As we make our way to Abraham’s Incorporated in Sandton City, Charles, and Damien cannot stop talking about just how amazing this meeting is going to be. Coming up with crazy scenarios of how I’m going to react, all of them end up with her pregnant. At this very moment I am upset with her, why were there rumours of a merge? Hopefully, it is just the public making assumptions for her sake but nonetheless, I am still upset with her and in all honesty, scared too. I didn’t want to meet her, after seeing those pictures that day, I haven’t been the same, that’s all I see, in my head and my dreams, I hate her. “Uh, Xander, you’re thinking out loud,” Charles says to me worriedly. “There is nothing to be scared about Xander, you’ll be fine,” Damien says. “I am not scared,” “Dude, you’re angry and somehow terrified of the woman, she is way better than you and I mean if she – ouch!” Charles says, and Damien gives his lover a looking of warning. “What? I’m being honest,” Charles says. “May
The next morning, I was somehow in a good mood, nothing could get me down today, not even Charles and his little antics. I got out of bed and go straight downstairs; Charles is sleeping on the couch, which is odd because I could have sworn, I left him in his room last night and Charles made a vow a few years to never sleep on the couch and he hasn’t until now. I walk over to the couch and tap his shoulder and whisper his name, he doesn’t respond. “Charles,” I call out. “Charles?” I call out again, a little louder. “Dante!” I yell, he jumps and looks around before his eyes land on me and he lies back down and groans in frustration. “What is wrong?” he asks groggily, rubbing his eyes. “What are you doing on the couch?” I ask, his face falls and I immediately can tell that something is wrong. He sits up straight on the couch and I jump over the couch and sit beside him, preparing for a dramatic sob story. “Damien ditched me last night,” That doesn’t sound like Damien. “Why?” I ask
Damien – ‘Xander, be nice, be a gentleman and show some respect.’ Damien and I are texting each other in the car because our little agreement cannot be known to Charles because once he’s involved the whole world will know. ‘I’ll try, I text back. ‘Don’t try, DO! Or you’ll be dealing with Charles,’ he texts. ‘FINE’ ‘Good, then you’ll find.’ I look up and smile at him and smile back. The car stops, and the nerves immediately set in, my palms are sweaty, and my mind is racing, I want this to work, for me to get over my hate for women and maybe learn to be civil with them. I step out of the car and put my suit jacket on. “Relax Xander, you’ll be okay,” Damien whispers to me. “I hope so,” I whisper back, Damien takes my briefcase and I put my phone in my suit pocket. Charles steps out, walks over to me and fixes my collar. “Charles, please stop,” I ask, I hate it when he moms me in public and for no reason. “You have to look good, to feel good,” he says, “And PS I want those c
After dinner with Aiden, we decided to watch a movie. I’m lying on top of him, ear to his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat. He shifts beneath me, and I look up at him and as soon as our eyes meet, our lips follow suit. Aiden moves his hand to my cheek and strokes it with his thumb, deepening the kiss, his tongue slips into my mouth and I moan, but he pulls away just as I beginning to enjoy it. “God, I missed you,” he says kissing my lips. “Work has been so stressful without you,” he kisses me again. I had missed him too, the way he held me, kissed me, and just made me feel special, there was no man like him, he has always been the one for me. “I missed you too,” I say, we both sit up and he signals for us to take upstairs to his room, and I nod my head, in one movement he swoops me into his arms and carries me bridal styles up the stairs, “You have no idea
We arrive at the office on time and walk to the reception and I am told to head up to Miss Abraham’s office, thank the heavens that the slutty receptionist was here today, we walk to the elevator and press the up button. “Xander, does you being in a good mood means that your period is finally over right?” Charles snickers. I sigh, “Ha-ha, very funny Dante,” I reply, the door opens, and we step inside. “Charles, what did we talk about?” Charles huffs, “No teasing Xander,” I turn my head and look at Charles, “Look who’s finally become the submissive,” “Shut it, James,” he mumbles. “I think someone needs a spanking,” I tease. Earning a chuckle from Damien, the elevator doors open, and we walk down the hallway to Miss Abraham’s office, just as we are about to arrive, Aiden comes walking out looking flushed
Xander Chantel Pieters, an interesting woman, but not more interesting than Nikki. She knows how to hold a conversation, knows a lot about business, sports and just everything else, not once did she show fear when I tried to intimidate her. She stood her ground and pushed back; I like her. To also add to her intellectual knowledge, she is beautiful, curly short hair, honey-brown eyes, freckles on her cute nose, gorgeous body from what I could tell and caramel coloured skin. No wonder my father is against them, they draw you in like bees to honey, and before you know it, you’re hooked. Stay focused, Xander. “So, how long will you be here?” “Well, I’m planning on going back, in a few days,” I reply, “Why?” “We need to discuss a few things about project finances, get your account details and just confirmation on transfers and all that,” she replies. “Sure, of course,” I nod. “Great,” she stands up from he
Xander “Dude, come one, what’s wrong?” Damien asks for the 100th time. “As I said, I do not want to talk about it,” I reply, looking out the window. “Did she crack a male joke that threatened your masculinity?” Charles asks. “No,” “Did she touch your stuff?” Damien asks, “She nosy?” “No.” “Hungry?” “No.” “Then what the fuck is it Xander?” they all yell. Ring, ring. Thank you, Lord, for your timing. “Hello?” “Hello, this is Chantel speaking,” “Chantel, hi, how are you?” “I’m good, look, I’m just going to cut straight to the point, I know what you saw with Miss Abrahams, and I’d like to apologize on their behalf,” “What are
I get home a little after 1 a.m., where did I go after my little disaster of a date? The bar right across the street from where I was staying, I needed something to drown my sorrows in and alcohol knew just how to do that. I needed to get my emotions in place and also, I couldn’t face Charles and tell him that I may have met his long-lost twin.I quietly walk into the house, well I try to, but the lights come on and I hiss, why are they so damn bright.“Well, well, well, look who decided to show up,” Charles says in a disapproving tone.“Hey, I am a grown man,” I say trying not to slur and sway.“You do know I can smell the alcohol from here?”I huff, “Whatever, I’m going to bed.”“Woah there, buddy, what happened? You’ve only ever been this drunk ever since you saw a picture of Nikki,&rd