Resisting Xavier
Xavier said, a smug grin on his face as he walked beside her, "I told you that I know a guy,"
"Guys are handymen, old college classmates who sell hoarded tickets__" he grimaced at her.
"Who do you think I am, a garage owner."
"Oh so modest, Xavier. A real classic," she mumbled sarcastically, smiling.
"I know right."
"But how do you know the Luca?"
He raised his brow, "I am the Xavier."
She waited for more follow-up explanation, "That is reason enough now stop fangirling over a married man, it is weird," he mumbled and smirking strode past her while she stared at his broad shoulders shaking her head at the incredulity of his massive ego.
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