by Xyla Turner
“She don’t sound like she is savvy enough for Matt.” He said with a big brother concerned voice.
After a taste of the mash potatoes, I made a humming noise.
“I don’t know. People have underestimated her, but she whips those kids into shape. I’ll say give it a little time. She don’t seem like much, but I’m telling you. In my gut, she’s just right.”
He smirked, “Well, I trust your gut.”
What?
“Do you Xavier?” I asked, since it was the perfect segway into our conversation.
“Yeah.” He furrowed his brows and took another bite.
Tell him now!
“Okay,” I put my napkin on the table, stood up and went into the living room to get my bag. Pulling out my folder that Tee gave me, I turned to see he was right on my heels. Holding up the folder, I asked, “Is there anything you need to tell me?”
He stared at me, but did not speak.
“So, you have nothing to say, Xavier?”
He started walking towards me, but I move around the couch away from him. His face was wiped clean of emotion and I had known him long enough to know, that meant he was mad. He stopped, when he saw me retreating.
“I would never hurt you.” he uttered.
“I know, but we need to have this conversation like adults. No touching, caressing, nothing. Now, do you have something to tell me?”
He ran his hands over his head and said, “I knew there was something wrong? What do you have?”
“Xavier, it’s not what do I have. It’s what do you have to tell me. You need to make a choice, because I’m ready to walk. And I mean walk now.”
His body went stark still as he stared at me, but he wasn’t with me, he was elsewhere.
“Xavier.” I shook the paper, trying to get him to come back.
His eyes blinked, then he focused on me. “You’re leaving?”
“You don’t make a choice? The right choice. I am.” I shook my head. “You got to figure out what you want.”
“You’re right, baby girl.” He tore his tie from his neck. “There are things you don’t know, but I will tell you this. I don’t have to figure out what I want. I’ve always made that clear. I just want you.”
“Well, then you’re going to have to make a choice Xavier. I can’t live my life like this. Not knowing if I can trust your word about something. That’s no way to live. That’s no way for a relationship to thrive.”
He blew out a sharp breath and said, “You don’t fucking get it. If I’m not telling you something, it’s for your own damn protection. It’s so in the worst case scenario, it will not impact you.”
“That’s the thing, Xavier,” I flung my hand out. “Some of your lies can impact me and everything I’ve worked hard for. I will not let you or anyone take that away!” I raised my voice.
“What are you referring to?” He narrowed his eyes, assessing me. “I’d never let that happen.”
“Your lies is what I’m referring to. What you’re not telling me. What you feel you are doing is protecting me. I’m not a child, Xavier. I’m a grown fucking woman and I can handle myself. Okay?” I exhaled. “I do not need to be coddled or handled. Tell me now. Decide now.”
“I’ve already decided.” He simply replied.
“Well.”
“I want you, but I’m not telling you anything that will put you in danger. That’s final.”
“Well, looks like we’re going to have a problem.” I put the folder back in my bag and when I looked up, Xavier was in the air like a damn cat, landing right next to me and pushing me against the wall.
“Can we just talk for a minute?” He whispered against my lips. “Please.”
Turning my head, I said, “Unless you tell me what the hell is going on, there is no talking. There’s nothing Xavier. I can’t keep doing this.”
Placing both of my hands on his chest, I pushed back. He didn’t budge, simply gripped me tighter.
“Listen to me, baby.” he nuzzled the side of my face. “Just listen to me for a minute. I can’t lose you. Okay. I’m trying to protect you.”
“Bullshit.”
He reared his head back, “What’s bullshit. I’d give my life to protect you. That’s not bullshit. I’d do anything to protect you.”
“Really and how far are you willing to go to do that, Xavier?” I asked. “Huh.”
He stared at me, then repeated, “I’d give my life to protect you.”
I exhaled. “Where is Kevin? What did you do to him?”
He blinked, then turned away.
