*Excerpt* “You don't understand, Xavier," I take a step back, “Brandon will find me. He always does. And when he finds me this time, he'll kill you. As much as I want to be free of him, this isn't the way.” “I'll protect you–” “You're not listening to me. I'm not worried about me. If he catches us, he'll just punish me but he won't kill me. I'm too important to him. But you…” My throat closes up as I turn to leave, but Xavier grabs me by the elbow as I push back the door. I turn to look at him, my heart aching for us. There's a cold indifference in his eyes though, and for the first time ever, I'm scared of what he's capable of. “We can do this the hard way or the easy way, Audrey. All I know is that I'm not leaving you here.” *** Audrey Watson has been scared of dreaming about a better life, because as the saying goes, dreams are for losers. But Xavier came to the scene as her knight, albeit one with rude behavior. This was it, her better life. Or so she thought. Little did she know that this was basically a new chapter of hard decisions and regrets. They always say that when life gives you lemons, you should make lemonade out of them. But what if life gives you bitter kola instead? How do you go about making it into something sweet? Find out more about Audrey and Xavier's journey in this captivating novel.
View MoreXavier.Audrey trembles as I make her come with my tongue the second time. Her fingers twitch against the couch, her legs slack but still slightly quivering, like aftershocks of an earthquake. I watch as her chest rises and falls with uneven breaths, giving her a brief reprieve. Her lips are parted, and her skin is shining with sweat under the dim light. After a few seconds of watching her, I dive in again like a man starved. Because I was starved for three weeks and now that I have her, I want to drown in her. I slide my tongue over her again, slow and deliberate, savoring the way her thighs twitch as if they aim to close around my head. She gasps, her fingers sinking into my hair, tugging hard. I don’t know whether she’s trying to push me away or keep me there. And I don’t care. I press a kiss to her swollen clit before sliding a finger inside her, curling it just right, and the next thing I know—she’s gone. She comes so hard her back arches clean off the couch as her th
Audrey.The air between us is thick, charged with sexual tension, as he stares at me after raising back the partition. I’m still panting, my breaths shallow and uneven, and I can’t tell if it’s from the way he kissed me in the limo—desperate, like he was trying to crawl inside me—or from the confession I just dropped between us like a bomb. The words swim around in my head, and I can't help but notice that he didn't say it back. A tightness starts forming in my chest, and I try not to panic.My phone buzzes—a sharp vibration against my thigh—and my nerves kick in, making me jump. Xavier chuckles, low and rough, and the sound curls around my spine like a touch. I shift slightly, angling my body away from him as I fish the phone from my purse, my fingers trembling just enough to make the screen blur. There's a message from Talia.Talia: Girl, are you alive??? How’s the date???I swallow, typing quickly, my thumbs clumsy. Me: We’re on our way to his penthouse. Not coming home ton
Xavier.I slam the door shut behind me, shoving my fingers through my hair as I let out a harsh breath. The evening was supposed to be perfect. The food, the atmosphere, the surprise waiting for Audrey at the end of the night. Instead, we’re in the back of my limo, running from cameras like criminals. I shrug off my suit jacket, tossing it beside me as I glance across the seat at her. She hasn’t said a word. She just sits there, with her hands clenched in her lap. I open my mouth to apologize again because I hate that this happened. I hate that she looks so damn fragile right now. But then I see a single drop of tears, sliding down her cheek, and something tightens in my chest. I move without thinking, crossing the space between us and sitting beside her. I wrap an arm around her, and pull her close, my fingers smoothing over her shoulder. “Audrey,” I whisper, “talk to me.” She doesn’t respond. Instead, she gasps. A sharp, broken sound that sends panic clawing up my throat
Audrey.Xavier’s hand lingers on the stem of his wine glass, his fingers curling around the crystal like he’s contemplating something dangerous. His gaze has been locked on me the entire time—watching, studying, and unraveling me with those dark, unreadable eyes. I should be used to it by now, the way he looks at me like he already knows what I’m thinking before I can even put it into words.But I’m not used to it. Not even close.And maybe that’s why I’m still trying to convince myself that this isn’t a date, that this isn’t something real, that I’m not sitting across from a man who makes my pulse trip over itself every time he so much as smirks at me.I lift my glass, taking a slow sip, pretending like I don’t notice the way his gaze follows the movement, like I don’t feel the heat of it burning into my skin.Then—“Xavier, my boy,” a voice calls out.A smile breaks on Xavier's lips before he turns his head, and instinctively, I do the same.An older man is making his way toward u
