Chapter 15
**Dorothy's POV**
"Hey, you alright?" Xavier's voice said from behind me, as the wind danced on my hair.
"You know, my parents died six years ago…but, for my sanity and poor fragile heart, I say they died two years ago. That has always been what j tell people" I started, and I soon felt my chest feeling like it was about to explode.
He said nothing but I knew he was listening.
"Sixteen years, that contract has been in recent…and..I lived from hand to mouth for those years they died?" I asked as I felt my chest exploding both from anger and pain.
Mr. Frey had something with my father and when he heard they were dead, he didn't even come to pay homage. It was only Me. Wort that actually came to pay his respects.
If this is what Xavier's mom meant when she said those people aren't really nice, good people, u fully understand her. That means I was mistaken.
I thought Mr. Wort was my father's business partner that's why he came to pay respects, both as partners and friends.
I was so lost in my head that I didn't know when Xavier was close to me till I felt his cold hands on my arms, and he turned me to face him.
"You survived, didn't you? I guess your father knew the kind of daughter he had, that's why he requested you not to act in a haste" Xavier said, pulling me in.
My heart was already heavy like I would explode in tears any second but my eyes seemed tired, like they had cried it all.
"Xavier" I murmured his name, but he heard me as he hummed in response.
"Do you ever think your marriage to Diana was part of the plan? I mean, I know it is crazy but I'm just saying" I said, and raised my head up to look at him.
His eyes just stared at me, and he smiled. I could feel the sincerity of that smile and I just realized how handsome this man was if he gave up the permanent scowl on his face.
"I don't know, princess. And honestly, currently, I'm too lazy to find out. Let's figure your shit out first, okay?" He said and brought my face back to his chest and I wrapped my arms around him.
He was unusually….. comforting.
"Guys? We are….." His mom voice jolted me back. I can't believe I was about to fall asleep, standing.
"We'll be down in a sec, mother" Xavier said, not moving. I soon heard his mother retreating footsteps.
"Let me guess, you were about to fall asleep" He said, holding my chin up.
"That's a…a lie" I said and disengaged from him. He didn't say anything as he retreated but I soon heard his chuckle.
"Asshole" I whispered to myself, and turned to look at the balcony.
Two years ago I buried them, but I still smelt my mother's scent as I walked through the front door. I still saw her running around with the bowl of brownies and plates of pancakes setting the table for breakfast.
And I saw my dad and I playing Scrabble on the floor after our house cleanup.
Wait…Scrabble.
I think in Scrabble. He made it so difficult for my in Scrabble that I had ro read half the dictionary in a week. I just have to think.
Dad, you smart ass.
I quickly ran towards our game place, where we has different board games, chess, monopoly and so much more. I took out the box of Scrabble.
It seemed normal. Did I think wrong?
I emptied the box, but there was nothing. Where did you keep the recording, dad? I soon began giving up, until I saw a corner peeking out from the Scrabble drawer.
I took it out and saw a box, but it was coded. Okay, first thing was finding it. What's next? I stared at the box, it was a code that was in letters.
But what?
"Dorothy?" I heard Xavier's voice from downstairs and I quickly put the Scrabble back into it's position but taking the box and throwing it into my suitcase.
I don't know what else the recording had, but if it contained something else that made me require coming back here, I would a million times.
"Coming!" I yelled back and ran downstairs to meet Xavier in the kitchen.
"Your parents have left?" I asked, cleaning my sweaty palms on my dress.
"Yeah. Since this is our last night here, I want us to eat and relax. Maybe watch a movie" He said, looking at me and holding a glass of wine, his dad brought.
"Sure. Anything to take my mind off this" I said and sat on the counter.
"Great! I'll cook lunch" He said, turning to wear the apron.
"Who'd you think?" I asked and he let out a chuckle, but got cooking.
After an hour, he was done and I got glasses and plates, while he set the hotpot in the center of the room. I switched on the TV, and set it to a telenovela.
But it was a big mistake.
The movie was about this lady that was in love with her boss, but despite knowing he was married, she challenged him that he'll fall for her under a year.
What?
Xavier looked at me, smirking and raising his eyebrows. At least, one of us is enjoying the movie.
"I want to watch something else" I said as I took the remote to change the movie, but he took it from me.
"No. I like it, it's interesting. See, she loves him and knows he likes her too, but is acting restrainted just because he's married. Watch, you might learn one or two things" He said and I saw the amusement in his eyes.
"You know, I've come up with a nickname for you. Wanna hear it?" I asked him, smiling, this earned me a scowl and slitted eyes.
"Choose your words well" He said, everly slow.
"Asshole. How's that? Oh, I got another one, douchebag" I said, and I felt my eyes light up.
He just smiled and nodded his head, like he was accepting a challenge.
"You know…I remembered something. I Dave you a document one time to sign, you remember?" He asked me and I just furrowed my eyebrows.
"Yes, I remember. You didn't want me to read it" I said, staring at him squarely.
"Well, guess what? That was our marriage certificate. We are married legally, now you don't have to worry about sleeping with me" He said and let out a smile. I stared at him and I felt my blood drop.
"No. You must be joking right?" I asked him, but he just stood up and went to the kitchen with the empty hotpot.
"Xavier, I'm talking to you" I asked him again, following him this time.
Still no answer.
He dropped the hotpot and just turned to me, and made me sit on the island. His eyes, red, a sharp difference between his brown orbs.
"If I did, I would have bent you over this counter and fucked you senseless, but I didn't. You are tempting me, Dorothy. I honestly don't know how far my patience can be stretched" He said and claimed my lips.
His hand sliding underneath my dress and taking my bared nipple, as I was without a bra. I tried pushing him off, but he didn't budge.
"Xavier…stop" I said, after I pulled my lips from his, earning me a little cut, but it didn't last long ask he took them back in his.
His hands still playing with my nipples, when I felt one of them slid down to my thighs, and at this point I had forgotten everything about moral.
I was burning with desire, with need for the man to fill me up. I took my hands and wrapped it around his shoulders, and my legs wrapped around his waist as I straddled him.
I felt his erection, and I'm sure he felt my arousal too. I knew this was wrong, I knew I'd feel guilty after this but….I was burning with desire and I knew I was too far gone, when I started unknotting his joggers rope.
Maybe this would be my guilty pleasure..and now I understand why my dad said, ' DON'T START SOMETHING IF YOU KNOW IT ISN'T RIGHT, BECAUSE YOU MIGHT GET ADDICTED AND LOSE SIGHT OF THE RIGHT WAY'
Right now, I was sure I was sure I was getting addicted. But will I stop? Or have I lost sight of the right way?