“No, Xavier. You answer me. How many companies do you have, huh? How many dirty business men are you in cahoots with? How much money have you donated to my school?” I started to hit him on the chest. “You tell me. What did you do to Mark?” I was crying and screaming. “You son of a bitch. What have you done?”
“What I had to do.” Was his only response.
Before I could even think about it, my hand slapped his face. Xavier froze and slowly turned his head towards me. I knew as soon as my hand connected with his face I shouldn’t have hit him, but I stared back at him with nothing but defiance in my face.
“You’re leaving me,” he growled. “Fine, but you’re going to give me one night.”
“Just tell me the truth.”
“One night,” he kept talking like I hadn’t said anything. “One last night. Then you can go. Be free of me. But our last time, is mine.”
“Just tell me the truth!” I exclaimed.
He quickly leaned into me, grabbed me by my thighs and picked me up, so I was wrapped around him. He walked us to the bedroom, where there was a Magic Wand on the bed and in the corner a black leather covered high stool.
“Xavier?” I said, not really sure what he had planned.
He dropped me down on the bed and unbuckled my shirt, then my pants. Then he unclasped my bra from the front, slowly pulled it off my shoulders and let it fall on the bed. He undressed himself and sat on the bed and stared off into space.
Lying there naked on the bed in my panties, he suddenly grabbed me so I was sitting on his lap.
“Baby-girl,” He moaned in my neck.
God, this man could light a fire in me. He rubbed my belly, then he said, “All mine. Everything,” He kissed my earlobe, then bit it. “Mine.”
Leaning my head back on his shoulder, he grabbed my nipple and started to twist. A yelp escaped my mouth, at the sudden pressure on my sensitive buds. He knew they were, but he wanted me hot. He turned me over, so my back was on the bed, and then he pulled my panties off, grabbed the Magic Wand commanded, “Open for me,”
I had a vibrator, but it was not the Magic Wand. It was the little handheld purple massager with a small about of power. That was about as much as I could handle. That Magic Wand was no joke.
Slowly, I spread my legs for him as he placed it right in the cleft of my aching clit.
“Relax, baby. I got you. You’re going to be a good girl and take this until you come all over my fingers, okay? Then I’m going to fuck you on that stool.”
A moan escaped my lips as I licked them and nodded my head.
“Words.”
“Yes.”
He kissed the inside of each of my thighs, then turned the machine on. I nearly jumped off the bed, but Xavier held me down and concentrated right above my clit. The power was so intense. My breast were heavy, my nipples erect, I was soaked and my body was lit up like lightening has just me. I could even feel the strands in my hair come alive. It felt so good.
“Xavierrrr,” I moaned his name, while trying to close my legs. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”
“Come baby, come for daddy.”
That was it.
I came and I came hard as my entire body shook with the force and I kept coming as the Magic Wand’s vibrations did not cease. Orgasm, after orgasm. The sheets were balled up in my fist, my body was rocking on and off the bed and when he finally clicked the off button, and I fell
back like I was just electrocuted. Aftershocks running through me.
“God, you are so beautiful when you come for me.” Were the last words I heard, until he lapped up my cream from my clit to my tighter hole. It was everywhere, as I had a multi-orgasmic event. I needed to get one of those things. Once he finished, he grabbed my arm and holstered me up to a seated position.
“Sit on this stool. Only your thighs should be on the leather.”
It was a scoop stool, made for a round ass, which mine was. He helped me up and walked me to the stool. While I tried to maneuver on it and obey his instructions, he undressed and was standing before me with his long cock on display. I licked my lips in anticipation of what I planned to do to him when he finished. If I was able to do it.
Xavier walked behind me and patted my ass, then said, “Move back and bend down.”
I obeyed him, then I felt a sting on my ass because he smacked it. I moaned and poked it out some more. His hand caressed my bottom as he trailed light kisses down my spine.
