All Chapters of Faking It With The CEO: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

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Chapter Eleven

HarperFrom the frying pan to the fire; that’s a phrase I had heard somewhere.And right now I felt like I was in the fire. It seemed every member of the Hart family had skeletons in their closets, and even Xavier was certainly no different.I didn’t wait to hear a response or know what happened later with the girl. I walked away, straight to the bedroom, sat on the bed, and contemplated what else to do.The door opened almost immediately and Xavier walked in, his eyes dark with what I could term as guilt.‘We dated,’ he said without any preamble. ‘I loved her, she loved me, it was as serious as I could term a relationship. Then she fell ill, got diagnosed with cancer, and within months, I was burying a woman I had sincerely loved.’I looked at him, trying to study him, understand him. But Xavier was as shut up as a fortress, and I found it hard to comprehend his words other than what I heard.‘Maya is her sister,’ he continued. ‘She comes here immediately her money runs out to bleed

Chapter Twelve

HarperI couldn’t stand it anymore.The drive to the event was filled with lots of unspoken words and thoughts I kept at bay, and the courage to spill them out came when Xavier pulled into the parking lot of the venue.When we arrived at the venue, the place was already flooded with guests, and paparazzi.‘I saw her portrait,’ I didn’t look at him as I let out those words I had held in for long. ‘And she looks very much like me.’There was no response. I glanced at him to make sure he’d heard, and sure enough, he still had his hands on the steering wheel, his gaze set in front of him.‘What exactly is going on, Xavier?’ I asked him. Still no response. His silence was all I needed to conclude on my fears. I reached for the door but his hand rested lightly on my thighs at that point, making me pause in my movements.‘I thought we’d gotten past this,’ his voice was hoarse.‘Then why does everyone point out how I look like her or she looks like me?’ He made to talk but I cut him short.

Chapter Thirteen

XavierThe last time I felt rage like this, I had put someone in the hospital.Now that same rage clouded my senses and I knew I wouldn’t stop until I had put him in a hospital.‘Xavier…’ Harper made me come at me, but I wasn’t looking at her.Stan smirked and raised his hands in surrender. ‘We were just catching up on how it felt together.’That did it. I lunged at him, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall. Somewhere I could hear Harper gasp as the impact echoed across the tiles.Stan’s smirk disappeared. ‘You really want to do this in here?’‘Touch her again and I’ll break both your hands,’ my grip tightened around his collar.‘Funny,’ Stan scoffed, ‘when she was the one begging me to touch her.’I lost control and punched him hard, sending him crashing against the sink. The noise echoed through the bathroom and Harper cried out.Outside I could hear murmurs, but I didn’t care.‘Xavier stop it!’ Harper grabbed my arm, but I pulled away, already grabbing Stan

Chapter Fourteen

Harper I had walked away again, and I regretted it. All my life, I had walked away from confrontations; even my marriage. But I knew this last time I should have stood up for myself; I should have looked Mrs. Hart in her face and said what needed to be said. But I had simply walked away. With a deep sigh, I hugged my hands around my body, feeling the night air brush my skin with a light chill. Sitting on a bench, overlooking the city’s night landscape, I felt a bit better. Calmer. I didn’t know what to think anymore, so I decided not to reminisce and just enjoy the view. ‘You look like you’re about to freeze.’ I turned around at the sound of a male voice, and I saw a man standing behind me. His metal-rimmed glasses flickered in the street light, and although he was tall, he stooped over a bit as he spoke to me. ‘I’m fine,’ I shook my head, but I was done talking before he pulled off his coat and draped it around my shoulders. ‘There you go,’ a faint smile passed his lips. ‘W

Chapter Fifteen

XavierI had wanted her more than I’d wanted any other woman.Her scent, her soft moans, the way her smooth hands moved her around my body…It was invigorating. And I wanted more.With the frustration eating up inside me, I left the guest room and walked straight to our bedroom- as she had called it.Our.I was ready to take her, feel her in places I’d never felt her, make her lose control. But once I opened the door, I noticed she had fallen asleep on the bed, the robe she wore showing more skin than I could stand.She looked so calm, beautiful, almost like something ethereal. Seeing her like this made me wonder how Stan could fathom hurting someone like this.But, of course, he didn’t love her. He never did. Harper didn’t know it yet, but I was the reason he had married her in the first place.Because of me.I gently covered her with the duvet, and headed to the other side of the bed. But I couldn’t sleep; I needed a drink so bad.Even if it was just a sip.After few minutes of batt

