*Xavier's POVI don't carry Harley for long. Not because I wasn't enjoying the feel of her skin against my hand or her nails grazing the nape of my neck but because when we got out of the woods, a very busy street greeted us, making me realize that the woods we trespassed through were the private property of someone.I can only hope that no one saw us. I don't want a jail record right after being mugged.I put her down on the pavement when I see people stopping to stare at us. Ignoring their questionable looks, I grab her hand and pull her with me across the street. She tiptoes when her feet hurt as she hits the road.My watch — the only thing the goons didn't take from us — reads close to 7 pm and the hustle-bustle of LA is already at its peak. We are about 10 miles from Beverly Hills and somewhere close to Hollywood. We look out of place with our tattered clothes among the others on the road.The building we head towards is tall and magnificent. It reads 'Hotel McClarke' above the g

*Xavier’s POV"No, Mom, we're fine." I rub my forehead as I hear Mom's frantic voice over the phone. Ever since she heard that we got mugged, she has been freaking out. "We were robbed and all but we're still fine.""But how did this happen?" she asks in a worried tone. "I thought you were smart enough to not stop your car on an empty road. Times are rough, sweetie."I feel the inclination to tell her that it was in fact not my fault at all. If it wasn't for Harley, I would have been sleeping in my bed right now instead of being dressed in borrowed clothes from a hotel's staff.But then again, I would have missed the chance to bury my face between her legs. Turns out, everything does happen for good."It was a mistake. I told Jake to trace the car. We should be getting our stuff back soon.""Come back home soon," Mom sighs. "The event went smoothly but all my plans to introduce Harley as an Everest went downhill. We need to throw a party for her soon to welcome her to our family. I'll

*Harley’s POV"You've gotta be kidding me!" Xavier growls as the curtain of the theater is lifted and the Romeo & Juliet banner greets his eyes."C'mon, Xavier, you promised." I squeeze his arm, making him look at my hand on his.His lips are pressed to a thin line as his eyes skate over my body. I am wearing a white blouse and a maroon skirt, just like I promised. More than once or twice, his hand already slipped under my skirt in the car, telling me that he approved of the look."Romeo and Juliet, seriously?" He leans back in his seat, dropping his hands casually between his knees. "You strike a hard bargain, nemesis."Dressed in a simple white shirt and dress pants, he looks strikingly handsome as he watches the drama start to unfold on stage. His expression is disinterested and he gives a disgusted look when Romeo enters the stage."How can you hate them?" I shrug, looking at the stage where the man playing Romeo says his dialogue. "They are the most beautiful star-crossed lovers

*Harley’s POV"Do I look good?" I run my hands along the length of my hair, looking myself up in the rearview mirror of the car.Choosing a perfect dress usually comes easy to me but tonight, I feel more cautious about my appearance. After spending an hour in front of the wardrobe, I ended up picking a royal blue, off-shoulder cocktail dress with a side slit reaching above my knee."You always look good, Harley. Stop worrying," Xavier says, interlacing our fingers together, making me look at our joined hands.Unlike me, it took him only a few minutes to get ready, and yet, I admire the way he is dressed in a black suit that was tailored just for his body. He is wearing a crisp white shirt underneath with a black tie. His biceps are hard underneath the sleeves and I have the urge to run my hands over them. His hair is neatly gelled, spiked a little on the front, and his cheeks are covered by light stubble."But you said they were important clients." Xavier squeezes my hand as I speak.

*Harley’s POVSleep hasn't been my friend for long, but I wake up with a smile for the first time in four years. A yawn leaves me the moment I open my eyes and am greeted with the sound of silence, followed by the sound of birds chirping perched on the garden trees.The heavy weight on my waist makes me look down to see a strong, muscular arm, endowed with light hair, wrapped around me securely, keeping me close to the warmth of the body behind my back.I remember last night. It has been embedded like permanent ink in my mind and I will never forget it. People say that we never forget the person we lose our virginity to and maybe that's right because Xavier has been in my mind for years now and last night only made him more everlasting."Good, morning, nemesis," Xavier groans, nuzzling his nose on my shoulder."Good morning." I avoid turning around, conscious of my morning breath, but I twine an arm around his neck while his hand reaches under the blanket.A husky moan leaves me when