the dress that she is wearing. So guess what?I had to turn around and go home.Now we are finally back on the road to the town, officially extremely late. Yet, she is still not in a better mood. Mekayla is absolutely grumpy. The snacks that I packed for her are completely wrong. The way I cut the pickle is not right and let us not forget that I did not put enough strawberries with the chocolate spread.She is absolutely impossible.I am already annoyed as it is because we are living in the damn city again, and now my wife is driving me insane. Mekayla is in her own world by herself; she only lives for her; I don't know if she sees the babies as real little people or toys that she can dress up. She has been buying the most ridiculous outfits online, I am putting it off to be