Madalyne's POV
We drive through the busy streets of Cambridge as soon as we left the building. He has not uttered a word ever since. I try to talk to him but he won't even budge. After a lot of attempts, I give up. If he doesn't want to talk, so won't I.
"Who was that bastard?" Xavier growls, stopping the car in the middle of nowhere. What the hell are we doing here?
"He is my fucking partner on the project. Don't tell me you're mad at that!" I let out a frustrated sigh. Oscar offered to carry my heavy bag for me which I gladly accepted. How can Xavier be mad at him being chivalrous?
"He was standing way too close to what is mine!" Xavier cups my face, pulling me close to his. He intensely stares at me, shattering my insides, sending butterflies. Our faces are so close that I can feel his minty breath on my face. Even with just a look, he weakens my soul.
"But he cannot have what is yours," I whisper as I pull him, meeting his smirking lips with mine into a passionate kiss. I grab his hair as Xavier pulls me onto his lap holding me close. Our tongues tangle as we fight for dominance.
"I have been wanting to do that," I say as we pull away to breathe. Xavier's hand slides up under my shirt, grabbing my breast.
"Xavier! Not here!" I grasp then moan when he tightens his squeeze. I hide my face in the crook of his neck, giving wet kisses.
"Where are we?" I whisper in his ear.
"Come on," Xavier says, opening the door. I get out first as Xavier follows then. He interlaces our hand and walks us to this huge building. I then notice the big sign on top of the building saying 'Speed'.
"Hold on! Isn't Speed one of the top car companies in the whole world? What are we doing here?" I ask as we enter the building. There are no people around and the inside is so dark, I can barely see. Xavier puts his hand on a scanner beside a huge door, the door suddenly goes up and all the light turns on, almost making me blind.
"Wow!" I exclaim as I am too astonished to say anything else. There are cars and cars everywhere kept in rows. Most of them are sports cars, shining as the spot light reflects their shiny surfaces.
"Did I ever tell you that I own Speed Inc. and this is one of my many bases," Xavier says standing behind me, leaning against one of the cars. I have heard about Speed but never knew that he owns it. I look at him shocked.
"You don't look like the guy who owns a business!" I raise my eyebrow looking at him.
"Then what do I look like," Xavier chuckles as he walks out of the garage.
"You look like you snap people's neck if they dare to look at you," I laugh, echoing throughout the whole base. I walk in one of the rows; passing Porsche 911, Alpine A110, Porsche 718 and many other cars.
"Very funny, now come here, love," Butterflies fly in my stomach whenever he calls me that. I walk to where he went. I see him standing behind a desk.
"Choose any car you like, darling," Xavier looks at me.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because we are going on a ride, baby," Xavier shows his devilish grin as I look at him surprised.
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"I don't think I can do this! This is too fast!" I scream as I hold the steering wheel of Porsche. For the past fifteen minutes, I have been trying to not crash us. It is around six o'clock now and Xavier has been encouraging me to go fast but I can't. I am afraid I am going to kill us.
"This is the day on mother Earth for us!" I shout as I accelerate the car at high speed, taking off to somewhere on this huge field. I don't know where I am going as it is too fast for me to even turn.
"This is why I hate supercars!" Then I make a successful smooth turn which amazes both of us.
"Now you might love supercars!" Xavier smirks as he takes control of gear shift and helps me to slow down to stop.
"Never but I enjoyed this," I smile, leaning backwards on the seat. Xavier does the same, closing his eyes.
"How do you feel?" I feel taken aback by the question.
"Free. I feel free and happy and thanks to you," I blurt out as I peck his lips. He wraps his hand around my shoulder as my lays on it. We stay like this for quite some time.
"Let's go somewhere," Xavier exclaims
"Where?"
"Anywhere you want," Xavier says when an idea pops in my mind.
"Do you have a motorbike," I am pretty sure he has because I remember seeing one in the base.
"I do.....," Xavier frowns, raising his eyebrow. I widely grin looking at him with puppy eyes.
"Fine," He growls then we head to the base.
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"Isn't it so fun?!!" After getting the motorbike, I tell Xavier to take me to the Fitzwilliam Museum. I have always wanted to go there since I came to England. Being busy with study and internship, I never got the chance.
I let the fresh breeze hit me as my hair flows in the air, giving me a soothing sensation.
"Why are we here?" Xavier asks as we enter the building. Very few people are here today; after all it is a museum, a boring place.
"This is boring," Xavier huffs. We go to the top floor when I take out my camera. I always carry my camera, for research purposes also, everywhere I go. I love taking pictures, not mine obviously, of people and sceneries.
