Xavier;
He stared with casual demeanor at the lady in front of him taking seductive strides towards him with the sly grin not leaving her face, the girl- what's her name? he couldn't remember.
The Lady knew she had to do a good job if she wanted him to herself. She tangled a piece of her hair against her index finger as she bit her lips, looking intently at him. She couldn't wait to run her hands through his well-groomed taper fade haircut, messing it up to her satisfaction. His green eyes held indifference, but that didn't stop her. She had a mission and was determined to pull through.
She grabbed him by the tie as she giggled slightly. She spread her legs, placing her thigh against his lap. When she was finally settled, she began to glide slowly and precisely, making sure he was leaning against the chair. His face still held nothing.
She seems to begin to panic slightly. This was an opportunity that was finally given to her, but she was messing it up.
XAVIER FELT NOTHING. The feeling of Apathy that washed through him was immense. No matter how he tried, it wasn't working. He looked intently into her panicked-filled brown eyes. The concupiscent feeling that he had expected wasn't coming through, instead, he felt irritation course through him. He couldn't take it anymore, he sat up and that gave her a cue to get up.
Elbow on his lap, fingers against his head, he bowed slightly, exhaling sharply.
" I will send you your paycheck, you may leave now" he demanded. He needed to be alone.
"Are you serious, Xavier?" she voiced out. Xavier couldn't fail to sense the hurt and anger her voice produced. "A paycheck? "
"leave, now," he snapped harshly at her.
Before she left, she sighed in frustration "What is your problem, Xavier? If you wanted to avoid doing anything, then why send for me? To humiliate me?"
And that's also a question Xavier wants to ask.How did he get into this mess in the first place? He thought inwardly,concurrently undoing his tie and flung it on his bed.
If his father wasn't such a pain in the ass who wanted him to get a wife before handing his company over to him, he wouldn't be doing this.
When finally alone, Xavier ran his hand through his brunette hair, rummaging through it, roughly. What could he do? Was the question that constantly kept going to and fro in his mind. Hardik was a company he couldn't cancel out. He wanted it, and there was no way he was going to get it if he didn't prove himself.
Exhaling sharply through his mouth, Xavier decided to leave. He stood up from the couch in his room and made his way out.
Lucas, black-haired, gray eyes and tall masculine figure stood by the hallway, with his eyes fixed on his phone. It took him a while to finally realize that Xavier was out of the room. He raised his head after some time as his eyes immediately widened in amusement, accompanied by a smirk that crept into the right side of his lips.
"I thought she said you guys didn't do anything?" he asked with partially cocked eyebrows, accessing Xavier's slightly unbuttoned shirt, down to his missing tie, accompanied by his messy hair.
"Trust me, nothing happened," Xavier reassured, adjusting the buttons of his shirt, exhaling sharply in exasperation.
"Xavier, nothing happened?" Lucas asked in disbelief.
"That's the same thing she said"
"Why?
"You know why"
"Erica has to be like the hottest girl I have ever seen, and I thought it would be easier because she is everyone's type"
"Well your plan didn't work" Xavier sighed in frustration
"Well can you blame me?"
"I should blame myself instead?"
"If you were into both genders, it would have been so much easier for us"
"Don't you dare pin this on me" he snapped and Lucas groaned in frustration.
It was obvious that Lucas' idea of having numerous sexual experiments with random girls wasn't going to work out. Xavier considered sticking to the original plan and that was, getting a wife for a year. That way, he wouldn't have to prove to anyone that he was heterosexual.
A wife for a year would be a good convincing tool for his family. They could divorce after a year and everything would fall back in place. He would finally have Hardik company for himself. If his father hadn't made unnecessary demands for him to get married before the family's company is issued to him, then all this won't be happening.
"Let's go with my idea" Xavier blurted out
"Common, a wife for a year? Does that sound right to you?"
"Are you going to help me or not?"
"one year is too little to convince dad"
"What do you want, 15 years?"
"Well that could actually be more effective," Lucas teased.
"Lucas get serious. Help me get a wife"
"A marriage without sexual affair, which lady would take that?"
"There are thousands of ladies in California that would jump on that opportunity at the mention of the price," Xavier said with so much assurance in his voice.
Lucas exhaled deeply, leaning against the wall with his head pushed backward
"Why does it feel like I am being forced to do this?"
"I need Hardik, Lucas"
"I know but why can't we just try once more?" Lucas decided to push more.
"Theresa, Stella, Anne, Ava, Erica" Xavier counted with his fingers. "How many more do we have to experiment on? It won't work and you know it"
"It's going to be hard to get a wife for you. Do you expect me to print out flyers, hold a big banner and a megaphone on the Streets, chanting around, looking for a suitable bride?" He said. Xavier breathed in sharply, walking slowly towards him. He stopped in front of Lucas, bending to his level.
"I trust you would do a good job" he whispered into Lucas's ear as he tapped him lightly on his cheek before turning to leave.