Chapter 30 ONLY MY COCK IN YOUR PRETTY MOUTH

Chapter 30 ONLY MY COCK IN YOUR PRETTY MOUTH
XAVIER POV

THE NEXT MORNING 

I was still scanning the latest performance stats for Apex Global Investments on my tablet. When I told Kade to walk with me to the site.

On our way through the complex, Kade gave me the rundown. “Estate staff will be fully briefed and ready by this evening. Camila moves in tomorrow. Jules also asked me to check with you about expanding the security perimeter at Veronica’s house.”

“Tell Jules to make sure she can’t know she’s being watched. Not by any means,” I said, the words coming out sharper than I intended. I sounded obsessive. I didn’t care.

“Understood,” Kade replied evenly.

We rounded the final corner and the Vanguard Mall site opened up before us. A handful of workers were already on site, setting up. Morning sunlight poured through the massive glass dome, spilling warm gold across the polished concrete floor.

Veronica walked toward us, a folder tucked under one arm. Her hair was pulled into a sleek high ponytail that swayed with every step. The deep burgundy dress hugged her figure just enough to make my pulse kick. She looked at me intensely. She looked all professional, composed—and dangerously alluring. I felt myself twitch, half-hard before she even reached us.

Kade glanced sideways at me and sighed. “There it is. That damn smirk. You have a wife, man… interesting.”

I ignored him and crossed the floor to meet her. “Good morning, kitten.”

She looked up into my eyes for a split second, then dropped her gaze, blinking rapidly.

“Shy?” I asked, letting the smirk deepen as I reached her.

I slipped a finger under her chin and gently closed her parted lips. “This is a meeting, amor. If you keep that pretty mouth open that long, something’s bound to slip inside it.” Her cheeks flushed instantly. “And the only thing I want in your pretty mouth is my cock.”

She gasped.

Kade winced. A couple of workers standing several feet away coughed awkwardly, eyes wide with shock. I hadn’t meant for it to carry, but the words had landed loud and clear.

Veronica recovered first, narrowing her eyes. “Are you this obnoxious with every woman you meet?”

“Jealous?” I countered smoothly.

“What? No!” She brushed past me, and I fell into step beside her, grinning. 

Hahaha. Love is definitely in the air.

VERONICA POV

The driver pulled up in front of the Vanguard Mall site and I stepped out, thinking I’d arrived early. But Xavier was already there, hands tucked casually into his pockets. The moment he spotted me, his shoulders relaxed and that signature, slightly dangerous smile spread across his face.

He wore a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, the top few buttons undone to reveal a hint of tanned chest, paired with tailored black trousers. He looked effortlessly irresistible. For one heartbeat, I genuinely forgot how to breathe.

My mouth must have fallen open because he closed the distance and tapped a finger under my chin, gently shutting it. He murmured something filthy about why it was open and something about his cock. Heat flooded my face. I walked past him quickly. “Show me the site.”

“Gladly,” he said, his large palm settling at the small of my back to guide me inside. The touch was light, possessive, and far too warm.

Inside, the team—including Kade—was already waiting with sketch pads and notepads. 

The workers' eyes flickered over me with curiosity but none of them said anything.

“It’s a two-level space,” Xavier explained, gesturing around us. “Ground floor plus a mezzanine.”

The architect unrolled the preliminary plans on a makeshift table. “We could position the entrance here,” he said, pointing. “Double-height doorway, soft-lit interior, discreet signage. It would feel elegant and welcoming.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want anything too flashy at the front. I value privacy for my customers—and myself. People come to a bakery for comfort, not to feel on display.”

“What about zoning?” the project manager asked.

I walked slowly through the empty shell of the space, already picturing the flow in my mind. Real bakeries needed smart separation: front-of-house for sales and experience, back-of-house strictly for production to maintain hygiene and efficiency.

“The front third should be dedicated to display,” I said. “Open glass cases and counters where customers can see fresh pastries the moment they walk in. Make it inviting, and attention grabbing.

I continued, “The middle section can be for seating. Cozy tables and booths, comfortable enough that people want to linger and enjoy their order.”

“And the back?” the architect prompted.

