XANDRYMy sister walked to Cam and Blaine with a huge smile on her face. I prayed inwardly and hoped she was not going to spill embarrassing stories about me.Focusing back to the woman in front of me, Megan giggled when I mentioned about Finley, though she stole glances more to Riley than him.“I’m not sleeping with a country guy,” she protested.“And why is that?”“It would be hard for us even for a booty call, duh.” She rolled her eyes, sipping her drinks.I smiled broadly. “But you like him.”Her brow raised in disbelief. “You’re serious about it? Since when you’re doing a matchmaking thingy?”“I am not. Look, Meg, give him a chance. He’s a good guy.”“And he looks like have a huge dick.”I barked into laughter, shaking my head in amusement. Seriously, this woman never filtered her mouth. “There is only one way to find out.” I stood up. “See you later, Meg.”“Go, get your gir

XANDRYWhat the fuck was I thinking back there? And she just shrugged, asking me back the same question with sarcasm. I like her, that was for sure, otherwise, I’m not doing all this shit that I’ve never done before. And whatever this tension between us I knew this was just sexual frustrations and nothing couldn’t do with jacking off or a woman to scratch my itch when my deal with Saph was over. But every time I thought of another woman made my stomach twist and my cock didn’t show interest.Blaine was devastatingly sexy, but why am I not jumping on her yet? Ridiculous, wasn’t it? She was like a forbidden fruit on my reach but protected with an unbreakable shield. And her focus was on raising her child and not some sick relationship with someone like me. So, I’m a goner.The fact that I’m not breaking a deal with Saph made me believe that I had actually self-control over temptations

XANDRYThe Harrises and I settled at the bar lounge. Talking about business was not the best topic I wanted to indulge when I was on the yacht, but that was what the oldies were enjoying at this moment while I was currently mind-fucking Blaine.The Harris’ twins were already at the spa room with the best masseuses with the relaxing androgynous scents of sophisticated oil mixed of sandalwood, violet, and vanilla, or probably the sensual aroma of the sweet almond oil.Saph and Blaine were lounging at the deck—their faint laughter was tempting me enough to join them, but that was their girls’ time.One of the reasons why I brought them here was to spend time with Blaine and not sitting in front of these oldies while listening to the topics out of my interest, but I was not to be disrespectful, was I?My girls walked inside with still a smile on their faces. Blaine’s eyes gl

XANDRYAfter hearing Dad’s faint deep voice telling me to come in, I walked inside. He was sitting behind his glass top desk. His office was modern and boring surrounded by glass walls. There was no decoration other than his chair, the desk, two chairs in front, a small coffee table, and a single file drawer. No family photos, paintings on the wall, nor rags.Alexander Phoenix Williams had a principle that family would come first, and he made sure to leave the office on time and spend time with us. He had a high ceiling symmetry dark-stained wood office and library at home he shared with Mom. My mother, Samantha collected all the books published by her publishing house plus the books she had when she was young. She was also a fantasy-adventure author under the pseudonym of Hanna Andry.Dad’s fingers were linked together on top of his desk without uttering a word.“Hey, Dad,” I

BLAINEAfter taking Ben from my parents’ home, we went home immediately to prepare our dinner. Mom was so happy to see Xandry and we had to spend lunch with them—she had to impress him with her new stew recipe.I made a simple creamy white lasagna—Ben’s favorite since he’d been asking me for over a week now, but my mind was somewhere else. I guessed I was starting to be a terrible mother for Ben, yet he never complained although he didn’t miss to ask about Xandry occasionally.The fact Ben liked Xandry so a lot, terrified me, and the last thing I wanted was to hurt my son and to keep him under false pretenses.This was my first time to have a man in my life since his father, and I couldn’t help but question myself of how was I going to explain to my son if Xandry was done with me?“Sweetheart, I think I heard the oven dinged.” Xandry already prepared the table as he insisted on helping, he placed the wine given by