CHAPTER 27—XAVIER POV

It's been a week since I've seen Amelia.

I was missing her. I didn't even try and deny it. It was so easy to become addicted to her, time and time again.

"Boss man!" Leroy danced into my office. I roll my eyes but can't help to chuckle at his happy mood. "Alexander Chopra wants a meeting with you,"

"Sure, set it up and tell me the time," I told him. I was curious as to what he had to say to me now.

A few hours later, I'm knocking on Chopra's door, and lets me in. Sitting opposite him we begin talking.

"I've heard that you spoke to Miss Davis?" he asked, a single eyebrow raised in intrigue.

"I did, and now thanks to you, I'm getting my company back on its feet," I lied.

The entire plan between me and Amelia was to make Chopra believe that Kings Corp. was all mine so he couldn't have any stake in it. Then, when she bought it off me, Chopra wouldn't be able to help but beg her for a partnership.

Over these few weeks I've real that she loves power, and as much as she's a hard worker she prefers people coming to her and not the other way around.

My conscious kept asking me why I was helping her, and honestly, I didn't know. I told myself it was the least I could do after what I put her through.

Secretly, I also wanted to see Chopra fall. He was so smug and overconfident, and it would be entertaining to see his face when he saw what we did. But Amelia was in a much better position to make that happen.

"I like helping people. It's what I do." He smirks. "So much so that I would love to work with you, Xavier."

So that was his plan.

"As much as I'm grateful to you, I'm not interested in working with you," I said, getting up and getting ready to leave.

"You think you're the only smart one, Mr King. If anything, I know that Amelia isn't a quitter. Work with me, and I can protect your company."

"You think I can't handle myself? I was married to her. I think I know better than you," I defended myself.

He raises his hands in surrender.

I'm walking out of the building when I bump into Amelia going up the stairs as I go down.

Why is she here? What if Chopra's right about her? She could still be working with him.

"He called you for a meeting too?" she stopped and asked me.

"Yeah, is that why you're here?" I asked, and she nodded. I felt that heavy feeling in my chest evaporate.

"What did he talk to you about?" she asked.

"I'll wait in my car outside. We'll talk after your meeting," I suggested, and she nodded.

I go sit in my car, impatiently tapping the steering wheel, waiting for her.

Their meeting ends quicker than I expected, and I can hear the tapping of Amelia's heels against the concrete of the car park.

I beeped my horn to grab her attention so she could hear me. She jogs as fast as she can in her heels to my car.

She looks great—her hair is down, the wind slightly blowing her dark curls. Her white dress is slightly figure hugging.

"Hey." She smiles as she sits in the passenger seat.

"How was it?" I asked. 

"Nothing much. He just said he knows I'm up to something, and he wants in on it." She shrugs.

"And what did you say?"

"What do you think I said?" She pulls down my sun shield and reapplies her lipgloss in its mirror. "I made him believe that he ruined my plan."

"Well, that's good. The less he knows, the better," I said awkwardly.

"Exactly!" She rubs her lips together, "How did yours go?" she asked, still looking at herself in the mirror.

"He wanted to work with me to protect me from you." I sighed. "He's certain that you're still trying to ruin Kings Corp."

Her face dropped. "Well, as long as you know that's not true, it doesn't matter what anyone says," she said.

"I know what's going on I won't get brainwashed by Chopra," I said. I feel like I'm reassuring her.

"What did you say to him when he said that?" she said, finally closing the sun shield and looking at me.

"I said he doesn't have to worry about me. I was married to you. I know how to protect myself," I joked.

Her eyes widened, but she broke out into a smile. "You did not say that!" She playfully slapped my arm.

"Where am I dropping you off?" I asked as I started the car.

"Just my place. You obviously know where that is since you made your big dramatic entrance,” she joked.

The drive was in comfortable silence, and in a few minutes, I stopped outside her house.

She gets out of the car but taps the window of the passenger seat.

"Thanks for dropping me." She smiles after I've rolled the window down.

She turned away to walk into her house, but before I could drive away, she stopped and turned back round.

"We could end what we started the other week?" she asked suggestively.

Last week?

Oh, last week.

Her eyes twinkled.

"My car windows are tinted," I teased.

Her house had a large amount of land around it that was all private, so I knew that no one would see anything.

I got out of the front and sat in the back. As soon as I was on the seat, she opened the back door from the other side and set herself on my lap.

She starts placing kisses on my lips, each kiss is brief and soft. My hands rest on her hips as I intensify the kiss.

Her minty breath fans against my face, my lips hot on hers. She's got one hand on my shoulder and the other is in my hair.

She smirks against my lips, before softly biting down on them. It doesn't hurt but send a shiver throughout my body which I know she loves.

Slowly she starts grinding against me, rubbing against my already hard boner.

My hand goes up her dress, rubbing her bare legs. Her breathing gets heavy as she unbuttons the first few buttons of my top, moving her lips off of mine and onto my neck.

She backs away, sitting on the console between the driver and passenger seat, and unbuttons my pants. As soon as she pulled my boxers down, I was already poking out.

She takes it in her hands, slowly rubbing it, my head leans back as she circles her tongue around the tip. She's being painfully teasing.

She puts all of it in her mouth, the warm wetness of her tongue making me even harder.

She looks at me from under her lashes, her eyes slightly watery, but she's got that glimmer of excitement in her eyes.

Soon she climbs back onto my lap, pulling her panties to the side and positions herself on me so I'm inside her.

She moves around a bit before getting comfortable, then starts bouncing up and down on my lap.

My grip on her hips tightened as she grinds against me. Her lips meet mine again and she kisses me hard.

Her soft moans are like music to my ears. I'm on the bridge of climax, and she's not helping as she goes faster. Her legs press against mine as she moans louder.

Within the next moment I've released, chest rising rapidly as I'm trying to control my breath. She smiles contently, from the look of it she's statistics as well.

She fiddles with the pocket in her dress, whilst I'm still inside her, pulling a wrinkled tissue out.

"You got lipgloss all over you." She wiped my lips casually.

She hopped of me, and I quickly pulled my boxers and trousers up.

"My assistant will contact you," she said professionally as she got out of the car. Her switch from friendly to formal was quick.