...Xavien POV...
I have moved back to the ranch and have been here for two weeks now. I can honestly say that I feel more relaxed and myself again. I have been able to do the things that I enjoy and still run my company at the same timeAs for Mekayla, yes, I miss her a lot. We keep in contact regularly, but that is mainly talking about the babies though. I try at all costs not to say anything else to avoid getting into an argument. Well, not that I am saying that the arguments have stopped, for I do get the angry message and then a call out of the blue.It has been a real challenge having to start a new life again when you thought that you had the perfect one. Every time I look at those divorce papers, I really wonder if we did just moved into things too quickly. Perhaps, if I did not insist on us marrying so soon, things would have been different. Who knows? All that I know is that our marriage has not been working.Tina has been struggling to get Mekayla to th…Mekayla POV…I am losing my husband; in fact, I think that I have already lost him. My insecurities have taken me over. I fear that I am not strong enough, or even a good even wife for him, for I cannot keep myself together. I have taken my failure to trust him about how I feel out on him. How is he supposed to have meant to know that I was going through a hard time dealing with what happened? If I only sat down with him, then he would not have left our home.So here I have Tina, that is just as frustrated at me for not wanting to listen, for refusing to go speak to a doctor that will listen. Have I really gone that mad that I find myself in this room? I have trusted no one to help me; why should I trust someone to help me now? Our precious little babies are to be born in a few weeks, and here I cannot control my emotions. Not the hormonal ones, but the ones that will drive you to insanity.I guess I drove the man away from me that I truly did love. I h
...Xavien POV...The day has finally arrived.Today the babies are born.Mekayla is completely petrified, pacing the room as she is trying to get into her hospital gown. She has been going to see this doctor, but to me, it does not seem that there is any approvement. Now, I have asked her and the doctor what is going on, but neither of them wants to tell me. And as for Tina, Mekayla has not told her either.Now she is here working herself up, and believe me; I ain't the one telling a pregnant woman that is about to give birth to calm down. Well, not that she would listen because what I say really does not count, for she does keep on reminding me that we have separated. She does not want to understand my perspective, and I don't know what is wrong with her. At this rate, it is not helping us both.So once she has put on that godawful hospital gown, the nurses come to push her bed through to the operating theatre. Not once does she hold my hand as we move thro
...Xavien POV...Life does not always go as you plan. Your best-laid plans are sometimes going to fail. The question is, how do you deal with failure?Well, life is made up of these defining moments; it is up to you have you let these moments affect you, for they shall shape who you are and what you will become.How do you deal with a marriage that you thought was completely stable, a marriage you thought was heaven-born.You cant.I simply don't.I have never known failure in my life, yet though, I have had my share of heartache. Heartache makes up that defining moment. And my choice is never to love again.Yes, it sounds like some country and western song; hey, I can even throw my boots on and dance to it. The sad what is, when something comes to an end, then it comes to an end.Mekayla was, well, yes, as her name says, Mekayla. Mekayla that comes with sunshine, that brings a new day. She was the light of my life. I will not
Long elegant fingers are running down every crevice of my sculpted physique; with the morning sun piercing through the window, I catch a glance of the blonde lying next to me. She is young, perhaps far too young for me, with curves so hot that you can melt butter on her skin. It is yet another morning, after yet another night of heavy drinking. I can honestly say that I truly do not remember bringing her home, not even to mention if she was worth the effort.Do I dare even taking her again?She turns her head to face me. Those deep cherry lips are so close to me that with only but one wink, I would claim those lips.Then with absolute raw desire, I grab that damn peachy ass and pull every inch of her toned body into mine. I hear her gasp as she prepares to push me away, but as she leans into me, she catches a hint of my cologne and eases into me.She kisses me gently and carefully, but it is not gentleness that I am after. I knot my fist in her hair, and
Fate is what takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking. Sometimes the slightest thing changes the directions of your life, the merest breath of a circumstance, a random moment.I am a man who plans every step that he takes. I would like to see where I am going and how I am going to get there. Some say live life on a daily basis; I say there is no room for surprises and unexpected things.I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way, we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.My question hereby begs, what value does a woman have? Now the first thought that does spring to mind is going back to that perky blonde. A woman’s value lies in the degrees of pleasure that she can render you speechless. But I have to move my focus to what I am trying to achieve, which is to hire the best Marketing Director that I can find. I need to ask that question, what value lies in a wo
I feel the roar of the engine vibrate underneath my chair as it sends seven sensations of adrenaline through my veins. The touch of the leather sits softly against my skin as I take the wheel firmly into my hands. In less than one…two…I slam the pedal to the floor and race out of my driveway from zero to sixty in less than two seconds.I love the rush of a fast car as it sends the vibrations through my core; for only but a second, I can say it feels better than sex; no woman will ever give me the rush that this beast does.Soon I find myself racing through the streets underneath the bright lights to the very place I find myself every night. Pulling up in front of the valet, I slide one tight ass covered in black designer jeans with a matching button-up shirt, showing far more chest than is probably required.As I saunter my way past the long cue, straight through the door, I ascend the stairs that will take me to the private lounge. This here, this
It is with utmost frustration that I awake to an empty bed. There is not brunette and not even shocking enough a blonde. With what was the sad realization, I ended up returning home last night completely empty-handed.Now I was I can say that I was simply not in the mood, but that would be a simple lie, for I was beyond frustrated. One very cunning brunette set my body aflame, and once she left me cold, she doomed me for the rest of the night.So, just to even the score, I shall make a phone call today.Mekayla Winters is not going to play the player. I shall get my revenge, well should I say, my full intention is to leave her craving just as bad as she made me.And it is with this in mind that I skip all the novelties of my morning routine and find myself, even without my driver, into the office. As I take that elevator up to the top floor, the anticipation of the excitement lies deep within my skin. The last time I was so purposely on a mission to play
I think that I might just have a certain Miss Winter right under my spell where I need her, though there is a question? Whom am I fooling for? This woman clearly had my dreams rather tormented as every ticking second went past in the evening.To say that the board meeting will not be a slight torture would be a complete understand. No, of course, I cannot play her in front of my loyal, trusted employed, but god, wait, when I find myself behind a closed door with her, just me and her, then all bets are on.So is it with utmost frustration that I can't find the perfect grey suit between the entire goddamn closet of grey suits?This, my dear friend Xavien, this poses the very first real problem, why would I, Mr. Caruso, want to dress of for my Marketing Director. That is a thought that needs to be scrapped from the very source in my brain.But that is not a force that the rest of the ones that are present in the kitchen wishes to leave unsaid, and of course,