บททั้งหมดของ Xavier's Obsession : บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

Xavier.It's been three days since I kissed Audrey in her apartment. Three days since I gave her the box before leaving. It wasn't until after I left before she realized that it was a brand new phone in the box, the latest model.I had barely stepped out of the elevator that led to my penthouse that night when my phone rang. I quickly punched in my code and entered my house before I accepted the incoming video call from Talia.But it was Audrey's face I saw. She held the phone I bought her in her right hand, eyes wide, lips parted in shock before shaking her head furiously and saying, “Xavier, this is too much.”I smirked and said, “Too bad. It's yours now. And why are you calling with Talia's phone? My number is already programmed into yours.”“I don't want it, Xavier.”“You either keep it, or I start showing up at your workplace every day until you accept it.”That got her. She scowled at me and ended the call. Later that night, she texted me a single word: Fine.I went to sleep t

Xavier.The cheers from inside the apartment follow us all the way down the hallway.I swear I even hear Camila yell, “Get it, girl!” before the door slams shut behind us.Audrey groans. “I hate them.”I smirk, placing a hand on the small of her back as I guide her forward. “No, you don’t.”She doesn’t argue, just shakes her head as we approach the waiting limousine. Ryan is already at his post, pulling the door open the moment we reach him.Audrey hesitates for half a second before stepping inside.I follow, sliding in beside her as Ryan shuts the door and rounds to the front.The second we start moving, I reach for the champagne, popping the cork with a soft pop and pouring her a glass.Her fingers curl around the flute, but she doesn’t take a sip. She keeps staring at the purse in my lap like it holds answers.I can tell from the way she keeps tucking her hair behind her ear that she's nervous. Her knee bounces slightly before she catches herself and finally takes a small sip of th

Xavier.I slam the door shut behind me, shoving my fingers through my hair as I let out a harsh breath. The evening was supposed to be perfect. The food, the atmosphere, the surprise waiting for Audrey at the end of the night. Instead, we’re in the back of my limo, running from cameras like criminals. I shrug off my suit jacket, tossing it beside me as I glance across the seat at her. She hasn’t said a word. She just sits there, with her hands clenched in her lap. I open my mouth to apologize again because I hate that this happened. I hate that she looks so damn fragile right now. But then I see a single drop of tears, sliding down her cheek, and something tightens in my chest. I move without thinking, crossing the space between us and sitting beside her. I wrap an arm around her, and pull her close, my fingers smoothing over her shoulder. “Audrey,” I whisper, “talk to me.” She doesn’t respond. Instead, she gasps. A sharp, broken sound that sends panic clawing up my throat

Xavier.Audrey trembles as I make her come with my tongue the second time. Her fingers twitch against the couch, her legs slack but still slightly quivering, like aftershocks of an earthquake. I watch as her chest rises and falls with uneven breaths, giving her a brief reprieve. Her lips are parted, and her skin is shining with sweat under the dim light. After a few seconds of watching her, I dive in again like a man starved. Because I was starved for three weeks and now that I have her, I want to drown in her. I slide my tongue over her again, slow and deliberate, savoring the way her thighs twitch as if they aim to close around my head. She gasps, her fingers sinking into my hair, tugging hard. I don’t know whether she’s trying to push me away or keep me there. And I don’t care. I press a kiss to her swollen clit before sliding a finger inside her, curling it just right, and the next thing I know—she’s gone. She comes so hard her back arches clean off the couch as her th

Audrey.The café smells like cinnamon and espresso, and I’m trying not to smile like an idiot while wiping down the pastry display. Talia is currently behind the register, her eyes boring into me like twin lasers.“So?” she says, dragging the words out. “You didn't come home last night. And you’re wearing Xavier's clothes. I need details.”I pretend not to hear her, leaning lower to adjust the scones. “We got back late, and then we slept. I told you this already.”“I know, I know. My question is, did you sleep with him though?”I straighten up too fast and nearly knock over the entire tray of almond croissants.Talia grins, wicked and satisfied. “That’s not a no.”My face burns, and I busy myself with reorganizing the muffins, like their perfect alignment is a national emergency.“I’m not talking about this here.”“This here is where I work, live, and gossip. You don’t get a free pass, missy. Especially not when you saunter in this morning looking like you got thoroughly rearranged.”