“Love you so much.” He kissed one of my ribs. “Won’t lose you Xena.” Xavier slid his hard cock inside of my tight, restricted by my seated position pussy. “Fuck,” he groaned. “So, tight.”
“Oh my God.”
He pushed in and out until he was balls deep and stretching me out. His cock felt so good, I was losing my mind as I put my hands flat on the wall in front of me. Xavier tilted my ass higher and he moved in more fluidly.
“Goddamn, baby.” He held my hips in place.
“Xavier,” I purred as I felt my walls clench.
He slapped my ass upwards and I pushed back for more. “Yes, yes.”
My ass stung again, as his hand connected in the same spot. Hit other hand was squeezing my right hip as he drove faster into me.
“Fuck.” He roared and pulled out. “On your knees.”
“Yes,” I almost fell off that stool, trying to get to my knees. Crawling to him, I grabbed his cock over his hand and put it in my mouth. He let go and gripped my hair as I started to bob my head and hand in rhythm of his impending release. I wanted him in my mouth. I was so wet as he held my head and started to fuck my mouth.
“So goddamn beautiful.” He groaned, “All I ever wanted.”
Then he came hard in my mouth. I pushed my head forward to catch all of it, because I knew he liked that. I loved doing this for him. Xavier always made sure I came, it was the least I could do.
“Damn,” he said as he fell back on the bed.
I climbed over him to move the vibrator, but he grabbed my thighs and placed my center right over his mouth.
“Take it, baby.” He said, right before he pulled me down on him and he started to suck on my clit.
He felt so damn good, I leaned down and started to ride his face until I felt it coming. As my release trickled down my spine, he put his index finger near my tighter hole and rimmed it. I rode faster, as the tingling feeling begin to come.
“I’m coming,” I breathed.
He inserted the top of his finger inside of me and I erupted all over his face with frantic movements that I could not control. Intense was the only word I could come up with for the evening. Everything was on another level and neither was the level we both wanted. It wasn’t clear what Xavier was talking about, but it was clear for me.
This was our last time.
Chapter 11: Xavier
She said she was leaving me and I was in the kitchen cooking us breakfast. My mind was not fully able to deal with everything she was saying last night. She knew I wasn’t being completely truthful, Matthew covered for me and she was leaving. Something was up and I knew it was outside of what she, her and Matt was concerned. I wondered if there was something with the school or her practice. She seemed awfully certain that I was not telling the truth, like she already had the proof.
The folder.
I put the bacon in the over, waffles in the toaster and beat the eggs as I went to her purse. She had all manner of shit in there, but the folder was right on top. Setting the eggs down, I opened it to see the same pictures I have of her that was sent by Gavin. Some pictures of me in different situations. Then I read an email addressed to her with the same pictures, the fucking article about Kevin and a FBI report with businesses under investigations including some of mine.
What the fuck?
I grabbed my phone and dialed Lee. He answered on the third ring, “Get up here.”
Hanging up, I took the eggs to the stove and started scrambling them.
“Boss?”
“In the kitchen, keep it down. Xena’s sleep.”
He came in and I pointed to the counter. The husky man picked it up and said, “You have more.”
“No, they were sent to Xena.”
“Fuck,” he exhaled.
“Fuck, is right.” I continued to turn the eggs. “I have no idea how he’s contacted her or even if she knows who this is.”
“She gave this to you?”
“No, it was in her purse.” I thought about her ultimatum and shook my head. “She was testing me the entire time.”
“Huh?” Lee asked.
“Nothing,” I kept turning the eggs.
Fuck.
“I’ll get Dunn on it and I’ve recruited a couple of legit PI’s to find Gavin as well.”
“Anyone, I know.”
“You might. He’s from the south, everyone calls him Tee.”
“No.” I filed through my memory bank. “It’s not ringing a bell.”
“He’s really good. Just busted a case wide open in Freeport a few weeks ago.”
“Fine, just get it done. I need to nip this, before it gets out of hand. He doesn’t get near her, you hear me. Tell Jackson that is nonnegotiable.”
