Chapter 5: Unfiltered Distractions

Cole's pov 

My eyes went wide, and my heart shot straight into my throat.

I scrambled across the slick bathroom tile, throwing my entire weight against the door just as the handle turned completely down. The door jostled against my shoulder, but I held it shut with everything I had.

"Nope! No, stop! Don't come in!" I yelled, trying desperately to sound small and soft despite the pure desperation in my voice. "I just committed a literal atrocity in here! I just finished pooping, okay?! This place smells like absolute shit! Please go away!"

A deep, amused chuckle echoed from the other side of the wood.

"I can't smell anything from out here," Xavier said, his voice entirely unbothered. "I'm pretty sure I can handle it."

"No! Please, no!" I squeaked, pressing my back flat against the frame, praying my grip wouldn't slip.

While holding the door shut with one hand, I frantically used the other to shove my dick back inside my underwear, cursing under my breath. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely pull the elastic of my pajama pants up, let alone check if the tight wrapping was secured properly.

Xavier gave the door another firm push from the outside, testing my resistance. "Clara, open up."

"Give me two seconds!" I gasped, finally yanking my silk pants all the way up over my hips and slapping the waistband into place.

I took a fast breath, smoothed down my loose top, and slowly backed away from the door.

The moment I stepped clear, the door swung open. Xavier stood in the frame, wearing just his dark pajama bottoms, looking down at me with an eyebrow raised.

I cleared my throat, crossing my arms over my chest to hide my shaking hands. "I told you not to come in. It's... unsanitary."

Xavier stepped inside, casually glancing around the immaculate, marble-tiled bathroom. "I don't smell anything funny. But then again, I wasn't planning on coming in here just to take in the smell of your..." He broke off, letting out a soft laugh that made my face burn hot.

I glared at him, already knowing the exact word he was holding back.

"I actually needed to pee," Xavier continued, stepping right past me toward the toilet. "But you insisted on locking me out like a criminal. What's the matter? Are you afraid I'm going to see your privates?"

Yeah, exactly! I shouted in my head, my jaw clenching tightly. My privates are literally the one thing standing between me and a death sentence! You'd probably castrate me on the spot if you found out I'm not Clara, and even worse, that I'm a guy!

"I just value my privacy," I muttered out loud, taking a cautious step toward the exit.

"Right. Privacy," Xavier said smoothly.

Without giving me a single second to turn around, he unceremoniously hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his pajama trousers and pulled them down, taking out his dick to take a piss.

My gaze accidentally drifted down before I could stop myself.

My eyes nearly popped right out of my skull. My brain short-circuited on the spot.

Is that size even humanly normal?! I screamed internally, staring in utter shock. What kind of monstrous build is that?!

The moment I realized I was staring with my mouth half-open, horror crashed over me. I whipped my head away so fast I almost gave myself whiplash, bolted out of the bathroom, and headed straight for the bedroom.

Stop looking, you absolute idiot! I scolded myself, slamming my hand against my forehead as I walked toward the bed. Why are you checking out your sister's husband's dick?!

Xavier didn't seem bothered in the slightest by my sudden flight. I heard the toilet flush, followed by the sound of the sink running for a few seconds.

I scrambled back into the king-sized bed, pulling the thick duvet all the way up to my chin. I squeezed my eyes shut tight, holding my breath as I waited for the mattress to dip under his weight beside me.

Instead, I heard the faint, distinct rustle of fabric. Then a heavy drop, like clothes hitting the floor.

Curiosity won again. I cracked one eye open to check what was taking him so long.

My jaw dropped.

Xavier was standing right beside the edge of the bed, completely, butt-ass naked. Not a single thread of clothing was left on his body.

Why is this man so obsessed with swinging his dick around?! I panicked, burying my face deeper into the pillow while my heart hammered like crazy. Oh my god... why is he taking off all his clothes?! He said he wouldn't touch me! He's going to keep his promise, right?!

"Umm..." I squeaked out from under the covers, staring up at him in wide-eyed terror. "What... what are you doing?"

Xavier turned his head slowly, looking down at me with total composure. "Isn't it obvious? I'm taking off my clothes."

"Yeah, but..." I swallowed hard, clutching the blanket like a shield. "Why? For...?"

Xavier stared down at me in the dim light. A slow, dangerous smirk spread across his lips, his eyes glinting with pure, dark amusement.

"For..."