ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ

Bar fight

Xavier sat at the bar in the crowded club, trying to blend in with the other patrons. He watched Sofia and Anna from afar, admiring Sofia's stunning black dress and the way it hugged her curves. He had always found her attractive, but tonight she looked especially beautiful.

As he watched as Sofia began to dance with a man. He felt a pang of jealousy, but he knew better than to interfere. Sofia was free to do as she pleased, but the controlling possessive part of him said something different. He didn't even know why he was here instead of being home with his wife.

Instead, he continued to watch from a distance, sipping his drink and trying to enjoy the music. Anna soon joined Sofia and the man on the dance floor, and Xavier couldn't help but smile at the sight of the three of them having fun together.

Eventually, the song ended, and the man said something to Sofia that made her laugh. Xavier felt a twinge of jealousy as he realized that he would never be able to make her laugh like that.

He continued to watch Sofia and Anna dance, but as the night wore on, he noticed that the man she had been dancing with earlier was becoming increasingly aggressive. Xavier could see that Sofia was uncomfortable, but she was too polite to say anything.

As the man's behavior escalated, he knew that he had to step in. He made his way over to the dance floor, trying to stay calm and composed.

"Hey, I think it's time for you to back off," he said firmly.

The man sneered at him. "Mind your own business, buddy," he spat.

But Xavier refused to back down. He took a step closer to the man and stood his ground. "I am making it my business," he said, his voice low and menacing.

The man seemed taken aback by Xavier's sudden aggression, but he wasn't backing down either. He took a swing at him, but Xavier was quick to dodge the blow. He retaliated with a punch of his own, and the man staggered backward.

Sofia and Anna had stopped dancing now, and a small crowd had gathered around them. Xavier could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He hadn't felt this alive in so long.

The man lunged at him again, but Xavier was ready this time. He ducked under the man's arm and delivered a swift kick to his stomach. The man doubled over in pain, and Xavier took the opportunity to grab Sofia's hand and lead her away from the dance floor.

As they made their way through the crowd, he could feel Sofia's hand trembling in his. But he didn't let go. He kept a tight grip on her hand, determined to keep her safe.

Finally, they made it to the safety of the bar. Sofia turned to him, her eyes wide with gratitude. "Thank you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"You shouldn't trust just anyone, Sofia." He said coldly.

"I know. I'm sorry, Sir." She said, looking down.

Sofia shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, and Xavier noticed. He hesitated for a moment before taking off his jacket and draping it over her shoulders.

"Thanks," she said softly, looking up at him with a small smile. "Wow, you have a lot of tattoos."

Xavier couldn't resist the urge any longer. He leaned in and captured her lips in a heated kiss. Sofia responded eagerly, her hands moving to tangle in his hair.

The kiss was intense and passionate, and when they finally pulled away, they were both gasping for air.

He looked down at her, his eyes filled with desire. "Let me take you home," he said, his voice husky.

She nodded, unable to form words as she was still feeling the effects of their kiss. He led her to his car, opening the door for her and helping her inside.

As they drove through the quiet streets, the tension between them was palpable. Sofia couldn't help but steal glances at Xavier, admiring his strong jawline and the way his dark hair fell over his forehead. He also had a lot more tattoos than she could initially see at the office.

She was jolted out of her thoughts as Xavier's car pulled into her driveway.

"You were very irresponsible tonight." He said to her.

Sofia nodded, biting her lip as she felt his hand creeping up her thigh. She knew that she should say something, that this was moving too fast, but something inside her was urging her to let go and just enjoy the moment.

Xavier's hand moved higher, his fingers grazing the hem of her dress. She closed her eyes and let out a soft gasp as he slipped his fingers under the fabric, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Without a word, he leaned in and captured her lips in another heated kiss, his hand moving higher still. Sofia moaned into his mouth, her body responding to his touch in ways she had never experienced before.

As the kiss deepened, she felt a sense of urgency building within her. She wanted more and needed more. Without hesitation, she reached over and unbuckled Xavier's seatbelt, pushing him back against the seat as she climbed onto his lap.

As their bodies moved together in a frenzy of passion, Xavier suddenly pulled away, his hand on Sofia's waist, stopping her from going any further.

"Wait," he said, his voice husky. "Have you done this before?"

She felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she shook her head. "No," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm a virgin."

Xavier's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at her with a mix of concern and desire. "You are?"

She glanced to the side, her cheeks red with embarrassment. "I'm not fucking you for the first time in my car." He said to her.

She knew it was wrong. Xavier was her boss, and not to mention he was married.

She sighed and was about to move out of his lap, but his hands gripped her waist tighter. "That doesn't mean I don't want to." He said.