“Done.”
He left, as I took the scrambled eggs off the stove and put them on a plate. I removed the waffles from the toaster, took the bacon out of the oven and shut everything off. Once I prepared her plate and put it on a tray with condiments and iced coffee, I brought it to the room, where she was bending over, fully dressed and putting some of her stuff in her suitcase she bought over a few weeks ago.
She was leaving.
Placing the tray down on the table, her neck twisted towards me, then she said, “Oh, you shouldn’t have.”
“I see.” I murmured.
She stood and fully turned, “We discussed this. You said one more night. That happened and now it’s time for me to go.”
Now was not the time to lose my shit. I had to remain calm with her especially. She was like a rabbit and if I even acted like I was going off the deep end that would seal my coffin. I had a good min to take her and move out of the country to make sure she was safe. We could travel the world and she’d bear my children and carry my name. If it came to that, that’s what I was willing to do.
“Can we just eat breakfast?” I motioned. “It’s your favorite.”
“I have to go.” She zipped her bag and pulled it off the bed.
As she walked towards me, she looked at the tray, then said, “You went in my bag?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“This is the same guy who was stalking you. He’s the same guy that is loose right now and the same guy I’m hunting.”
She smirked, then said, “So you say.”
“No, this is the truth Xena.”
“Xavier, this is what I’m talking about. I don’t believe half the shit you say out of your mouth. There are pictures of you with Tay Connors. What the fuck are you doing with him? He’s a known criminal and underground gambling extraordinaire.”
“I’m well aware of who Tay Connors is, but this wasn’t a social call. I was warning him off for a friend. He had a young business owner, near LIU, dad for some money and kept hassling him to play. He got in too deep and Tay was trying to use muscle to get him to sit for him. The friend is doing big things and didn’t need that shit, so I had a conversation. This is deceiving. He’s trying to turn you against me.
Don’t you see that?”
“Is that not you with a bat, vandalizing somebody’s apartment up?”
“Yeah, that’s me. Vandalizing his Gavin’s apartment up. When he comes back to straighten it up, I’ll do that shit again.”
“Xavier,” I breathed.
“No, Xavier. You need to get this shit. I will not let anyone, Xena and I mean any fucking body mess with what we have. He’s inadvertently threatened you, contacting you, fucking stalking you, trying to turn you against me and then sends you these emails, threatening me and telling you lies about me and twisting the truth. He knows. You’re my weakness, my kryptonite. You hold the goddamn power. He fucks with you, he’s damn sure fucking with me. He knows that shit. I’m not sure why, but I do plan to find out. It’s a game, baby and I don’t play when it comes to you. The fucked up part is that you believe him.”
She shook her head, then whispered, “I have no choice. You sat and said nothing. I asked. I’ve given you ample opportunity, yet you’ve said nothing. Now you want to share based off information that was given to me.”
She started walking towards the door, grabbed the envelope off the tray and continued, “I can’t do it. Now you are either going to let me go peacefully.” She stood in front of me with resolute eyes. “Or I’ll go kicking and screaming bloody murder.”
“Can you just trust me, Xena? Trust that I’ve got your back. That I’ll take care of you no matter what. That I love you? Can you trust that?”
“I can’t risk my future based of half-truths.” She shook her head.
“Well, I got some work to do so that you do.” I said more to myself than to her.
We squared off for a minute, then I moved out of the way. This was not one of those moments I could kiss her and it would go away. She would really slap me and pull whatever was in her arsenal and that wasn’t us. We could be rough, but it was all consensual. I loved her, plain and simple. I wanted to make her happy and I had not been doing that lately.
Knowing I had not been the most upfront with her about various things was one thing, but what Matthew said about my methods were starting to make sense. My own woman didn't trust me? Didn't trust me to take care of her or didn't trust me to tell the truth? I wondered if she suspected I was cheating on her.