Chapter 66 66
Xavier's Pov
I have ninety-nine problems, but popularity isn’t one of them.
Due to my charming personality, mouthwatering looks, and genius skills, I happen to attract a lot of attention.
But not all attention is good.
Kylie is standing out like a sore thumb. I only gave her the title of Luna so I could manipulate her to the fullest. Like her father whose wealth and influence had been transferred to me via blackmailer, her role was to be used as a dutiful pawn.
Now, don’t get me wrong. Kylie was probably a good fuck, which is why I remember it happened, although it’s been a few years, she's becoming boring to me. No, she is boring to me.
After I woke up with the most awful headaches of the century, she walked into my bedroom, wearing a camisole that’s only held up by a flimsy thread around her neck.
Her hair fell to her naked shoulders and she was chewing gum. She liked to consume chewing gum more than air. There’s nothing I want to do more than dump her and her cheap habits into the dirtiest part of the BlackRock Pit. However, she relays important information from her father about key routes and shipments to and from the pack so as much as I had her now, it was in my best interest to listen to her. The brilliant Pit idea has to be unfortunately postponed.
I tossed back my bedcover and stalked to the bathroom then I washed my face. I returned to the bedroom and reached for a cigarette.
“What do you want this time and make it quick, because my tolerance for people in my space is below zero.”
She batted her fake eyelashes. “Including me?”
“Especially you.”
She jutted her lips in an immature pout but quickly recovered. “I heard you signed off all your company assets to a third party. Care to explain?”
I inhaled more cigarette smoke before exhaling. “No.”
“The rest of us will be caught in the aftermath. Why the hell would you do that? You want us to go broke?”
“You do realize we have generational wealth, right?” I raised a brow.
“You took my dad's, remember?” She gritted her teeth.
“Oh,” I snapped my fingers. “You remember.”
“Xavier —”
Listen up, woman, you signed up to be my Luna knowing full well about the possibility of turning into collateral damage.”
“So…you’ll let me and Howard fend for ourselves?”
“For fuck’s sake.” I retrieve another cigarette and light it. “You’re not kids, last I checked. Besides, if there’s something major, I will interfere. You both have enough money in your trustfund. You'll live.”
“Xavier, who did you give everything to?!”
“I'm not disclosing that information to you. It's above your pay grade.”
“Come on,” she rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “I need to know if I'll be a third wheel in this relationship. Not that I mind. I haven't had a threesome in a while.”
I stared at her blue eyes, so big and muted and terribly boring. The only eyes I’d like staring back at me are those of eyes that weren't eyes — deep-brown eyes.
Last night, Chloe had held me as she told me her dreams of becoming an inventor and how she'd want to make the world a better place. It would've sounded childish to the old me but right now I was very much in love with that plan. Hell, I even offered to be of her service. Why not? She was my mate.
A burst of creative energy rips through me every time I touch Chloe. It’s strange, powerful, and, to my dismay, unexplainable.
I don’t tread in unknown territory. And when I do, it’s only after I’ve studied all the variables. That doesn’t seem to be possible with a certain brunette who’s messing up my patterns, habits, and, most importantly, my equilibrium and for some reason, I liked it.
“You look gorgeous today.” Kylie’s annoying voice brings me out of my reverie.
“I’m gorgeous every day.” I grab her wrist with two fingers and throw her hand away. “Now off you go.” I pushed her in the direction of the door.
“But—”
“I won’t fuck you, Kylie. Go find yourself another dick. Jason to be precise. I’m sure you’ll survive the downgrade.”
“You’re such a prick.”
“I am a man after all.” I slid the bedroom door closed in her face and made a note to ask the maid never to give her the keys again.
After that, I took a shower and went for a drive. I wouldn't see the need to if Chloe had been around. I wanted to be around her more often.
I grabbed a coffee from the nearest coffee shop, making sure I told the owner she looks like a princess. Complete nonsense that she gobbled up without a hint of doubt. Then I consumed my three-shot espresso in one go and dunk the cup in the bin.
My brain restarted in quick overdrive, ready for whatever I dish his way. Yes, I know too much caffeine isn’t healthy, but I’m not beneath using crutches when I need an extra boost. Whether it’s cigarettes, coffee, or sex.
I slid into my McLaren and checked my phone to send Chloe a sweet good morning text.
Xavier : Morning, darling. I'm sorry I fell asleep halfway through our conversation. The wine got to me. I missed seeing your pretty face this morning.
I heard a ping and opened the notification. There was an attached photo to a text Chloe had sent.
Chloe : Here's your full day supply of Vitamin C, baby. Don't stare at it too much.
I lifted my gaze from her breasts and read the message again. She was talking about her face and here I was….
I threw my head back in genuine laughter. This woman was, by all accounts, the most entertaining thing since playing chess with Jason. Maybe even more so.
Xavier: Point is : did you dream about me?
Her reply was immediate. Something rare.
Usually, when I texted her, it'll take hours or even days for her to reply but now it was almost instant, if not instant.
I’m breaking that wall, brick by each brick.
Once I’m done, my darling Chloe will be fully mine.
No, she is mine already.