Xavier.The cheers from inside the apartment follow us all the way down the hallway.I swear I even hear Camila yell, “Get it, girl!” before the door slams shut behind us.Audrey groans. “I hate them.”I smirk, placing a hand on the small of her back as I guide her forward. “No, you don’t.”She doesn’t argue, just shakes her head as we approach the waiting limousine. Ryan is already at his post, pulling the door open the moment we reach him.Audrey hesitates for half a second before stepping inside.I follow, sliding in beside her as Ryan shuts the door and rounds to the front.The second we start moving, I reach for the champagne, popping the cork with a soft pop and pouring her a glass.Her fingers curl around the flute, but she doesn’t take a sip. She keeps staring at the purse in my lap like it holds answers.I can tell from the way she keeps tucking her hair behind her ear that she's nervous. Her knee bounces slightly before she catches herself and finally takes a small sip of th
Audrey.“Don't you dare leave.”Xavier’s text sits on my screen, the words possessive and teasing at the same time.I roll my eyes but feel the tug of a smile anyway.I don’t respond. Not because I don’t want to, but because a customer steps up to the counter, eyeing the pastries like they hold the answers to life’s mysteries.By the time I take her order and hand her a paper bag filled with croissants, the moment has passed. But the warmth in my chest lingers, and when I glance at my reflection in the pastry case, I catch the embarrassing truth—I’m blushing.“Good Lord, Audrey. You’re a walking cliché.”Talia’s voice comes from behind me, dripping with amusement, and I don’t have to turn around to know she’s watching me like a predator with fresh gossip.I glare at her over my shoulder. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”She smirks. “Uh-huh. So you’re just randomly blushing into a tray of muffins for no reason?”I shove the tray into the display case and ignore her while she
Xavier.It's been three days since I kissed Audrey in her apartment. Three days since I gave her the box before leaving. It wasn't until after I left before she realized that it was a brand new phone in the box, the latest model.I had barely stepped out of the elevator that led to my penthouse that night when my phone rang. I quickly punched in my code and entered my house before I accepted the incoming video call from Talia.But it was Audrey's face I saw. She held the phone I bought her in her right hand, eyes wide, lips parted in shock before shaking her head furiously and saying, “Xavier, this is too much.”I smirked and said, “Too bad. It's yours now. And why are you calling with Talia's phone? My number is already programmed into yours.”“I don't want it, Xavier.”“You either keep it, or I start showing up at your workplace every day until you accept it.”That got her. She scowled at me and ended the call. Later that night, she texted me a single word: Fine.I went to sleep t
Audrey.The moment Xavier steps into the café, my heart reacts before my mind does. It seizes in my chest, like it forgot how to function for a split second. Then it picks up again—too fast, too hard—thudding against my ribs in a way that makes me feel alive and terrified all at once. I grip the tray in my hands, my fingers tightening around the edges like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered to the ground. He’s here. He came for me.That has to be the reason, right? That’s the only thing that makes sense. But he only glances at me for not more than a second. Then, his eyes sweep past me like I’m just another face in the crowd, and then they land on Talia. And he walks straight to her. Something inside me withers. I feel it like a physical thing, like a flower blooming for the sun, only to realize the light isn’t for her. For a moment, I stand there, frozen and breathless, watching as they exchange words I can’t hear. Then Xavier gestures toward the door, and Tali
Xavier.The pencil glides across the page like it has a mind of its own.I don’t think or second-guess. My hand moves on instinct, sketching lines that turn into curves, curves that turn into lace, and lace that turns into something dangerous. Something sinful. Something I can’t take my eyes off. By the time I come up for air, my chest is tight, my pulse erratic. Because I know exactly what I’ve drawn. It’s her. The red fabric with beaded gold threads, the delicate lace tracing over soft skin, the way the straps dip into places I shouldn’t be thinking about. I realize that this isn’t just a lingerie design. It’s something I created for her, something I desperately want to see on her. I lean back, dragging a hand through my hair as I exhale a sharp laugh. I should be frustrated. I should be furious that even when I try to focus, even when I tell myself I’m done with her, she’s still in my head. But instead, I smile. Because for the first time in weeks, I can create agai
Audrey Watson. “A shot of whiskey, please,” I hear a voice say behind me as I clean the shelves. I'm startled a bit, because I didn't hear anyone come in. It has been a slow night if I can even call it that. The Golden Bar where I work is normally the most popular bar in Jefferson—a small town in Texas—where the old men sit to wind down after a long day at work. But lately, our customers have been dwindling until at last, we barely get a customer per night. Which is why I'm surprised when I turn around and am greeted with the sight of a young man. He's literally the most beautiful man I've ever seen, which is saying a lot because I don't easily notice men. I must have been staring for a while because he snaps at me in an impatient tone, “Do you usually scare your customers away with those deadly eyes of yours, or am I just special?” I immediately turn back to the shelf to get a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass, breathing deeply to calm myself down before facing him again. I...
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