"Ugh, go stand there, I want to take pictures!" I drag Xavier beside one of the statues, making him put his arms around it. Looking at the situation, I burst out laughing out loud.
"Hahaha, oh my god, hahaha," I laugh out loud when Xavier rushes over to me, putting hand over my mouth, muffling my laugh. Few visitors look over at us frowning at my disturbance.
"What?!" Xavier glares at them, making them look away from us. I look at them apologetically then turn back to Xavier.
"You look hilarious," I remark, making him roll his eyes. I grab the camera then click a few pictures of him. He tries to grab the camera but I move away, taking more photos of him.
"Give it too now or you are going to get punished," I freeze at his words, my eyes widen and jaw drops. He takes his chance by grabbing the camera and immediately clicking my photos while I gape at him.
"You look like you are ready for it," Xavier smirks. I grab the camera from him and look at the photos.
"Eww, what the fuck!" I whisper-yell as I look at my ugly captures. I look like my eyes were about to fall. Eww. I let out an angry expression then turn to take other photos. The ancient sculptures are neatly placed on the polished floor.
Light falls sculptures, making them glisten in an aesthetic way. Arts and antiquities, from different centuries, are preserved in this museum. I have visited lots of museums back in Canada; taking pictures and learning about historical arts and instruments.
"Are you done yet?" Xavier says in a bored tone. Not getting any answer from me, Xavier stands behind me, gripping my waist.
"Xavier, what are you doing?" I say looking around if anyone is around or not. I glare at Xavier, trying to get out of his grip but he won't budge.
"You didn't answer my question, love," Xavier whispers in my ear, making my whole body shiver.
"Yes, I am done, let's go," I roll my eyes, hoping Xavier did not see that and head towards the exit.
"I saw that," Xavier growls in a dangerously deep voice, making my heart beat faster. We get on his motorbike and make our journey back to his house. I hold him closely and lay my head on his back as my hair flows along the breeze. It takes about half an hour to reach his home. Throughout the whole ride, we stay in a comfortable silence.
"Isn't it amazing how we just met a few days ago and we are already on a date?" I chuckle. Xavier doesn't say anything until we reach the front gate.
"You are right; we are supposed to hate each other," Xavier smirks, opening the door for me. It is around ten p.m. as we enter the house. The house is too dark for us to see anything. Xavier reaches for the lights when a sudden voice makes me scream.
"BOOOOO!!!" A boy, with a white sheet over him, appears from beside me and gives out a air shattering scream, making me skip a heartbeat.
"AHHHHHHH!!!" I scream, taking a few steps back. My heart thuds so against my chest so furiously that it is about to rip out of my chest. I place my hand over my mouth, trying to calm myself down. No! No! No! Not again.
"ATLAS! WHAT THE HELL?" Xavier shouts at the boy who looks so similar to him; their eyes, hair and height are almost the same. Atlas looks at him as his eyes fill with tears then looks over to me. I cannot even utter a word; my eyes go blurry and I start sweating on my forehead.
"I-I am sorry- It-it was just a-,"His tears flow along with mine. Their voices muffle in my ears and I started breathing very fast. I grip my hair, closing my eyes, trying to stop myself from having a panic attack. I completely breakdown.
"Madalyne? Madalyne are you okay" Xavier asks concerned as he rushes over to me. I shake my head when I feel him pick me up in a bridal style and carry me upstairs; Atlas trailing behind. Everything seems so blurry, my head spins and I feel like I am about to throw up.
"Atlas, bring a glass of water now!" Xavier shouts at the boy who immediately leaves the room. Xavier lays me on his bed then takes my jacket and shoes off. He looks like he doesn't know what else to do.
"H-Hold me, p-please," I faintly whisper as he immediately wraps his arms around me, kissing my forehead and stroking my hair. Every emotion and sensation passes through me right now; my heart pounds rapidly, my body is trembling and shaking, I am constantly sweating and have a sense of throwing up. This is what I have been going through daily for the past five years.
I sense someone enter the room with heavy footsteps. Atlas comes with two glasses of water, spilling some on the way and hands it to me.
"I brought two glasses; one cold and another normal, in case if you don't like normal you-," Xavier interrupts him. Atlas quickly looks at his feet, playing with his hand.
"Atlas, not now, she needs rest," He has no idea how much his warmth relaxes me. I just realize that my panic attack is gone. My heart beat is back to steady. His soothing voice vibrates through his chest as I listen to his heartbeat. I feel myself fading to slumber.
"Goodnight, love," Is the last thing I hear before I am completely pulled into unconsciousness.
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{A/N- I wrote the panic attack from experience so don't laugh, LOL}
Thanks for reading
Mystoria
Peace out-