"You make me feel like, I've been locked out of heaven for too long."
-Locked Out Of Heaven, Bruno Mars-
Valentina
"Val please, come on, we must go clubbing," Bailey insisted.
"Bailey, no way. I don't think I'm up for it," I reply, part of me really wanting to go since I wanted to hang out with people other than Xavier once in a while.
Right, as if you don't want Xavier to kiss you the entire day.
"No you're going, and that's that," Bailey demanded, and walked out with her fingers blocking her ears so she could not hear my protests. I finished my rounds and went up to Xavier's office.
I knocked the door and it swung open, Xavier's arm extending around my waist and practically pulling me in, only to crash against him. His grip was securely tight on my waist and he smiled at me, tucking my hair behind my ear gently.
"I missed you, babygirl," he said, and the small sentence made me want to smile wide and kiss him right at that moment.
"Uhm-I was on rounds," I replied, clearing my throat as I stepped away from him. I walked to his desk and began sorting out the paperwork and files he had finished looking over at.
"By the way, I'm uh-going out with some friends tonight," I said, and his warm, towering presence was right behind me.
"Where?" He asked, and I smiled nervously.
"Clubbing," I mumbled, but Xavier's palm rested on my waist before twirling me towards him.
"You've developed quite an amazing sense of humor," he chuckled, and I looked at him with a serious expression.
"It isn't humor, Xavier. I'm actually going clubbing tonight."
"No, babygirl. You definitely are not," he said, letting me go before walking to his chair.
"I am, Xavier," I said, resting my palms on the desk, and he mirrored my stance on the opposite side, dark eyes penetrating into my gaze.
"I'm going with you," he stated, and I shook my head.
"No way. I am not going to become the person who brings the Boss everywhere. Plus, no one except Bailey knows I live with you, and I would like to keep it that way."
Honestly, I do not trust Xavier to keep his hands and his mouth to himself. Not that I mind, I just don't want anyone there to make a notion or judgement about me.
"If I can't go, neither can you, princess," he stated, his tone indicating that he wasn't interested in pursuing this topic anymore.
The situation right now is highly tense, and every cell in my body is telling me not to defy Xavier, but the adrenaline rushing through me when I think about it makes me excited.
Why do I love defying everything he says?
The outfit Bailey dropped off a while ago when Xavier was in the shower was out on the bed as I did my makeup. I had already told Xavier I'd be sleeping early today since I wasn't feeling well, and he seemed super disappointed to not be in the same bed as me tonight.
After applying some concealer, winged eyeliner in black and a glitter pink liner on top, along with a deep mulberry lip, I was ready to slip into my dress.
The dress belonged to Bailey and it was really pretty. It was a velvet pink material and there were open cuts on the curves of my waist and stomach. The slit for both legs were as high enough as my waist, and I wondered if Xavier would ever let me step out of the house if I do get caught.
You are not getting caught, Valentina. You are an independent, strong-willed woman, who is hiding the fact that she's going clubbing from a man who can turn her life upside down.
You will go, and you will have fun.
You totally deserve it.
You would think the pep talk would make me more confident, but the moment Xavier knocked on the door, I was ready to curl into a ball in the ground and panic.
"Babygirl?" He called out, and I didn't answer.
His tone was so sweet, I felt terrible for lying to him.
"I guess you're asleep. Sleep tight, sweetheart," he mumbled, shuffling to his room and closing his door.
How can I lie to someone who calls me sweetheart?
God, get over it, Valentina. Live a little.
I softly closed the door, my glittery pink heels in my hand, tip toeing to the other side of the door. Thankfully the door did not creak, and I was safely deposited to the hallway and down by the elevator. I slipped on my heels in the elevator and walked down the alley, where Bailey waved at me furiously.
"OH MY GOD, VAL," she practically screamed.
"You. Look. Stunning," she emphasized and asked me to slip into the car. I got in the middle and my arm collided with another.
"Hi, Valentina," Liam said, and I smiled back nervously. Liam worked at the office too, and we talked a few times. Bailey keeps saying he has a major crush on me, but she's just being Bailey. He never really made a pass at me, and he's a real sweetheart. His light brown hair fell over his striking green eyes, and he had a cute smile.
Xavier's smile though, could almost kill me, it was so gorgeous.
Val, stop thinking about Xavier.
The club sounded way more alluring that it actually was. The lighting was dim, and the entire place was full of sweaty, drunk and some grinding bodies of people. We pushed ahead to the bar, and I couldn't help but notice that Liam kept his arm around my waist, making sure no one bumped into me. It was a nice gesture, but it didn't feel as comfortable as it does when Xavier's hands are on my waist.