“That could be for production and storage. That’s where the actual baking, prep, and dry/cold storage happen.”

Xavier stepped in. “What about display lighting?”

I took a breath, visualizing it. “Soft, warm lighting. Nothing harsh. The pastries should look irresistible the moment customers walk in.”

One of the workers nodded, clearly impressed. “For the interior, I was thinking soft neutral tones with warm wood accents?”

I smiled slightly. “Exactly. It should feel warm and welcoming, almost like stepping into someone’s well-loved kitchen.”

“What about the mezzanine?” Xavier asked, watching me closely.

“Reserved seating,” I said. “A quiet, elevated corner—soft seating, a small tea station, fresh flowers. Somewhere intimate, away from the main crowd.”

I couldn’t stop picturing it coming together—the scent of buttery pastries, the low hum of conversation. It felt real for the first time.

His gaze flicked to me. “You’ve got great taste, Veronica.”

A soft warmth crept to my cheeks at the compliment. “Well, since you’re funding this, you can always add your ideas too.”

He tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Keep the back office near the staff entrance. Deliveries shouldn’t pass through the customer area.”

“Security?” Another worker added.

“Discreet,” I replied. “Cameras should be in key areas, nothing intrusive. Customers should feel comfortable, not watched.”

The team jotted everything down. By the time we wrapped up the first round, a quiet excitement settled in my chest. It all felt… real. Like something I had only imagined was finally taking shape.

Then Xavier’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen.

“Give me a minute,” he said, stepping into a quiet alcove to take the call.

I tried to focus on the plan, but my eyes kept drifting to him. Oh god, what the hell is wrong with me?

He stood with one hand in his pocket, speaking in a low voice. He caught my gaze. My breath caught and I looked away too fast, pretending to see... something . Gosh, why was I starting?

He came back with amusement in his eyes to stand right in front of me. "I know I'm ridiculously hot and handsome. You don’t have to stare quite so obviously, kitten." he murmured. "Are you attracted to me, amor?"

"No! What?" | cleared my throat. "I was just thinking of light features.”

"The only glow in this room is me, so I'll assume you were dazzled by my brilliance." He winked.

"You're such narcissistic!"

He tilted his head slightly, studying me like I’d just said something interesting instead of insulting. Then he stepped closer—just enough to make my breath hitch.

“I’m not just self-obsessed…” he murmured, voice dropping.

His gaze locked onto mine, slow and deliberate.

“I’m obsessed with you too.”

I bit my lip, trying (and failing) to hide the fresh wave of blush. What the fuck… this man is giving me damn butterflies. Hell no, they’re dragonflies, and they keep exploding in my stomach.

I pushed the feeling down and said quickly, “I can start work tomorrow.”

He arched his brow. “No. There are still plenty of details to iron out.”

“I just don’t want to waste any more of your time. I’m sure you have far more important things—”

“You’re the most important thing I have to attend to,” he cut in smoothly, eyes locked on mine. “And there’s nothing else I’d rather do.”

“Actually,” Kade’s voice interrupted from behind us, “you have seven appointments today.”

Xavier shot him a glare that could freeze lava. “Cancel all of it.”

Kade’s eyes widened. “You’re sure?”

The glare intensified. Kade raised his hands in surrender and nodded.

I swallowed. “We can meet tomorrow. Really, it’s fine.”

“Let’s go have lunch, kitten.” Xavier was already guiding me toward the elevators with that same warm hand at my back, leaving the team behind.

He took me to one of the finest restaurants in the mall—an elegant, calm space with tall windows, soft lighting, and impeccable décor. The manager lit up the moment he saw Xavier and ushered us to a private corner booth.

“This is totally optional, you know,” I muttered once we were seated.

“Why? Afraid spending more time with me will make you fall for my charms?”

I gritted my teeth. “You’re mistaken.”

He grinned, leaning in. “Oh, right. I forgot. You already fell. Five years ago.”

I opened my mouth to snap back, irritation flaring, when my phone buzzed in my pocket.

I pulled it out instinctively—and my stomach dropped.

The number on the screen made my blood run cold.

I thought I’d blocked Moni.