One thing Charlotte hated about her bathroom was the full length mirror in the middle. She had to be very aware of her body while she showered and seeing her own body made her imagine how Xavier would react if he could see her right then. She hated the mirror because she couldn’t stop staring at it each time she was in there. Her body had filled up pretty nicely over the past two years. Her breasts and hips were full, and somehow her waist had managed to stay almost the same. She was thick. Was that the kind of body he liked? She wondered. Obviously, Xavier was attracted to her because he always wanted to see her in dresses that would show off her curves. But would he like what was underneath? To distract herself, she put on the shower to the hottest level and watched from a distance as the steam made the mirror too foggy for her to see anything. Eventually, she toned the water down and showered with her eyes closed so she wouldn’t be tempted to look at her naked body and start i
What the hell was she doing? Xavier had just confessed to getting personal information about her from her gynecologist without her consent and she was breathing under him, desperately waiting for him to touch her and relieve the ache between her legs. He had sneaked into her room somehow without wanting to tell her how. He had returned from god knows where only because she had sent him a text implying she would let him do anything to her. The bad signs were there, yet her brain managed to minimize all of them. “You had no right to do that,” she whispered, hoping that maybe hearing her own voice would knock some sense back into her. At the same time, she wanted him to somehow turn her own words into something sexual like he always did, and make her forget about the things she was so afraid of. “I’m sorry,” he said instead, surprising her. “I shouldn’t have done that.” Why did he have to apologize…? Now she felt bad for accusing him. A simple apology had changed how he was in her
Everything was going so well until something began to vibrate close to her knee. Xavier groaned in her mouth, but it wasn’t a groan of pleasure. His phone was ringing at the worst possible time and neither of them were happy about it. He kept kissing her though, so she completely ignored the vibration of the phone until it stopped ringing. Unfortunately, it started to ring again and then again. Frustrated, Xavier grunted and reluctantly pulled his lips away from hers. He angrily pulled the phone out from his pocket and she simply watched him since he still had her around his waist and pinned to the wall. She waited patiently, sure he was going to end the call and switch off his phone so that they could continue what they started. Since they were so close to each other, she was able to see the caller ID. The name ‘Samantha’ was written boldly on the screen of his phone. He saw the name at the same time she did, and to her horror, he quickly released her. Her legs were not steady on t
Charlotte’s mouth hung open when she saw the first news headline: Laura Roman sues billionaire husband Xavier, over physical abuse allegations. Xavier was an abuser? But why would he ask her to search him up online when he knew that news like this about him existed? Was it his way of warning her about what she was getting herself into? Maybe he had hoped that she wouldn’t scroll past the first few articles about his life in general, the ones that made him appear to be nothing but a trouble free hardworking billionaire. There was a video underneath the article. It was a video of Laura, Xavier’s ex-wife crying and relaying her story about the things she went through in Xavier’s hands. It was a video from the court during their divorce and it seemed quite serious. The woman’s eyes were filled with tears as she recounted the several times he had hit her, brought women over, abused her and turned her into a jobless, controlled trophy wife. She even went further to show the court the
“What do you mean the articles cannot be published?” Valerie White blared at her husband in the car after he just told her that the plan to tarnish Charlotte’s image had failed yet again. “Each time my journalists try to publish anything about her, somehow it gets deleted before it goes mainstream and a warning sent to them,” Jonah explained. “I’m also confused about it myself.” “Do I have to do everything myself?” Valerie attacked him, crossing her arms in disgust. “What kind of silly excuse is that? You had just one simple job that anyone could have done, yet these people just told you an obvious lie and you swallowed it whole. Is this how gullible you are?” Jonah’s hand tightened on the steering wheel. He wanted her to stop talking. They had only been engaged for a few days yet all Valerie ever did was nag him morning and night. This was not how he thought being with her would look like. Unfortunately, all he could do was sit back and let her speak to him however she wanted. He
Charlotte could barely sleep through through that night Xavier had left her. When she woke up the next morning, she was still asking herself certain questions which she had no answers to. Like ‘was Xavier really that bad of a person?’ and ‘who was Samantha?’She eventually managed to go to sleep and woke up pretty early the next day. Feeling bored, she got out of the room and perused the outside of the mansion, walking around comfortably in her night robe since it was still a little dark out and no one was outside. There was a garden close to her side of the house. She went there and plucked a flower or two. While she sniffed the flowers, she heard a rustle behind her and spun around, afraid someone would show up to tell her she was in trouble for picking flowers in Xavier’s house without his permission. Fortunately, no one was behind her. It was probably just the wind or something, she thought. When she was done walking around, she sat down by the pavement and began to kick the ai
Charlotte glanced around anxiously in Xavier’s office as she waited for him to prepare for their discussion. He took his time removing his jacket and rearranging his already arranged desk before eventually sitting down to face her. “So, you were saying?” He asked when he was done, sitting behind the desk opposite her and giving her his full attention. Did he want her to repeat the fact that she wanted his money again? “You promised I would get paid for being your wife,” she said. “It’s in the contract. I want to be paid now.” He gave her an empty blank stare for a full minute while she melted under it. What was he thinking about and why wouldn’t he say anything, she wondered. “Should I be concerned?” He asked finally, raising a brow. “You’ve never mentioned anything about money before now and suddenly you want your full pay. What’s the problem exactly?” She straightened in her chair and tried to look as professional as the nightdress she was wearing would allow her. “I never m
Maybe it was the hurt look on his face that touched Charlotte, but while Xavier was still speaking, she placed her hand on top of his and rubbed it. It was the most innocent gesture, a sign to show him he wasn’t so alone in the world, but it shut him up immediately. His eyes darkened when he looked up at her and she removed her hand from his, mistaking his look for annoyance. However, he pulled her hand back and placed his hand over it. “Thank you,” he said. “It felt good to let that out after a long while.” “You’re welcome,” she replied with a tight smile,, looking down at where their hands were joined together. He still didn’t release it. From how he was holding her, she doubted he planned to let her go. “So…do you still want to leave?” He asked uncertainly. She sighed deeply. Although she felt bad for him, it was still his word against all the internet said about him. He never cared what she thought about him until it came to the point of her leaving him. What if he had only