Salesman X Reader Novels & Stories

(Hey guys this Xavier is soo sensual and too passionate and romantic haina. Man:What the hell do you want..who the hell are you.. Pa:Sir I am Aman..sir the clients are here..they are waiting for you.. Man: I am coming..Now Fuck off..Xavier is about to kiss her but she stopped him and nodded in no..and said..

I patted his back and settled down next to him. Xan is a portable hacking machine. You request someone's location or their secret wealth they've hidden and kept under different names in the bank and he'll get them to you within five seconds. He just needs a laptop. "I'm creating some new hacking softwares which I'll sell you for billions." "I have purchased enough from you. I don't think I'd need anything new for now." "You'll regret your words once it's ready, asshole." "We'll see." I said and watched him type with the fierceness that one shows on piano keys. His fingers were literally dancing on the keyboard without causing a mistake. "Where are others?"

It's been long since I felt such heat burning in me, the last time Xavier fucked me, I didn't feel it. You know what, I think Vanessa was right when she said Xender looks more romantic. That's absolutely right. Xender might be innocent in the face, the saint peter of ages, but trust me, he is a badass when it comes to sex and he doesn't know any shit about innocence.

Voice so familiar drawl. My eyes pry open, slowly. The harsh light is gone; the curtains are drawn, leaving the room dim. And then standing before me is Xaden. He’s wearing nothing but low-hanging pants, his bare chest on display, muscles flexing with every subtle movement. For a split second, my mind betrays me... He almost looks like Damon. I grit my jaw so hard I can hear a sound. “What do you want, Xaden?” I spit, my voice edged with venom.

"What?" "Ahem... l-let me take a shower first," she said, blushing. She thought he would be annoyed because she repeatedly rejected him, but he grinned at her. "Nice idea. Let's shower together," he said happily, and carried her. "I thought I could escape, but as it turns out, I'm now more at risk. It seems there is nothing we can do, dear self. R.I.P, my cherry. We will be ripped off again by XL's dick. "

Xain: After checking all their middle names and nothing came up, I suddenly remembered you were so sure Santo was not in the club, so I figured someone must have used his ticket, so all I had to do was dig a little into his life and, boom, I found him. How did you find out? Me: We bought an item and the rest is history That aside, what the hell am I going to do? Xain: Well, my little Cinderella, you are so fucked…… Me: Xain!!! Xain: You have to admit it, darling, only you can find yourself in such a mess Me: Xain!!!! Xain: Am not lying now, am I? Because how is it that you went to the club to sell your body to the biggest playboy in town but ended up spilling your guts to his older brother?

“You have evil plans against me in the future.” Draymond shrugged. “Allow the future take care of itself. Live in the present for now, boy. You have the big opening. You can become a Sentinel today.” “So you think I should kill Jimin?” Xavier said, turning the book in his hands. “I didn’t say you should do anything,” Draymond frowned. “I just gave you the book that would best suit what you need to do right now.” Xavier turned the book over in his hands searching for a name. “This book was written by….” He turned the book around looking for the author’s name and he finally found it.

“So you’re the Mr. Roland who’s been sharing my wife with me?” His voice was cold and dangerous. The man coughed, his lips trembling. “What? That’s not my name,” he stammered. Alex stopped pacing and frowned. “Oh really?” He gestured to one of the men. “Search his wallet.” The man obeyed quickly, pulled the wallet from the man’s pocket, and handed it over. Alex snatched it and flipped it open. His eyes narrowed. “Tom Xander,” he read aloud. “Occupation: Artist.”

He started to close his eyes and as he imagined the saleswoman’s mouth wrapped around him, he realized that it was Cara giving him the blow job. About that time, he heard the bathroom door opening and Xavier quickly pulled his hand out of his pants and grabbed one of the pillows to set in his lap. Trying to lean back casually against the other pillow, he watched his best friend walk out of the bathroom, wearing a white Hanes T-shirt that came down on her to about mid-calf, and she was towel drying her hair. He assumed she was wearing something under the shirt to cover her ass, but he couldn’t see and he wasn’t going to ask.

X smiles in my direction and then says: "Hello, Doce." "Hello..." I mutter more like a whisper than anything else. I clear my throat lightly and then adjust my posture. "I'm here to discuss business with you." "Alright," X says, coming down the last step. He approaches me and then continues. "By the way, congratulations." "For what?" I ask, not understanding what he meant and even less his habit of getting so close to me as to force me to raise my head to look at him. "For the sale. Now you can take care of your financial problems," X replies, lightly touching my chin. "I'm proud of you."