All Chapters of Resisting Xavier: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Xavier fisted his hand at his side reprimanding himself for losing his cool with Maya a few minutes ago, but the mere mention of another male was enough to make him lose it.      He closed his eyes trying to clear his head as the desire to find the person who his little kitten was so eager to spend her time with and destroy him was becoming overwhelming.     He couldn't understand the indescribable feeling of wanting to own and bind someone to himself as he wanted with her and heck he wouldn't care on a normal day but again he thought, no woman had dared mention another man when they were with him.       They have been so damn eager to please him and make him want them but yet his little kitten was doing the opposite and still he wanted her so badly, he wanted her so much that it was slowly becoming an unhealthy obsession he thought flustered internally yet maintaining a solemn expression on

 Maya starred at their agreed spot to meet after work disappointed. Jasmine's office was empty and even though she knew she was a little late, she was still angry.       It was just 6:10, they should have at least waited for a little. They of all people knew she didn't have a ride home she thought.       "Hey." A familiar voice casually greeted behind her.        She turned, it was Alex. As usual, he was giving off his innocent shy boy goofy grin as Maya internally resisted the urge to ruffle his Raven black hair. His beautiful green eyes and nerdy glasses all add to his charm.        The grin on his face disappeared as he scratched the back of his hair nervously.       "Wrong Timing?" He asked, noticing how upset she looked.       She nodded her anger slowly dissipating. Being angry i

 Xavier closed his laptop frustrated. It was no use pretending that he was working. He hit his hand against the mahogany table, its sturdiness and hardness agitating him the more like a mocking reminder, a silent taunt.        That's what he was supposed to be, sturdy and hard so why couldn't he stop thinking of a particular brown eyes fragile petite woman he thought.      "I shouldn't be thinking of her." He whispered as he fisted his hand to his side, a universal sign of weakness he thought scowling.      He didn't have a problem if he was thinking of how she appealed to him physically, though that was a mystery that he couldn't wrap his hand around yet.       Because a month ago, he could confidently say that she was nothing he wanted in a woman.       He preferred his women quiet, humble, and obedient. But, she was s

 Maya dropped the hair stretcher on the sink examining her handwork on the mirror.       Her hair was straightened out flat and let to fall without restraint. Her lips were covered in red lipstick, she also applied mascara on her lashes.      She starred at her short leather skirt, a bit skeptical about her choice of clothing. But remembering she was going to a club, she decided to indulge a little.       Her red crop top helped balance everything out, she reasoned. It was a turtle neck and she wasn't showing off her cleavages at least.      She was internally grateful that the girls had gone out with some girls at work, else they would have certainly remarked on her dressing and be curious to know who she was going out with.      The last thing she wanted was her housemate's malicious matchmaking, she love them so much

He looked at her frustrated. How could she compare herself with Skylar, his kitten was damn smart, fucking intelligent, beautiful, sexy, and yet for some fucked up reason he couldn't grasp, she wanted to be Skylar?      "I do sound pathetic if you are desperately trying to butter me up. But I am not that damn tipsy yet." She whispered Accompanying her statement with a peal of dry laughter as she placed her hand on his chest for support.      "I don't know about pathetic, but I am damn angry with you." He draped his hands around her waist securing her around him.      She sighed smiling sadly.      "That's all you feel when you are with me."      No, I get horny, confused, intrigued, weak, he wanted to reply but he couldn't because he knew she won't believe him since he has been a fucking douchebag since he met her.