Chapter 8 A Web of Secrets and Desperation
CHAPTER 8
XAVIER'S POV
"There's no one that can take your place in my life" I could feel the confidence in her eyes and I couldn’t help it but admire the sense of urgency to spend quality time with Aurora.
"Are you certain about this?" I chuckled.
"I'm certain aside the son that my sister would give to us"
"That's really dark" I sighed; she felt no effect wanting her sister’s child.
"You've not seen what's darker; by the time her son is ripped off her she would have no other chance at life than to take her own life with her hands"
"It seems you have it all figured out" I was amused by Aurora’s candid hatred towards her sister.
"Can I have a word with you ma'am?" A young man approached us wearing a smile on his face.
"Who is he?"
"Hmm... I think he's one of my fans, let me take care of this" I was pissed, wondering what gave her the nerves to walk out on a lunch date to please her admirers.
"Here you go sir?" The Waitress returned with our orders, staring at Aurora; she was so engrossed in her career that she cared less about why we were here.
"Thank you," I scoffed as I downed the whole glass of whiskey, I looked over her shoulders,
"Can I have a pen and a tiny piece of paper to fit my words?"
"Here you go sir" She pulled it out seductively, wondering what she was thinking about, I wrote the words and placed it on her oak sauce.
"Meet me at the palace when you're done talking with your fan" the words on that paper felt weak to me, but that was what I had in mind in the first place. I stormed out of the building, glad that she drove her car to the eatery; it would save her the stress of looking for a taxi cab.
When I got home I was pissed, pissed about everything, I needed someone to vent my anger on, reminding myself of poor Allison, I chortled, wearing an evil smirk on my face I walked over to my room, changed my clothes, had a nice bath and headed down to the dungeon to punish my slave.
The thoughts of this made me horny, so I changed my mind as I walked through the doors of the cell.
What do we have here?" I uttered staring at Allison's beautiful curves as she lay sideways facing the wall.
"What are you doing here?" I knew she was scared, and I loved it that way, making her feel more like a slave who would succumb to her master anytime he wishes.
"Well I'm here to punish you for your crimes" I clicked my tongue, biting my lips in anticipation.
"What crimes did I exactly commit?" I cared less about her words and had my eyes fixed on her body, I wanted her body and nothing more.
"Strip you whore" getting tired of the conversation, I was in the mood to fuck and not to talk.
"You don't have to do this Xavier" I hated her words so I grabbed her legs, flipped her over, hitting my hand hard on her butt cheeks. I raised her hips high, I pulled off my robe, releasing my cock, ripping her clothes off was an epitome of glory and dominance. I plunged in my cock without hesitance and made her beg all through the hours I fucked her, after I revived from my climax I pushed her butt cheeks off my ass, she was exhausted.
"That's your punishment for being hesitant about my words” I scoffed,
"I hate you Xavier" She has tears in her eyes, I could feel the hate in her eyes and I loved every bit of it. Having hate for a person who you know can't do anything to salvage that hate.
"The feeling's mutual" I scoffed, loving the fact that I made her this vulnerable.
"Be prepared to give me a heir Allison" I placed my hands on her foot,
"I would never do that until you meet my demands," She growled, staring at me with anger, she tried hard to raise her upper body.
"What fucking demands?" I retorted,
"I need good food and good clothes or else you'll keep me here for fun and you would never get to hear the cries of a son"
Did she threaten me? How dare she utter these disrespectful words to me?
I stood up, staring at the shaky iron holdings of the bed, and Allison standing directly at me, she summoned up courage.
"Never speak to me in that tone again” I stomped her stomach, laughed at the fact that the bed turned on her.
I walked out of the dungeons, knowing that her words were true.
"Giving her good food would make her skin a bit more sexy and good clothes would make her attractive when I make love to her" I laughed at the thoughts of this.
"Where've you been all this time?" I was pissed that Aurora said those words to me
"How's your meeting with you admirer?" I gave her the same words she wanted to hear.
"You know that was nothing right, he's only a promoter for my spar" she uttered as she pulled off her clothes.
"How much is he willing to offer for the promotion?" I definitely knew that Aurora was after the money.
"Fifteen million dollars that would place me at the top spot and get me more exclusive guests" She giggled, shaking her legs vigorously.
"I would give you that money if you never see him again" I wanted her never to meet anyone again and definitely never to seek help from an outsider when she had me.
"I'm sorry but I can't agree with you on this." She disagreed with my words, what nerves?
"What makes you say this?" I was wondering what she was implying with her choice of words.
"Firstly you don't have the money, your company's at the verge of collapsing and secondly I can't wait for you to bounce back on your feet to make my dreams come true" She said these words without fear or remorse.
"Who told you this?" I totally concluded that Christian gave her the words, I approached her,
"Well I went through the records when you left them ajar while you were still sleeping" she divulged, I definitely remembered leaving those papers scattered.
"The next time I hear a word from your mouth about my company, I would kill you and blame it on your poor sister" I warned her with my hands around her neck, choking the life out of her lungs.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry Xavier"
"Don't you ever go through my work papers again, leave my room before you make me do something I'll regret" I fumed off, turning the cupboard upside down. I was furious, knowing that Aurora finds it hard keeping her mouth shut.
"I'm sorry Xavier" I picked up the flower vase and aimed it directly at her body; she got lucky that the door was in the best position to divert it.
How do I make Aurora never to speak a word about the nature of my company? How do I save myself from this shame that's getting close to me?