Xavier FINAL(90)
“Yeah thanks.”
“Thanks?” He laughed as we pulled out of the parking lot.
“I would have got them. I’m really fine.”
“You owe me big. I almost kicked the little fucker’s ass in there who was laughing at me. Did I mention I hate kids?”
“Did you kiss her back?”
“No.”
“No, that’s all you’re going to say?”
“No I didn’t kiss her back.”
“So did she try to kiss you or did she kiss you?”
“She caught my cheek. That’s it. Be pissed all you want. Last night was pretty fucked up you know? I was sexually assaulted by two women.”
“Sexually assaulted?”
“Yep. You should be feeling sorry for me.”
“Pfft.”
“They kissed me. I wanted nothing to do with them. You, on the other hand, kissed Nickie like you--.”
“I was pissed at you!”
“Now that’s a shocker.” He reached over and grabbed my hand and I started to pull away. “I’m playing. We gonna keep going backwards or keep walking forward Irish?”
“Forward.”
“Good. So your family saw the pictures?”
“Yes and apparently they want me to come home.”
“You said no of course.”
“I said I’d come home for break.”
He didn’t say anything except, “Hmm.”
We pulled up to a building that looked exactly like all the others in the gated community. It was a little bigger and there were no signs of a neighbor.
“You’re home.” He said as he opened the door.
“How much is the rent?”
“It’s owned by Steel, you’re all good as long as you work for them.”
“Wrong answer. I want a number.”
“Okay nine and a half.” He grinned.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You in a better mood?”
“Why?”
“Well nine and a half inches in your mouth every day, that’ll take care of the rent.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Let’s go inside.”
He got out of the car and I sat and watched him. I swear he could ask anything of me, do anything to me, and I would let him. I was wide open to this man. My feelings for him were not rational. But I didn’t care. I was going to enjoy whatever time we had together and push away the fear of him hurting me like Daniel had.
I got out and he smiled and grabbed my hand. “You ready?”
“Yep.” I looked up at him and for a moment I was lost in his seemingly vulnerable smile.
“You forgot your girl things.”
“Oh, yeah about that. I really didn’t need them.”
“You’re kidding right?” His eyebrow shot up.
“You were hassling Cyrus and--.”
He grabbed me and bent me forward and swatted my ass.
“Ouch!”
“You deserve far worse.” He picked me up from behind and carried me to the front door.
He punched in the code on the digital lock and opened the door. “Four, seven, four, seven, four. Got it?”
“Not really.”
He walked in the door and kicked it shut and then set my feet on the floor.
“Irish. That’s the code. Four, seven, four, seven, four.”
He pointed to the left, “Coat closet.”
He opened the door and shrugged off his coat and hung it up. He held out his hand and I took my coat off and handed it to him.
I looked in as he hung my coat. All my shoes were inside. I kicked off my boots and so did he.