All Chapters of Lust & Love: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ignore my grammatical mistakes plz:(   Krystal pov:    illusion Was everything that happened in Paris was just that, an illusion? Did I went to sleep for a very long time and dreamt of it all? I was very sure I wasn't dreaming. What happened?       It has been two days since I went back home with Xavier. It has been two days since I left the magical city of Paris. It has been two days since I faced work again, being busy as I was once.     But returning home, Xavier seems off. He was busy, yes, but he was kind of avoiding me. Xavier has been so focused on his papers, if not on his computer, or if not on his phone. He's not even giving me a single glance.     For the past two days, I didn't try to disturb him. He was so drowned, so focused on his work that I was scared to even get close to him. I let him be but you c

    Xavier entered his penthouse. Quickly, he removed his necktie which was suffocating him since he wore it this morning, followed by his blazer. He undid three buttons of his shirt before flopping directly onto his bed. He heaved a long, deep and tired sigh with closed eyes. He was tired indeed.   Few minutes had passed by. Was he asleep? Maybe, maybe not. Xavier sighed once again before opening his eyes which directly met the white ceiling of his million-dollar house. He ruffled his hair before he planted his feet onto the ground.   His feet padded into the bathroom. Discarding every clothing he wore, he steps in and took a shower. It calmed him down. The water was not that cold but it eases his tensed muscles, his tired back and his raging thoughts. After showering, he settled with a pair of white t-shirt and sweatpants. Forgetting to eat, he flops back to his bed, despera

Krystal pov:Am I dreaming? Hallucinating? Am I even seeing it real? He's here, is he? Nick, he's here and he's standing right before me, in front of me in his flesh.I was frozen on spot, every muscle in me came to a halt like I was paralyzed. What do I do? What do I say?I look into his eyes and I can see his glossy one full of regrets. If there was one thing I really know about Nick, it's his eyes. His eyes hide nothing – his eyes are his nakedness that you could literally see his soul. His eyes are very much readable to me, he conveys his feeling with his eyes, he speaks through it.I and Nick stare at each other as if the world has stopped and everything around the two of us disappear. I could hear no sound, I could see nothing but him. The time tickles – seconds passed away, turning into minutes.It was so dreading, deafening but yet you could do nothing. You just keep on staring at him.Nick l

Author pov: The silence was kind of deafening Krystal as she and Xavier drive off back to the company. Was there tension? Yes, but she don't know what kind of tension it was. She can feel that the sexual tension between the two of them was long gone after the two of them left the ceremony.     Is Xavier angry?     Krystal looks at him as he focuses his eyes on the road. He seems unbothered by her stares and continues to focus on rotating the when here and there as he makes a turn.     Krystal gave up and finally looked outside. She was stressing and yet now, she's even more stressed. Her head starts to ache.     She closed her eyes for a brief moment trying to ease herself and get rid of the pain she's feeling. She cursed mentally for not trying hard to have a decent sleep and proper meals. Now, she's suffering from her own stupi

Krystal pov: After eating, it took me a lot of convincing to let Xavier let me do the dishes. I don't want to feel like a princess in his house, I owe him a lot and there are only small things I could do to repay him, that include washing the dishes.  Xavier denied my request, saying that I need to rest more than I already is. I argued with him, saying that I'm feeling fine already. Having a twenty-four-hour of sleeping and resting at the hospital did that to me, I told him that. And I also told him that washing the dishes isn't a hard task.  After bantering, Xavier finally let me. And so, here I'm washing the plates and other utensils we two use while Xavier is in the living room watching TV.  After finishing, I dry them and put them on their respective rack. My eyes wander around. Thinking of Xavier as a guy, I'm impressed how neat and orderly his house is, re