45.

Xander




“You are lying,”




Nikki shakes her head, “I wish I was, but this came straight from Chantel herself and she would never lie to me.”




I am in utter disbelief, there is no way Damien would cheat on Charles, let alone with a woman.




“So, Damien is bisexual?”




Nikki nods and sips on her apple juice, “Apparently.”




“What are we going to do?”




“Nothing baby, this is absolutely none of our business,”




She made a fair point; it was none of our business and we have no right to get involved. We will just have to pretend as if we know nothing.




“I need another drink,” I pour myself another shot of whiskey and Nikki just laughs.




“This is insane, out of all things that have happened, I wasn’t expecting this.”




“I don’t think either of us was, I mean, when did this even happen? Where did it happen? And why?”

“I wanted to ask those same questions, but I told myself that I would give her time and have a more serious conversation with her at a later stage,” Nikki replies, “But Xander, you tell no one, you hear me? Not even your mother.”




I hold my hand, “Scout's honour, babe.”




“Good, now carry me to bed, I’m exhausted,”




She holds up her arms and leans down to pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist. I walk us upstairs to our room and by the time I get there, she is already half asleep. I change her into my shirt and some socks. I wipe her makeup off and put her bonnet on her head and tuck her in. I get ready for bed and join her. I pull her close to me and I drift off to sleep.




Next morning

 

I wake up at 5 am the next morning and I go to the gym and come back before Nikki wakes up. I take a shower and head downstairs to make her some breakfast. I needed to tell her that I need to go back home and sort out things with the company. I can no longer manage it from here because ever since I stepped down as president, I haven’t been there. I owe it to them to go back.




I finish making breakfast and put everything on a tray and go upstairs. I place the tray on her bedside table and kiss her forehead.




She stirs in her sleep and gives her another one on her nose.




“Boy, stop it.”




“I made you breakfast, and we need to talk baby,”




She groans and turns to look at me, “What?”




“Sit up, come on,”




She sits up on the bed and sighs. I kiss her forehead and give her a cup of tea.




“Good morning gorgeous,”




She sips her tea, and gags, “Baby says no to tea today.”




I take the cup from her and put it on the bedside table, “Isn’t she a fussy one today?”




“He is,”




I chuckle, “So baby, I need to go back home. There is a lot that I need to go back and sort out, now that I am no longer the president.”




She nods, “I understand. It’s my fault that you’ve been stuck here, dealing with my mess –




“No, I haven’t been stuck here and it’s our mess and we are cleaning it up.”




She sighs, “I know. When do you plan on leaving?”




“I was hoping tonight,”




She frowns.




“I’m sorry, I know it’s not enough time to say goodbye, but I promise I will be back to before the sentencing.”




“I’m gonna miss having breakfast in bed,”




I chuckle, “Is that all you’re going to miss?”




She bites her lip and starts unbuttoning her shirt.




This is where you avert your eyes.




Damien

 

Fuck!




I’m getting married. I watched as Charles slept next to me with his perfectly messy hair covering his face. I love this man; I haven’t been this happy with anyone in a very long time, but I can’t see to get Chantel out of my head.




That woman has consumed my every thought since that night, and I don’t feel guilty about it. Not one bit.




I kiss Charles’s cheek and I get out of bed. I put on my sweatpants and make my way down the hall to the kitchen. I turn on the coffee machine and begin my morning routine. Opening up the curtains and windows, and cleaning up the room before room service comes in. just because we have room service doesn’t mean I have to be a snob.




I boil water for my green tea and get my diary and iPad from the coffee table and start my work for the day. Checking emails and replying to them.




“Good morning,” Charles sings.




I smile, “Good morning baby, how did you sleep?”




“Like a baby as always,”




He walks over to me and kisses my cheek, “Plans for the day?”




“Just getting everything ready for tonight, and you?”




“I’m indoors today. Have you thought about what you’re going to give Chantel as a “Thank You” gift?”




I already got that covered.




“Nope, do you have any ideas?”




Charles pours his cup of coffee and then turns to look at me, “Well she has been talking about getting this new perfume by Versace, I think it’s called Delilah,”




“Wouldn’t that be weird though, she has a boyfriend now,”




Charles Hisses, “Totally forgot about that. A dinner reservation for the both of them and a spa treatment maybe?”




No.




“That sounds perfect, I’ll make one at Michael Angelo, and –




“No, she’s already been there,”




I groan, “Giving rich people gifts is hard, what haven’t they done or where haven’t they been?”




Charles laughs, “Just get her the perfume and just put both our names on it.”




I nod, “I can do that, hopefully, she hasn’t gotten it already.”




I get up from my seat and walk over to Charles, he gives me a warning look. He hated it when I tried to make out with him before he finished his morning coffee, but I didn’t care.




I watch as he gets flustered, shielding his face with his cup but I knew that he wanted me too. Before he can move, I put my arms on either side of his body.




“Babe, please not now,” he says softly.




I press myself against him and I feel his member pressing against my thigh. He quivers when I brush up against him, almost dropping his cup on the ground.




“Careful baby, that coffee is hot,”




He places his cup down and looks at me, “I hate you,”




“We both know that's a lie, now turn around and let me have my breakfast,”