"We are getting wasted!" Bailey shrieked and I frowned. I've never tried alcohol, but I don't think I want to tell them that. They're already curious to know why I know nothing about stuff, and I don't want to increase anyone's suspicions. The bartender placed a row of tiny glasses on the counter. I really don't think this tiny amount of liquid can make anyone drunk. The first shot stung my throat immensely, but I liked the feeling building in my head. I continued to the fourth one, and I was already super tipsy by then. The club seemed like a happy place, and I really wanted to just dance.
Xavier
She must be feeling really sick. I knocked on her door to check, but she was already asleep. I paced my room in a worried state. Maybe I should knock again. What if she's passed out with a fever or something? I knocked again but she didn't answer, and I turned the knob, which miraculously opened the door.
"Valentina?" I called out in the dark room, inching towards the bed. Confusion rattled me as I saw the bed was empty, sheets untouched. The bathroom door was open and there was no one in there too.
She, isn't here?
But how is that possible?
I switched on the light and noticed a dress bag bunched up on the bed, which was empty. The bag belonged to a boutique which sold club dresses, and it was under my company's jurisdiction. In fact, our employees get a discount there.
Wait, didn't she mention something about clubbing? What. The. Fuck.
She sneaked out on me?
My fists balled up beside me and I was fuming, fucking pissed.
The image of Valentina in a nightclub dress, drunk and surrounded by men made me want to punch something, but I held back. I have to confirm it first. I sprinted to my room and got my laptop, looking for Bailey's number in the company records. Grabbing my phone, I called her.
"Hello?" She answered, and I could barely hear her talking.
"Bailey. This is Mr. Knight. Is Valentina with you?"
"Uh, yeah she is, sir," Bailey replied, sounding worried.
"Which club are you in?" I asked, trying to keep my anger in check.
"The After Party," she replied.
This will be easy, they're at my club.
"Shit, Val, get off the counter, babe," Bailey said and hung up.
That was enough to send me running through the door.
I opened the door to the club and noticed a big crowd near the bar, people cheering someone on.
"Oh my God, there he is! My knight in shining armour." Everyone turned towards me and I looked around in confusion.
Sure enough, there was my girl, standing on the bar counter in a dress that exposed her beautiful, tan legs entirely, and the sweet curves on her waist, along with more than enough of her cleavage. The moment she saw me, she spread her arms and began falling from the counter, and I sprinted towards her, her small frame falling on mine as I caught her.
"I knew you'd catch me," she hummed in content and let me pick her up in my arms, as she played with my tee.
"Mr. Knight, sir," a red-headed woman, who I think might be Bailey hesitantly approached me.
I probably looked murderous and it didn't help the case when a guy walked up to Valentina and placed his hand on her cheeks.
"Are you okay, Val? Do you need me to take you home?" He asked her, and she blinked at him innocently.
I was about to bury him under the floor he was standing on, but Valentina grabbed my attention.
"No, I wanna be with Xavier," she pouted and snuggled further into me, and I smirked smugly at the frowning guy who backed away.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Knight. I really didn't know she'd be so wasted after a few shots," Bailey mumbled, and I nodded, informing her that I'll be taking Valentina home. She hummed happily and rocked her sexy legs as I carried her to my car.
I put her down to open the door and she made a run for it, but I wrapped my hands around her waist and picked her up as she squealed.
"Xavier, let me go," she laughed and even though I was extremely angry at her for sneaking out, I couldn't help but chuckle at how cute she looked when I placed her in the passenger seat, and she pouted. The car ride home was quiet as Valentina hummed in content.
I carried her home and placed her down, and she begin twirling around the living room. She dragged me along and directed me to sit on the sofa.
"You are so sexy," she sighed, and I smirked, beginning to like drunk Valentina.
"Like, sometimes I wonder, why is Xavier so sexy? And then sometimes I want to put you on a plate and eat you," she says, and I chuckle.
"Fuck that sounds so beautiful," she says, and it surprises me to hear her swear.
She plops down beside me on the sofa, and her dress distracts me immensely.
"What's beautiful, baby?"
"Your laugh, your smile, you are so pretty," she gushes, and I frown.
"I'm pretty?"
"Yeah, like a flower, but like a hot flower," she says, confused by her own statement.
"Xavier," she whispered, climbing onto my lap.
"Mhmm?" I replied holding her steady by gripping her waist.
"Fuck me," she said, and my eyes widened as I looked at her like she was crazy.
"W-what?" I stuttered and she giggled.
"The movie we watched the other day. I kept wondering how it would feel if you kissed me here," she said, placing my palm on her inner thigh, instantly making me hard as fuck.
"Why do I want you to kiss me all day?" she sighed, placing her head on my chest.