Chapter Sixteen

Harper ‘Xavier Blackwood was a terrible choice, Harper.’I looked at the picture of me and Xavier Melissa showed me on her phone. It was taken last night, with the ring glittering on my finger. The ring I still wore.‘I have my reasons,’ I looked away, feeling Melissa’s eyes still on me.‘You know I’d always look out for you, Harps,’ Melissa said. ‘Still in that same circle of family? Horrendous idea.’‘At least mom’s bills are being paid,’ I avoided her gaze.‘There would’ve been other ways than getting engaged to him, Harps. Where was he anyway? I never knew Stan had a brother.’‘I didn’t either,’ I shook my head. ‘He just appeared out of the blue and…’‘All the more reason why you should know this is a bad idea; because whatever reason made him go extinct at that point must have been a very good reason.’‘He didn’t go extinct, Mel. He just…didn’t exist then…’ those words came out as a question.‘The Prince of Wales would’ve been a better choice than a twenty-first-century Casanova

Chapter Seventeen

HarperThe flowers that arrived the next morning were unprecedented. After signing and receiving them, I carried them to the kitchen where Xavier was having his breakfast, and Terese was still conjuring up something from the pot.‘I didn’t know your mom sends you flowers,’ Xavier laughed.‘It’s not from my mom,’ I groaned as I placed the flowers on the counter.‘Well, don’t add them to my food,’ Terese turned to glare at me.‘I’m sorry,’ I shifted it away from her. ‘So who sent it?’ Xavier asked.I checked around the wrapping until I saw a piece of cars stacked with a string. It read: HI. IT’S THE GUY WITH THE GLASSES. HOPE THESE MAKE YOU SMILE. YOU LOOKED LIKE YOU NEEDED IT-JOSH.‘It’s from a friend,’ I said to Xavier, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips.The flowers were a mixture of daffodils, pink carnations, and light purple lavender sprigs. They weren’t much but they were beautiful.‘So we’re having friends now?’ Xavier’s tone lost the joke it had once carried w

Chapter Eighteen

XavierIf there was one thing I was sure of, it was that nothing was certain. And driving over to meet me my father, that belief struck again like the Tower clock at midnight.Father had called me for an important discussion this morning, and although my anxiety had skyrocketed, I had composed myself enough to linger at home before going there.An hour to two of lateness could count as good composure. Stan was already there when I walked into the office, standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. When he turned and saw me, a sneer spread across his face, but he remained calm and controlled as usual.‘You’re late,’ my father’s voice cut through the room before I could say a word.‘Traffic,’ I slipped my hands into my pockets.‘You’re never one for giving excuses, Xavier,’ he didn’t look up from the file in front of him. ‘Don’t start now. Sit.’Stan ambled towards me, an amused expression on his face. Of course, he was enjoying this.As we both sat side by side, Father closed the file a

Chapter Nineteen

HarperI didn’t stop him.Even when I remembered the agreement; the emotional impact it would have on me later on.I didn’t stop him because I didn’t want to. I was wet, shivering and my body ached for more of his touch, his lips…‘Xavier…’ I whispered his name again, a silent plea building up within me.‘Don’t do that,’ his voice dropped. ‘Don’t say my name like that unless you’re ready for what comes next.’I raised my hands to his chest, feeling his body hard under that wet clothing. He was so close I could feel everything: from his musky scent to how hard he was. And I wanted it all.He drew closer, as if testing how far he could go. I felt his lips before they reached mine, and it almost did.‘Xavier!’ Terese’s voice called out from outside the bedroom, followed by a sharp knock on the door.We paused, our breath coming in shallows.Xavier looked at me, his eyes still dark and wanting. I also wanted more, even if I shouldn’t.‘Xavier!’ Terese called out again.‘Coming,’ Xavier r

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