You Speak Too Much, Doll
A blinding pounding headache woke Elaine up the morning after the whole night of passion. With a groan, she pried her eyes open, her gaze falling on the unfamiliar high ceiling over her head. Immediately taking in her surroundings, she sat up on the bed, eyes darting around the room in confusion.
It was an unfamiliar room, one she hadn’t been in before, a stark contrast to her room back at the Rock mansion. Her gaze flitted across the room, coming to a stop at the sight of the floor-to-ceiling windows that revealed the city’s beauty and morning glow. It was a high building.
The furnishing of the room was way out of ‘regular.’ Plush velvet sofas, hand-crafted mahogany tables, rich gray paintings, and crystal chandeliers that bathed the room in a mesmerizing glow. The room screamed luxury.
Holding her head in place from the blinding headache that threatened to take her life, the memories of the previous night came flooding into her head like a wave.
“God damn it,” she cursed under her breath. Why’d she done that last night? She’d literally thrown herself at a man, brought herself down, and for sex like a banshee in heat. It was a stain on her reputation, a stain on her pride. What would people say when they hear that the dashing, independent Elaine Rock threw herself at a man? Shamelessly, might she add.
As she stood up slowly from the bed, a groan escaped her lips from the pain that traveled all the way from her head to her toes. Xavier? He’d railed her like a fucking beast throughout the night refusing to let her go even after she came three times in a row. Well, he wasn’t to blame. He’d warned her.
A blush crept up Elaine’s cheek at the recollection of the previous night.
Stroding to the couch, she grabbed her dress, throwing it on before making her way to the door. Just as she opened the door and took a step out, a middle-aged lady rushed to her side.
Bowing, she spoke.
“You’re awake, ma’am. This is Mr Romano’s mansion which according to the boss is your new home. I’m Garcia by name. You can call me Grace.”
“I’m Elaine. Whose room is this?”
“Oh, this is the master’s bedroom. Please come with me, I’ll take you to yours.”
She followed the woman’s lead, letting her take her a few meters away from Xavier’s room until they stood in front of a door. Grace pushed the door open, setting it aside for her to go in. “Your belongings were moved from the Rock mansion late last night per the master’
Instructions. If you want anything, I’m at your beck and call.”
“Where is Xavier, I mean Mr Romano?” Elaine asked. She wasn’t seeing him around.
“Mr Romano is downstairs. Please freshen up, I’ll be waiting to take you for breakfast.”
With a nod, Elaine stepped into the room, her eyes scanning across the interior suspiciously. Though not as grand as Xavier’s room, it was generous and large. It still has the floor-to-ceiling windows displaying the city’s view that she loves, the interiors were great and in all, it was way better than her room at the Rock mansion.
She dashed toward the walk-in closet, a smile riding up her lips at the sight of her belongings arranged perfectly on the hangers, shelves, and drawers. Xavier Romano was simply perfect at planning.
Twenty minutes later, Elaine was walking down the stairs with Grace in her blue sundress. She trailed behind Grace, following her every footstep until they got to the dining where Xavier sat, scrolling through his phone, his legs crossed, his appearance like that of a Greek god. If she hadn’t seen him a couple of times before, she would have doubted that he was real. He looked straight out of a Vogue magazine
“Who would have thought that you’d awaken after 10 good hours of sleep? Had a good night?” Without sparing her a glance, he asked, his eyes never leaving his phone.
“All thanks to you. Nice house.”
“I’m flattered. You’re free to design it in whatever way you want. After all, this is going to be your home for a long time.” Finally sealing her gaze, he commanded. “Sit, Elaine.”
“Thanks for offering.”
She dragged out a chair, sitting opposite him at the other end of the table. She smiled at the servant as they began serving them breakfast. With the amount of servants in the room, she wondered if he barely touched anything, let alone washed his undies by himself.
She took a bite from the honey-filled pancake, the delicious taste washing over her mouth. She hummed.
“Good?”
“Tastes like heaven. I can eat it all day.”
“Good then. If you hadn’t liked it, I would’ve sent them packing.”
“Them? Who?”
“The servants.”
A chuckle left her lips at his home, but she was wrong. The man before her wasn’t joking, the look on his face told her so. Silently, she dug into her meal, devouring the pancakes like a fucking prisoner that she was a few days ago.
“About last night…”
“I know.” She interrupted before he could finish his words. She knew what he was going to say.
“It was a mistake and I was drunk, I seduced you and you had no choice but to do it with me, no hard feelings. I’m not reading any meaning into what happened last night. Things like that happen between men and women all the time and besides, we’re adults, having a night of passion shouldn’t be a big deal. I’m not reading any meaning into anything, after all, we’re in this agreement because it’s a win-win situation.”
She rattled her thoughts without a proper break between her sentences, her finger fidgeting with the fork as she spoke. Xavier’s presence made her nervous, in a way no one else ever had.
“You speak too much, doll.” His deep voice rang, his gaze fixated on her neck “Yet you forget to conceal the hickey I gave you while fucking your tight cunt last night.”
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