The Chase I (Double XX Book 1)

by Xyla Turner

  “It’s not going anywhere.” I smiled, referring to the food.

  She laughed, “I know, I guess I’m nervous.”

  “Why?”

  “Isn’t it obvious?”

  “What our talk?”

  “Yes, our talk.”

  “So, do you want to start?”

  “Not really, you can start.”

  “Okay.” I put my fork down, sat my napkin on the table and placed my hands face down on the table.

  “Xena, when we met at the Gala, I was so taken back by you. I’m not even sure what it was exactly, but I felt summoned to you, which resulted in me being very possessive of you. It didn’t help that you received that very deserving award and it didn’t help that you secretly liked the way I was making you feel. Then you ignited for me and I was a goner. You’ve been running from me ever since the Gala and on some level, I like the chase. I like knowing that when I finally catch you, you’ll light up like a Christmas tree just for me. It’s a game we’ve been playing and I see that it can become very toxic. I did not like you leaving without saying a word. I get now you were upset about the text and violation of your privacy, but what you don’t get is that I do not share. I will not share. You either belong to me and only me or you don’t. You left and went out of the country without informing me of anything. I didn’t know where to find you, your phone was off, and you vanished without any regard for me. That is unacceptable. I will not tolerate that and you have a decision to make. You will either do this with me all the way or no way. I told you before, I do not give many options or compromises, but I see now this is a deal breaker. I want you so bad, but I will not continue put up with this sort of behavior.”

  She looked like someone had just slapped her. Xena jumped from the table, almost knocking the chair over and glared at me.

  “Of all the ridiculous, egocentric things you could say, this is what you say to me?” she spoke through her teeth.

  “I have been torn up about this, literally messed up. Not just the past two weeks, but even during the first week and you come to give me ultimatums. No Xavier, that is just not going to work.

  Her arms were at her sides with her fists clenched, like she was ready for battle. All I could hear, was Matthew in my head, “that’s not love.”

  “Well,” I cleared my throat, “I guess this is goodbye then.”

  I said with more strength than I felt I possessed. A big tear dropped from her left eye as she continued to glare at me, until both of her eyes watered over. Before any more tears could fall, she picked up her purse and walked away from me.

  “Goodbye, Xavier,” her voice broke.

  In over 40 years of life, I have never felt the heart break that many write and sing about. I used to think I was lucky or immune to feelings like this, but right now in that moment, my heart actually felt broken. So, if this brokenness was not love, then why did I feel like my heart was just ripped out of my chest?

  16 MAKING UP

  Xena:

  How I made it home to my apartment that night was beyond me. The details are all a blur, as I do not really remember even getting into the car or the elevator. All I remember was crying in bed all night. I stayed in bed for 3 days, before someone knocked on the door. My sister, Karen, and nephew, Taylor, had driven from New Jersey, she figured since my phone was off, something must have happened. My sobbing did not stop even after they arrived, to the point where my four year old nephew climbed in bed to rub my back, cooing, “Don’t cwry Auntie Xena. It’s all wight.”

  My sobs turned into a watery laugh, but not for long. They stayed for a couple of days and even managed to get me to eat. Many cartoons were watched, as well as a few long walks. Sunday rolled around and I did not feel like going to the Community Center to face anyone, but most of all, I did not want to face Mark or Kevin because now my drama hit him, so he probably did not want anything to do with that. Swearing off men, started to sound better every day.

  On some level, I knew what I needed to do, but I just had too much pride to do it. I played a huge part in this dysfunction and I feared my sister was more right than I wanted to admit. This mantra of wanting a real relationship and a real man, but I was screwing Kevin, thus preventing me from being attached to anyone or easily giving them up because Kevin would always be there. Then comes Xavier, who is equally as ridiculous as me and that is why we fit and drive each other mad. Just like the movie, Silver Lining Playbook, without the mental illness aspect. Nothing a little consistent therapy could not solve.

  Although, this revelation hit me square in the eyes, I was not ready to do anything about it just yet, and I was secretly hoping he would reach out first. Still playing my stupid games that would end with me being an old cat lady. Especially since he was the one that dumped me and the likelihood of Xavier chasing me was slim-to-none.

  Another week went by and after rehearsing in my mind the worst thing he could say, I convinced myself I could take it; then, I decided to put on my big girl panties and do the damn thing. In preparation for my demise, I pampered myself first, by getting red highlights in my hair, a manicure, pedicure and vaginal trim. Slipping on my blue, one-shoulder wrap dress, with white sandals, some make-up, and my white clutch, I took the UBER to his office building. XAND executive offices were located on the top floor and for some reason, I had an inkling that he owned this building as well.

  Although my walk, looked full of confidence, my knees were shaking by the time I reached the concierge. The lie about me having an appointment with Mr. Andrews did not make my anxiety any better because they called up to verify. This would be the test. If he allowed me up or turned me away. The concierge put the receiver down and pointed to the elevators that would take me to his office. Well, that was good news. He wanted to see me or wanted to see me grovel.