"Because you love the way you feel when I kiss you, baby," I replied, and she snuggled closer to me, nodding her head.
"I want you to fuck me, Xavier," she said, and I gulped nervously. I never knew that she could make me want her this much just by saying those words.
The woman I'm obsessed with asks me to fuck her, and I can't because I know she's not ready and very very drunk. This is fucking injustice.
"But you don't want me," she mumbled, and I frowned, holding her beautiful face between my hands. Tears laced her gorgeous eyes, and I stroked her cheeks.
"I want you babygirl, every second of every day. I want only you," I stated, and she shook her head.
"No, but you don't know, baby," she persists, and my heart does a fucking double take at the endearment.
"What do I not know, sweetheart?" I asked, and she sighed, shaking her head before smiling mischievously.
"I want you to kiss me," she stated, and I chuckled.
"Baby, I want to do that so fucking badly. But you need to get to bed," I said, and she frowned.
"No I want a kwiss," she said adorably, tapping her lips. I made her stand on her feet and stood up, towering over her as she looked up at me. I kissed her soft, plump lips quickly and she crossed her arms on her chest.
Did I mention how much this dress accentuates her perfect breasts? Her arms practically shoved them up and I looked up at the door behind her, trying to distract myself from Valentina running naked in my mind.
Suddenly, she pushes me down on the sofa, and places her hands on her hips.
"I wanna give you a lap dance," she stated proudly, and I might as well have frozen in utter shock. She slowly rocked her hips, raising her hands above her head and raking her fingers through her hair. I stood up to stand beside her, only to watch her stalk towards me slowly, placing her hands on my shoulders and arching her irresistible body against me. She turned around and her perfect ass rubbed against the growing tension in my pants, as she slowly rocked her beautiful hips, going down my body with her hand on me, travelling from my chest and straight to the bulge in my pants.
Her hands on me felt like a fucking fantasy, the feeling was too good to be true. I picked her up and she crashed her lips against mine, kissing me with undeniable passion. I couldn't help but kiss her delicious lips back, but I couldn't let myself lose control.
Taking the opportunity, she pushed me down on the sofa again, and leaned into me, her hands splayed across my thighs, and her body bent towards me as she bit her lip and inched closer, my gaze raking over the gorgeous swell of her breasts. She turned around and bent over, letting her hips grind against me as she slightly twerked. I placed my palms firmly on her sexy thighs as her hips slowly moulded with my body. What surprised me the most is when she placed one of her beautiful legs on my shoulder, and held my head, pulling me closer to her inner thighs.
"Kiss me here, please, Xavier?" She asked, and I lost it, placing small kisses all the way to her inner thighs. I removed her leg from my shoulder and caught her in my arms as she giggled.
"That felt so good," she bit her lip and moaned softly, the sound driving me all types of insane.
"I wanna sleep," she stated, and I sighed in relief.
Thank fucking God.
She stood up and walked to her room, pulling me along with her. She slid off the dress from her shoulders, and removed it off her chest, letting it pool down to her ankles before stepping out of it. The room was dark, and the only light was coming in from the curtained window. However, when she turned around, I think my heart skipped several fucking beats.
Why, you ask?
Because my girl was missing a bra.
I knew her breasts were beautiful, but they were actually fucking gorgeous. They stood upright and large on her chest, the soft, creamy skin making me groan in pain for not being able to leave my mark on them. Her light pink nipples stood erect and I might have just exploded inside my fucking pants right then and there.
She swayed towards me in a drunken and sleepy haze, and I grabbed some wet wipes from her dresser, seating her down on the bed to wipe away her makeup. After I disposed the wipes away, she held my tee and pulled me into her, making me lie down right beside her on the bed. Her delicate fingers rested on my chest and she frowned.
"I don' want this," she mumbles, tugging the material of the tee I was wearing. I balanced myself on my elbows and swiftly removed the tee, but that wasn't quite a good decision.
Valentina happily snuggled into me, and her perfect breasts collided with my bare chest, making it impossibly difficult not to kiss every inch of her gorgeous body.
"I like you so much, Xavier," she mumbled, and I felt fucking fantastic.
"I like you too, princess."
"You make me feel safe. So safe. I want you to stay wimme," she yawned adorably.
"I'm here with you, babygirl," I whispered, and she snuggled further into me as I held her tightly.
"You don't deserve to be with me, Xavier. You deserve so much better."
I was immobilized at that statement. Why the fuck would she say something like that? Does she even know how fucking amazing she is?
Before I could say anything else, Valentina softly mumbled and drifted off to sleep in my arms. I kissed her forehead and stroked her soft hair, which cascaded around her head in curls, making her look like a Goddess asleep.
"Goodnight, my babygirl."