Todos os capítulos de Resisting Xavier: Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Xavier clenched his hand inside his sweatshirt pocket as he glared at his phone wondering if the man who had sent him this text had plans to show up. The guts, he thought to himself reading the text once again:  (Unknown number): Hey I'm the guy that might end up landing your girl if you don't get your head out of your ass. I'm not the enemy but you have one. Let's meet. Text me the address of where is suitable to you but mind you it must be in a public space. I hope your feelings are not hurt but it is quite understandable why I can't trust you.  Immediately his phone had lit up and he had read the message, he didn't need a soothsayer to tell him who was behind the text also known as the motherboard of his problems.   He had wanted to just block the number or delete the messages angrily but he had decided to talk it out with him rather because although he had been a diesel to make whatever he had with Maya burn faster, he was not the arch

"Then you need to come off this guilt. You're too overgrown to keep on dwelling on something you didn't have any control over. You couldn't have told that Diane would leave the car and be run over. It was simply not your fault," he shook his head, a sad smile on his face "You asked what I stand to gain from all of this? I'm also hoping that you both can just let go and live. Tyler too blames himself for what had happened. He had been responsible for driving Diane home after all but he had been with some now faceless blonde chick."   Xavier averted his gaze from him, "Blaming you have been Tyler's only way to get through his sister's death and it had been easy, filled him with a purpose to destroy you and I'd supported him for a while because I didn't want to hurt my best friend, but now this is unhealthy and his obsession to hurt you is becoming scary. I might not want to take Maya from you but she would slip through your fingers if you don't act wise and fast. The

"Are you alright?" Tyler asked her, concern in his eyes as she screwed up her line for the umpteenth time. They were on the terrace and according to the script she was supposed to tell him a story about her that would inspire a song.   She unscrewed the cork of the bottled water one of the members of the crew provided her with and hurriedly gulped the whole content. She stood up from the cold slab where she sat with Jared resisting the urge to yell and ask him how he expected her to be fine, but no thanks, she didn't want to trend on social media as the newest added member of the deranged patient in NYC, she thought drily as she removed the microphone on her body and steadily walked out of the room ignoring Tyler as he called her repeatedly.   She had thought she could do it, work and pretend like her life was in order but she had been kidding herself. She felt suffocated like she was burning inside of her and was not expected to shout, was dying

"Where is Maya and how is she doing?" Tyler immediately asked Jared the minute he stepped into the Hall.   The interior decorator was already removing the wallpaper and things in place they had used in making a part of the room look like a balcony and he was glad Tyler had spared him the stress of spelling out what they both knew already.   Maya was in no mental or physical state to perform today and till further notice and it was only because of him, Tyler, and his stupid obsession with revenge.   "If I didn't know better I'd have thought you cared for her and do not see her only as an important pawn in your plan to achieve your devious plan."   Tyler looked hurt by his words and took a step backward like they were physical weapons because they did have the same impact of wounding him though not physically.  "You know I do care about Maya. You know that."   "Do I?" Jared hoarsely

Two months later."I fulfilled the part of your request by not letting anyone know where you are but don't you think it is time to fulfill mine."    Maya sighed softly even as she remembered that day she had run back home to grab a change of clothes unaware of where she was heading but knew she needed to get away. Ashley as usual has probed and asked, always curious and she didn't know when she had broken apart and told her she needed to get away.   No questions asked Ashley had handed her keys to a condo in Boston and although she was tempted to ask her how she had an apartment there or why she didn't make there her residential area, she also didn't want to ask questions seeing that Ashley didn't.   She had ran and hidden away wanting to sort her thoughts and had made Ashley promise not to tell anybody where she was.   She adjusted her body on the Queen size bed, remembering how surprised she had be