  The elevator dinged when it reached the top floor and I could feel the knot in my gut as the doors slowly opened. However, when they fully opened, a tall man greeted me, but it was not Xavier. He resembled him a little, as they had the same bone structure, but Xavier was huskier. This guy was his own brand of hotness and knew it too. He gave me the smirk and I figured, this was his brother Matthew, the other Mr. Andrews. He stood with his feet shoulder length apart, while looking me up and down appreciatively.

  “Hmm, you must be Xena,” he smiled, “My brother sure knows how to pick them.”

  “You must be Matthew,” I replied with a smile.

  “Call me Matt,” he grinned.

  “Matt, is Xavier here?”

  “Uh, no, he’s not available right now, but I did want to ask you something?”

  What does that mean, he’s not available? He does not want to see me or he is in a meeting? I began to run through a list of all the reasons he may not be available.

  “Yes,” I asked attempting to sound undeterred.

  He raised an eyebrow at me, “So, are you here to rip out his heart again because if you are, you can take your sexy ass back on the elevator and leave him alone. I won’t let you do that to him again. He was heart-broken for two fuckin’ weeks when you completely cut him off and then you come back, I see him, he looks great and then you break his heart again. That’s not fucking love. I don’t care how smart and caring you are, what kind of twisted shit is in your head, woman?”

  I stepped back at his verbal assault. My face was suddenly hot, like he had just slapped me. I almost stepped forward to slap him back. Apparently he was waiting for my answer to his idiotic question.

  I lift my index finger up, “First of all, who the fuck do you think you are talking to? You do not know me from shit and I do not appreciate your fucking tone and especially since you don’t have all the facts.”

  My middle finger joined the index as I take a step towards him. “Second of all, how dare you interfere in our relationship, play-boy? What the fuck do you know about love? You would not know what love looked like if it was staring you in the face.

  The ring finger joined the others as I take anot
her step towards him. Matthew was starting to look a little nervous, but I did not care as my voice became louder, “Thirdly, I didn’t break his heart twice, asshole. He gave me an ultimatum and dumped me. I came to get him back because I am, in fact, falling in love with him. So, thank you very much.”

  By the time I finished my count down, I was in his face, standing on my tip toes and leaning forward as he was leaned back. He held up his hands in surrender, “Whoa, street fighter, calm down.”

  There was a loud giggle, causing Matt and I to turn around. My eyes were not prepared for what I saw because I would have kept my ass home. Xavier was down the hall, staring at both of us with scrunched eyebrows, while a blond hair woman was running her hand up his chest and BITING his ear.

  Matthew mumbled, “Oh, shit.”

  Stumbling back because I had to get out of there, I almost tripped. Matt caught me, holding me close to him. I grabbed on to his shirt to keep my balance, then pushed away. My legs started to move towards the elevator, but Xavier was on the move. In a desperate attempt to get out of there, I started to run and thank God for Matt because he grabbed Xavier, while the doors closed. The last thing I heard was Matt telling Xavier, “Let her go man, you don’t want to do this here.”

  ****

  Now this, I had not rehearsed or anticipated. As I approached the lobby, my pace increased because I could not remain in that building. It was officially over and now I had nothing left. My mind was fuzzy, as I was not thinking clearly. What was clear, was that I had to escape, get to the subway station and cry myself to sleep for another night. Quickly walking towards the subway station, located right around the corner from his building, I made it down two steps, before someone grabbed my arm. My entire body was being turned as I felt the railing against my lower back. I looked up to see my assailant, and before me stood Xavier with wild eyes and a firm grip on my waist.

  “That was not what you think,” he said breathlessly.

  “Its fine, Xavier, you’ve moved on and so have I,” I lied.

  He glared at me, “So, if you moved on, then, what are you doing here?”

  Sighing, I was sick of lying in some immature attempt to save face. I was simply tired, so I told him the truth, “trying to win you back.”

  Out of my peripheral vision, I saw someone running towards us. We both turned to see Matt coming to a halt, when he saw us. Grinning from ear to ear, he said, “I just wanted to make sure you guys weren’t killing each other.”

  Xavier and I both glared at him. Matt lifted his hands up and took a few steps back. “Just doing my brotherly duty.”

  Xavier looked back to me and asked, “You love me?”

  “I’m falling in love.” I exclaim, while lowering my eyes.

  Lifting my chin, he looked into my eyes, searching intently, “You know I love you, right? You’re my whole world.”

  Tears came to my eyes, “Don’t say that to make me feel better.”

  He continued to search my face like he did many times before and said, “I’ve been looking for that look that I know I show you. The one that says I’m gone for you and how my whole world revolves around you. I’ve been looking for that look from you, searching and praying that you could feel a fraction of how I feel about you. You’re like a drug to me. I ache for you. I need you. I want you all the time. I get crazy when I don’t have you. How can you not see that baby girl?”

  The tears dropped from my eyes faster now. There was no point in wiping them because it honestly felt like a cleansing was taking place. Just he and I in our own little world. I wrapped my arms around his neck and asked, “Do you see it now?”

  “I saw it then,” he said, then kissed me like a man starved. In return, I ravished his lips, but gave him complete control. He picked me up so my legs wrapped around his waist and brought me to the park bench, while he continued kissing me like we were not in public and I was not straddling him.

