Amelia arrived back at Xavier’s apartment, a driver had driven her here and she was quite disappointed that Shawn wasn’t the one who drove her back, she was sure that she would have talked his ears off about all her adventures of the day. She was squealing in joy, the bald headed man who was actually Pabulo by name had called her and informed her that she would resume work there immediately, she couldn’t contain her joy, by tomorrow she would be a fashion designer in the great Neon Fashion Trends Company, nothing could kill her joy. Then her phone rang. As she saw the caller her heart sped up, not in the romantic way, the smile on her face was completely whipped off. It was Mel. Amelia answered the call, then she heard Mel’s sob over the line. There was no greetings exchanged, there was no need for that. “It’s got worst with Jacob” Mel said, “He’s getting paralyzed Amelia” she cried out. Dread filled Amelia, she couldn’t console Mel because she was the solution to their problem
Amelia was done crying, the shame and rejection hurt like a bitch. She picked her phone and called, Mel picked up immediately. “I’ve got it” Mel released a breath audible enough for her to hear. Maybe it was worth it after all. “I’ll be giving the cheque to you, it’s a cheque of Three Million, take the extra and start something. So where do we meet?” “At the Grand Castino Hotel, check it up on your phone GPS, I’ll be waiting right there” “Can we meet by 6:00am, I don’t want to be late for work” “Yes of course I’ll be there, it’s gonna be a long journey... And Amelia, thank you for this and everything” Amelia smiled, it was worth of all. ***** XAVIER Amelia had left the house, she had refused the driver to take her and he only permitted it because he, Shawn and most surprisingly, Blake would be watching her. Shawn drove the car, tracking her as she walked on following some direction on her phone map, she had worn a hooded sweater which was quite suspicious. Finally sh
Amelia walked to Xavier’s office, she wanted to ask for a favour. Again. She hated that she depended on Xavier, she hated that even after she was humiliated by him, she had to run back like a puppy for each and every of her need, this time it wasn’t a financial need. This was a different type of favour. She could not say how shocked she was when she had fully offered herself to Xavier and he turned her down, the shocked had faded and shame replaced it. She had thought she knew what Xavier wanted and his rejection had taken all hope Amelia ever had of a ‘happily ever after’. There was something else. Why she believed what Xavier had done was wrong, she wasn’t sure she was right. Maybe he had abstained so as to not have sex with her on such desperate conditions, he didn’t take advantage of the situation. Well shame didn't always permit reasoning , she wondered how it would be like if Xavier took her there, on a couch. She was a virgin and she expected a better first time than that, so
Shawn, Blake and Xavier sat round a table, all eyes on the black and white picture on the table. “Faircho Dominguez, he had been abducting girls, the world must known women trafficker, he had kidnapped Mick Gatto’s mother, Kira Gatto” Blake announced. “To avoid the death of our men, why not we sign the peace treaty by saving Mick’s mother” Shawn suggested. “You’re right, I really don’t like the sight of our men wasted no matter how little” Xavier said in agreement. “We have to find out if saving Kira would be of more loss than remaining his enemy” Blake advised. “You are right we...” Xavier’s words were cut off and all discussions paused as Amelia walked in. She was in a very dashing blue strapless dress which trailed behind her, a deep slit to the side and very high sparkling black heels. Her neck was adorned with a heavy and pretty sea coloured choker, her hair fell down her shoulders in curly full waves and her lips were painted red. Damn. She was sexy. Shawn whistled and ev
Xavier walked to the Santiago Club he owned, Blake came with him while Shawn stayed at Neon Fashion Trends handling some business that had nothing to do with Fashion Designing.The air at the club smelt of bear, sweat and sex. Strippers- male and female, entertained the guests, dancing on poles, some walked around the bar, while the rest stood at the bar entries waiting for customers - all of them scantly dressed.The crowd parted as he walked in, he went straight for the VIP section.Mick Gatto was already seated, one of the whores on his laps, giving him a lap dance, Mick Gatto was the Head Leader of the Russian Mafia, though he was an Australian by birth and he was here for business alone. Xavier took a seat, right in front of him.Scantly dressed waiters supplied them some strong drinks. Mick pushed the whore off his lap and she staggered away."Hope you came with a glorious offer to appease me, otherwise this would be a waste of precious time" Mick said, he had always been the bra
“How did a mole like Bella get in as a worker?” Xavier asked Blake. Usually all workers are thoroughly reviewed before getting in, I’ll keep an eye on it” Blake promised. Xavier was back in the bar, he sat before the bar attainder who was so nervous Xavier could perceive it in the air. Same old, same old.He called for a slut and walked to a room in the upper section of the bar, leading her into a VIP room, before the door was shut, he yanked her clothes, shredding the excuse of a dress to pieces. He couldn’t even look the girl in the face as it would make him feel guilt for what he was doing to Amelia, he didn’t plan on making this slut enjoy it, so he thrust into her, plunging himself deep and pounding into her as she whimpered, trying to feign enjoying it, the bed post shook from the impact.****Few hours later, Xavier walked out of the club with Blake and Shawn who was able to strike a deal with Tony and he has agreed to cover for the rising question of the high earnings of Neon
She was mad as hell, how could he do that but there she sat on his laps. All reddened because she was stupid enough to think she was in the car alone.“Why did you come” she questioned him, “You don’t have to pretend you feel something for me, at this point, she totally understood, you don’t love me and you don’t care… and how the hell did you know I was here?”Xavier wasn’t smiling, well when was he ever smiling. “There’s going to be one rule Amelia, as long as you live in my house as my wife, you would go no where, you would stay in the house…”For the first time since she arrived here, she was too angry to care, she cut Xavier off “Bullshit” – the same words Xavier had said to her, he quirked his brow in false amusement – yeah, she was a quick learner. “You can go around with whosever and I can’t, that’s rubbish, if you want to see my as your wife then you would have to stop crash landing between other girls legs, you maggot” He was furious now – the truth stings like a bitch, Sha
“I don’t want to share a bed with you” Amelia said feigning disgust, actually she was afraid that she would let herself hope again, in something that wasn’t there, something that wasn’t true.“You mustn’t sleep on the bed, there’s enough space on the floor and the couch”“What the hell is your problem, why are you so bipolar”“Well that’s because my own wife can’t keep her legs shut”“Kelvin is only a friend and why the hell am I explaining myself to you, you don’t deserve my explanation – any form of explanation on that matter”“You talk too much, perhaps that’s why you’re smallish”“And what would you do about it?” Amelia said ready for a word battle, the fact that he was all calm and cool irked her to no end.“Silence is golden but duct tape is silver, don’t test my patience Amelia, because is getting to short”“I hate you”“Felling is mutual”“Why are you still keeping me, even if you know we can never work out, why hold me bondage?” Xavier smirked, pulling off his t-shirt and exp