Xavier's girl

Xavier

I adjust my trousers, trying to conceal my dick that's trying to burst through my zipper. Fuck. I'm losing control. I couldn't get the picture of her standing half-naked out of my head. The lines are starting to blur, and I'm getting sloppy. I don't know what the fuck I was thinking of bringing her to New York, I shouldn't have forced her to come, but it's getting harder to stay away from her.

It's like a compulsion. Getting under her skin, igniting that temper, feeling her hot little breaths on my skin when I make her mad. It's an addiction. A sick, toxic addiction.

I tell myself that there's no harm in touching her, as long as I don't let it go any further than that, but even I know I'm playing a dangerous game. Being with her in a room is a slippery slope, and it's impossible to not want more.

She's changed, too. She's always been a good girl at her core, but the side of her she keeps locked up tight, the little spitfire that only I was able to catch glimpses of before, is clawing its way to the surface. And that stunt she just pulled? I didn't see that.....

When she walked in, wet, face free of makeup, I wanted to push up her towel, bend her over, and slide into her from behind. And when she dropped her towel, her long, her hair curving around her perky tits, they've gotten bigger, I almost did just that. It took the restraint of a thousand saints not to fuck her right then and there.

"What's all this about?" Jack asks from his place on the table, while I stand in front of the Projector that stretches across the wall of the billiard room, arms crossed over my chest. I was currently in a meeting with the head group in New York.

"I want answers. The trade wasn't supposed to happen... Someone's fucking explain. Was it either one of you?" They shake their heads.

"I told you, man. It wasn't me. My money's on Tyler. He's was very excited about the deal," Jack says, It's true. Tyler was the one that brought the deal to the table. Tyler doesn't play nice with others, he never talks to the team before he does something. Being with us offered a certain amount of power.

"It's just mean we'll have to close our stock for a while. It will cost us, but we have no choice," Jack says dismissively.

I rake a hand through my hair, nodding. It makes sense, but this will affect us. Make a mark on the account, we might have to let some people go.

"What's up with you? You suddenly give a shit again?" This comes from Christian. I can't say I blame him, I haven't been invested in how the company was doing for a well.

Before I can answer, Vanessa clears her throat, standing in the doorway. Her hair falls over one shoulder, she was still in the same outfit. I could have let her go to the hotel to change but I was a dick about it making her come with me to the office.

"Amelia is getting cranky, she needs a change and a nap. To be honest I need a nap too" she folds her arm across her chest pushing her breast higher.

"I'll be done in a second," I tell her, I've had her waiting for almost an hour. I could see that she was exhausted, by the time we landed it was early in the morning. She didn't sleep on the plane, Amelia didn't sleep either.

"Okay," she said unsure, looking around the room. She fidgets for a second before closing the door.

"I see you for your self a new nanny," Jake snickers

"What happened to the hot one?" he was talking about Cara,

"None of your business," I say bluntly, I didn't share what was going on in my life with them.

"Did she get too clingy?" He laughs

"Or was she failing at her other job," he raised a brow earning a chuckle from the others.

"Shut the fuck up," I warn him, Cara was good at her job. She knows how to take care of a baby.

"Vanessa isn't a nanny, she's Amelia mother," I tell them

"No fucking way!" Christian sits up with his mouth opens, eyes wide in shock.

"Damn, I didn't expect her to be that hot." Jake shakes his head

"Are you too like happening?" he asked almost too curious.

I didn't like that, I don't need anyone trying to talk to her. I don't need her to get distracted with some man, all her attention needs to be on Amelia and me. Nothing else.

"She's mine, no one talk to her. Don't even look at her. If I catch any of you fuckers trying, I'll beat the shit out of you." I grab my briefcase from the table, heading out.

"Mr Knight, the meeting at lunch as been moved to 5 pm" I was greeted by a high pitch voice as soon as I was out of the conference room.

"Also the investors from Japan request a meeting with you," the person continued following me.

I stopped walking looking down at the annoying voice. It was a woman, a very small woman. She had thick glasses and curly hair covered half her face.

"Who are you?" I asked confused, I don't remember her face.

"I was assigned to by Mr Soo, to help with your schedule." She smiled, showing me her white perfect teeth.

Of course, Alan would do something like this without telling me or asking me first.

"I don't need your help," I tell her short, continuing walking.

"He said you would say that,"

I could still hear her heels clicking on the floor behind me after a few seconds. I was heading to the lift where I spot Vanessa holding Amelia. Her bag, on the other hand, struggling.

"Your car is waiting to take you to your apartment," I heard behind me.

"Do you need help," I asked Vanessa, ignoring the lady behind me.

"Yes, take the bag." Vanessa shoves the bag into my stomach making me groan weakly.

"Nice to meet you Ma, I am June" the woman introduced herself to Vanessa

"You too, I'm Vanessa." she shakes her hands looking at me confused

"I'll meet you back here Sir," she nods at me when the lifts come.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I rake my hands through my wet hair, I was in the kitchen island looking through my notes for the meeting I had. I changed out of my suit into my comfortable clothes. It was only 3 in the afternoon and the sun had gone down, the apartment was lighted by the electric fireplace.

"She's finally asleep," I hear a soft voice coming towards me.

I glanced up at Vanessa, unlike me she was still in the clothes she had on in LA. But it had some wet stains, her hair in a messy high bun.

"What, do I have vomit on my face." She asked touching her face, I keep looking at her not answering. I didn't know how I expected to her being here, it certainly not this warm comfortable feeling. I hated her, I hated that she left me. I wanted to hurt her the way she did me, make her feel what I felt.

I don't know what the fuck I'm thinking. Vanessa has a way of getting inside my head and making me want things I know I can't have. A family, a normal life. Things I don't deserve. The more time I spend with her, the more conflicted I feel. My misery doesn't just want company. It wants Vanessa. And for some fucked-up reason, she wants me, too.

She thinks I don't care about her. She thinks I like to fuck with her body, her mind, and her emotions for the fun of it. What she doesn't know is I'm fighting myself every goddamn day. Guilt for wanting her as I do. Guilt for making her run. Guilt for finding some fucking happiness in her when I deserve to be miserable. I'm drawn to her for the same reason I hate her.

She makes me feel. I want to be so far inside her that we both forgot about our families, our tragedies, our fucked-up lives, and everything that's keeping us apart.

"I think I'm gonna leave now, I require a bath" her voice fills the room.

"Stay." I surprise myself saying,

"What?" She breaths out

"You can stay here," I get up

"Have your shower here," I continue taking small steps towards her "sleep here."

"I don't want to intrude," she was looking at with fear in her eyes with each step I took towards her.

"I want you to stay," To say it backfired would be putting it mildly. If I knew what happened would happen I wouldn't have dared tell her to stay.. I wouldn't have had the thought to ask her to stay.