  “Nothing to see here, folks. Just two lovers making up. Keep it moving.” Matthew shouted to people as they walked past

  Xavier and I stopped mauling each other to burst out laughing as we saw Matthew shooing the crowd along that had stopped to gawk at us. Some pulled out phones and others were just nodding their heads in approval.

  My forehead rested on his, as I smiled against his lips. Then, I asked, “So, who was the blond?”

  “An old associate who wanted to be more.”

  “I see…” My voice trailed off.

  “Don’t worry about that one Xena, X made it clear when he told her and I quote, ‘not to ever fucking step foot in his building again in life because if she fucked up his last chance with his woman, she’d regret it the rest of her life’ unquote.” Matt laughed.

  “She high-tailed it out of there.” Matt continued.

  Turning back towards Xavier, I noticed he did not look apologetic at all. “So, you do threaten to ruin people’s lives.”

  Xavier kept his face blank, but Matt chimed in, “If it stands in our way of getting what we want, it’s not a threat, it’s a fucking promise.”

  This was quite unsettling, but on some level I understood. I was the same, not in a lethal way, but the bull dozer, move bitch, get out the way – Ludacris way. Apparently, this is what makes successful people get to where they are, but how does that look in a relationship? I guess, I was about to find out.

  My lips touched Xavier’s, as he grabbed my head to still me. “I love you so much and I know this doesn’t make you happy, but I would fuckin’ annihilate anyone who would stand between us. I need you to get that, baby. I won’t just threaten, I will do it.”

  “I get it.”

  His eyes shined with excitement as he brought my face down, so he could ravish my mouth with his. Then he stopped and whispered, “I want you to ride my face until you pass out, baby.”

  I felt that tingle in my core and moaned.

  “Then, I want to fuck you until neither of us can walk,” he smirked, “you like that, baby girl?”

  “Yes,” I purred.

  “That’s my good girl.”

  “Well,” I paused, “I have been a little naughty. I might need a spanking as well.”

  Matthew cleared his throat, adjusted his pants and said, “Well, it seems like my job here is done.” Then he looked at me with a raised eyebrow, “You really are a wildcat, street fighter. Looking forward to sparring with you.”

  He turned and walked away from us, while we laughed out loud at his ridiculousness. “He likes you,” Xavier noted.

  “Well, I’m not sure about that. I let him have it before I saw that blond biting your ear.”

  “Yeah, I heard you read him his rights. That’s what he gets. I told him, I would be the only one to reprimand you.”

  “Reprimand me? Here you go with this shit.”

  “And you love it. You like when I take the reins and tell you what to do. Don’t you?” he pushed his bulge into my center.

  “Yes.”

  “I know baby girl and I love that you do. Makes me so fuckin’ hard.”

  I moan.

  “You miss me didn’t you?” he asked.

  “Yes. Very much.”

  “I missed you, too. Every part of you. Your laugh, your smile, your quick wit, and that sexy ass body.”

  “Hmm,” I ponder, “I missed your voice, your commands and demands, your handling of my body, doing what you want, fucking me how you want and making me like it, making me your baby girl and you, my Daddy.”

  He groaned and rotated his crouch into my core again.

  “Fuucckk,” he groaned, “baby, I’m your Daddy?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  “Taxi,” Xavier shouted, while raising his hand.

  17 YES, DADDY

  Xavier:

  We could not get home fast enough. She just declared that she was going to give me what I needed, which made me wonder if she knew that. I would need to verify that she knows what that
means. Something seemed to settle in her as I could not see all the conflicting emotions anymore. This was good because that meant no more running, or so I hoped.

  We waved to Deek on our way in, then Xena sheepishly smiled at him and he winked back at her. If the man was not happily married and devoted to his wife of 30 years, I might have felt some type of way. I turned her in the elevator, caged her to the wall and said, “Say it again.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” she purred.

  My dick was so hard. Goddamn, she knew exactly how to undo me.

  My sexual taste were not as complex as other, but I had wanted her to think of me that way since I first saw her at the bar. This sense of possession took over me and I knew I wanted her to be mine. I want to own every piece of that woman, including her silent moans and whispers of my name for heaven’s sake, her calling me daddy. Her father was her father, but I wanted to be her daddy in the sense that I would keep her safe, protect her, and provide for her. That sense of security because her father wasn’t her daddy anymore. He had done his job, but now, it is my turn. He was the first man she loved and I wanted to be the last.

  When the elevator dinged, I picked her up and carried her to my room. Placing her gently on the bed, all of sudden, I did not know where to begin. She lay there writhing like the vixen she was, rubbing her legs together and licking her lips. Yes, that’s what I wanted, her mouth on my dick.

  Unzipping my pants, I pulled them down along with my briefs, allowing my dick to spring upward. I stepped out of my shoes and started to unbutton my shirt. She turned on the bed, so she was on her knees and crawled to me. My hard dick expanded. God. She was irresistible. She unbuttoned the next one on my shirt, then kissed my chest after every button, until she reached the end, where she kissed my hard erection. Her body twisted, so she could climb off the bed, where she knelt in front of me.