Diana caught sight of the frown on his face as he made his way to the top of her hands and started to untie her. From his face and his eyes, and the manner in which he stared down at her naked body with little or no interest, Diana felt a strange form of sadness grow in her. She was starting to feel bad and unwanted. After freeing her hands, he went to the end of his bed and worked on releasing her ankles from the grip of the thin wire that had been clasped around them. Blood rushed through her feet for the first time in hours. When he had succeeded in setting her free, he turned his back to her and planted himself in front of his dressing mirror. Diana slowly brought herself to sit up, but she did not stop staring at his back. "I want you to leave now," He started, and Diana narrowed her eyes on him. "You can go anywhere you want to go, wherever it is that you wish to go. I am setting you free now and I never want to see you again." She heard him speak as he worked on easing hims
Xavier groaned and turned in his bed. He was never one to rise in the morning until the sun rays kissed his face with full force. But that did not happen, since his curtains had been drawn shut since last night and his housekeeper was yet to come in and spread them apart. But this morning, someone somewhere in the world believed that the best thing he or she or they could do with their morning was disrupt his sleep by calling his phone endlessly. He finally gave in to the disturbance and allowed his eyes to open slowly, even though his face was still pressed on his pillow. The phone was right by his side. He picked it up with sleepy eyes and answered it groggily and pressed the phone to his left ear. He realized he was holding his phone upside down and turned it in the right direction. He did not bother to look at the caller ID, the voice would be more than enough to know the person. "You fucking jerk!" That was the first line he heard when he pressed his phone's speaker to his r
His fork fell from his hand instinctively, he heard the clanging of the metal against the ceramic plate. Xavier was struck by the sincerity in her eyes. He was trapped in her stare and he found himself not wanting to look away. There was a fire in her, a fire that burned with the need to survive, the need to make something of herself. He would have let her stay and be nothing but his mistress, he would have let her eat his food and wear his clothes until he was tired of her pussy and tossed her away with nothing - not that he was sure it would ever happen - but she wanted to work for every cent that she used. And he admired that in a woman, the urge to want to work and make something of herself. He was starting to feel pity for her. As his eyes danced around her beautiful face, targeting her dark orbs, he couldn't help but wonder what her story was. She was too intelligent and spoke too eloquently to be a stripper. She was also a teacher at the best Elementary school in Silvermoon,
Diana could not stop thinking about him. Not when she was scrubbing the top of the kitchen counters, not when she was cleaning the floors of the kitchen or living room, and sure as hell not when she was mopping the floor of her room. The room she had been given as a housekeeper was more luxurious than anything she had ever been given the opportunity to sleep in. The room was a hexagonal shaped room with decorative lights placed at every edge. Her king-sized bed sat in the middle of the lavender polished room. The marble floor tiles were white, but had lavender flowers drawn on them. She had her personal bathroom with a bathtub and a water heater. The wardrobe and dressing mirror belonged to no one but a princess. While she was happy she would finally be given a good bed to sleep on while she walked, she couldn't ignore the memories that the room brought back. Memories of many years ago, when she wasn't a nobody from the Redmoon pack, but a princess. She brushed the thought to the
He settled into the chair and rubbed his thumb against her right knuckles, caressing them with all the genuine softness he did feel deep in his heart. Xavier Herd looked away from her and closed his eyes tight,hoping to fight back the tears that rushed to his eyelids. The woman laying on the bed was a woman he loved more than anything, or anyone else in the world. She had not always been unable to hold him, she had not always been unable to hug him. All of it was a new development due to her…disease, an unidentified poison that was chewing her from the inside out. There were a lot of things he had to say to her, so he started to speak. "Hey, mum. It's me again, Xavier." He leaned in closer to her bed and heaved a sigh. "I know that you can't really speak to me now, but I'll take my consolation from the fact that you can at least hear me. You know ma, my wedding is in a few days, and even if it hurts that you won't be there, it hurts that it's happening at all, ma." He drew in a
The car ride back home with Diana was silent and tense.Xavier couldn't help but stare at her often as her almost lifeless form stared out the window."I'm sorry" Xavier says.He didn't know what he was apologizing for exactly but he knew something wasn't right and the silence in the car was too heavy he needed to break it."Sorry for?" Diana asked, turning to face him with her dead and hollow looking eyes.Whatever had happened had hit her really deep for her to look this bad in less than 24 hours, he thought taking in her tired and haggard looking face. She looked so much older than her age."For whatever that happened" he sighed deciding to end the conversation.She nodded going back to staring through the window.Xavier packed the car at the side curb of her house and stepped out, going round the car to help her out as well.He took in the surrounding and it was the typical definition of a slum. There were old cars parked at the side of the roads, the surroundings filled with over
Xavier and Diana arrived at the royal mansion a few minutes past seven.Xavier wrapped his arms around her and led her shivering form up the step, letting the royal guards who stood watch at the entrance of the big door leading into the mansion open up for them. He stepped into the quiet mansion grateful that his father, Cara and stepmother were still asleep as he didn't have to deal with them just yet. The thoughts of Cara sent a ripple of anger through him, making his jaw tighten as he pulled Diana closer to him. He disliked the thoughts of Diana and wish he was as stubborn as his brother, Baron to say no to his father. He couldn't imagine having to spend the rest of his life with Cara. He sighed.Walking further into the room, Xavier sighted Baron, his brother, walking down the stairs fully dressed."Hey what's up?" Baron, calls out.He glanced at Diana when he didn't get a reply from either his brother or their mate.He frowned as he took in the sight of Diana's old t-shirt, her
Diana turned on the bed, sitting up to yawn as she stretched her muscles which had gotten stiff from sleeping. She scanned the empty room and wondered where both Herd brothers had gone.Did they now trust her enough to leave her in one of their rooms alone? Or was it because she was grieving, she pondered, as she got up to check out the work desk that was at the far corner of the room.She didn't want to cry again and she knew if she sat down on the bed doing nothing, heartbreaking memories of her mother lying in the hospital lamenting would resurface. She knew if she sat idle she was going to remember the mean words her stepbrother had spat at her that morning with so much venom and hate laced in them. The threats he had vowed to carry out had sent a spiral of shivers down her back which had made her heartbeat jump a tad bit higher."If I sit doing nothing, I would go out of my mind," she thought, opening one out of the few drawers the desk hosted.There was nothing in there except s