Thirty One

Xavier's POV

I feel a sense of pride in the way Leah handled herself when those bitches disrespected her. I was going to do something about it but I am glad she took over and stood up for herself. Makes me feel confident about the position I gave her because it will require one who can stand their ground.

We walk to the next shop, and I gesture for her to take a seat in the VIP section as I settle the arrangements. I turn to check on her hoping she likes it better here only to find her face pale from fear. Before I can reach her, a random woman approaches her.

"Are you okay?" she asks. Because clearly, she looks like she will pass out at any moment.

"Xavier." She calls my name almost like a desperate prayer and I reach her immediately.

Holding her shoulders so I can check her face, I turn her to face me.

"Leah, are you okay? You look pale."

"We are being followed. Please take me home." is all she says as she grabs my arm. Holding it tightly like her life depends on it.

Does it?

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