Xavier’s point of view, this might just be the last oneMy sister and I walked through the palace halls to get to where my father was waiting to kill me as my sister explained. We made small talk along the way and she told me about how my father almost beheaded a guy for pecking her. He was a really protective father and a possessive one at that, He is the person most of my personality came from.

He trapped me between the wall and his body then placed his forehead firmly against mine, and stared into my eyes, I saw a look of amusement on his face, was he going to laugh at me. There was no single ounce of lust in his eyes which made a little tug at my heart, it was hurtful that he wasn't attracted to me as I was to him.His hands went down and I felt them against my naked hip he leaned forward just a little and bit my lower lip teasingly, I wasn't expecting to get into this tonight.

After a very refreshing shower and brushing my teeth I went to the closet to pick out my outfit for training today. I was not sure what I was meant to wear for this thing. Don't you watch all those 7-minute acquiring ab routine channel your closet to theirs, I need you to take a leave you are currently not needed right now I told my self. I finally settled for a pair of leggings and black underwear but what to cover my boobs with. My previous nanny always told me to wear a shirt that covered my ass when I was wearing tight stuff but I couldn't seem to find any. At least not on my side of the wardrobe. I kept ogling Xavier's clothes that were flexing in his side of the closet.

“I fucking hate my life” I whispered to myself after the training.“You did our best, at least for your first day and you learned some dodging techniques, which is a good thing and on the bright side you stepped on me”“And you liked it because you are a kinky son of a...”

Once again I was in a dark place, I hope doing this stuff for this guy doesn’t bite me in the ass one day. Who am I kidding, I am sure it will. The pain in my neck wasn’t there anymore, of course, it wasn’t I was fucking dead. The draft again, why did there have to be a draft when he was bringing me out of death, Probably because he is summoning another person’s spirit into you. That is impossible, RIGHT. My eyes opened slowly and I saw Xavier sitting there in that buddha style again closing his eyes trying to focus.