☆ KING XAVIER ☆

XXVI : We've got a New Yorker

"It's not about looking good Carlos, I bought that dress in the first place because it looked good on me." I continued,"It's just that, do people even dress up like this in the clubs here?"

"Where'd you wear this?" He asked.

"New York." I answered.

He smiled, "So we've got a New Yorker huh? You've got to take me there sometime Scar."

I smiled warmly, "Gladly, it's an amazing place, everything there is thriving with life and mysterious energy."

He looked lost in thought as he whispered, "I bet."

"You okay?" I asked. This was unlike Carlos, this was the first time I had seen him look lost.

He snapped out of his thoughts as he spoke rather passionately, "If this is something you would've worn there, don't be afraid to wear it here. Don't try to change yourself Scar, you're perfect just the way you are."

I smiled softly, ruffling his hair as I snatched the dress out of his hands.

"If you ever want to talk about whatever, I'm here." I said gently, "Now get outta here and go change into some bootyluscious outfit yourself."

He shook his head bemusedly as he headed out.

I took a quick shower, making sure to use the body wash and lotion that made me smell like a snack.

Drying myself, I changed into the dress. It hit mid-thigh, and it made my girls pop up a little more than what I'd expect.

My clothing collection mostly consisted of comfy clothes and a few scandalous pieces here and there. This just happened to be on the scandalous side.

I smiled mischievously. Hello old Scarlett.

For some reason, seeing my self as my old New York self had me acting up.

Feeling a little bold, I grabbed a red lipstick and applied it onto my lips. Spraying perfume, I walked out of the bathroom feeling like a baddie.

My dark hair stood out even more with my red lips and dress. It had been a while since I had dressed up and it felt good.

Just on time there was a knock on my door again. This time it was pushed open before I had even replied.

My head popped above my awkward position. I was bent facing the door, strapping my heels in place.

Xavier stepped in and seized me with his eyes the moment he saw me.

I could see him suck in a small breath and it made me smile as I stood to my full height, adjusting my dress.

"You look like sex on heels." He groaned, rubbing a hand down his face.

The movement had me giving all my attention to his bicep.

God, how could an arm look so sexy?

I took in the rest of his appearance, my eyes taking in every inch rather greedily. 

He was dressed in black jeans and a tight black dress shirt paired with black sneakers. He had rolled up his sleeves so his forearm was visible.

The tan of his skin looked perfect against his all black outfit.

I hadn't even realize we had walked towards each other until his arm wrapped around my waist.

Tingles zapped through my body as I met his eyes.

He made me feel alive.

"You're one to talk." I finally replied.

He brushed his lips against my ear, "If those bastards wouldn't have been so impatient to go out tonight, I would've taken you right here."

I sucked in a small breath. His words had me feeling hot all over.

I grabbed onto his hair, bringing his face back in front of mine,"Bold of you to assume I'd let you."

With that I shrug off his arms and walked towards the door, feeling like a badass.

My moment of pride was broken when I was about to open the door.

Xavier's hand closed the door, not moving it from against the door.

He pushed his body against mine and I couldn't help but gasp.

I was trapped between the door and his solid body. 

His head dipped to my ear once again,"I would never do anything you don't want but trust me on one thing."

He dipped his head lower, his breath hot against my neck, "When I take you- mind, body and soul, you'll want it just as much as I do."

Fuck me sideways.

This man knew his way with words. I was feeling mush inside.

"Xavier!" Hayden shouted.

With that, he finally let me go and I rushed out of the room as if it was on fire.

When I coming down the stairs, I heard a wolf whistle.

Carlos stood there, smirking. He looked proud of how he had dressed me.

"You look amazing!" Hayden smiled.

"I told you." Carlos said, winking at me.

I hugged him sideways, "Thanks."

Breaking away I smiled at all of them, "You both clean up well yourself."

And they did.

 Hayden was wearing light washed ripped jeans and a body hugging grey t-shirt. He looked younger in this attire and I was so glad to finally see him anything but sweatpants or formal wear.

Carlos on the other hand was wearing dark blue jeans along with a dark maroon crew neck.

With these three men present together, the room appeared small. They all radiated power and demanded respect.

How was I to survive with men like them at a club? God knows I'll have to deal with all kinds of women flocking towards them throughout the night.

Hayden excitedly grabbed my arm, hauling me through the door, "Let's get this party started!"

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