Chapter 15: The Explosion
“Based on the first quarter graph, the Twin Towers project is experiencing licensing issues in the sector...”
The Director of Development's voice sounded like the buzzing of a bee in Xavier's ears. Faint and extremely annoying.
Xavier sat in the executive chair with his back straight, but that was the only thing that looked normal about him. Behind the large wooden desk, his hand gripped the armrest so tightly that his knuckles turned white. The veins in his neck bulged, holding back the wave of heat that was getting crazier.
His body felt like it was being roasted alive over hot coals. Cold sweat began to trickle down his temples, down to his hardened jaw.
Next to him, Frans typed at lightning speed on his laptop. His fingers danced on the keyboard, but his handsome face looked very sour. His lips muttered softly, grumbling.
“Damn it. Truly damn it. Last night at two in the morning I was still busy in a shootout with the Italian clan, my hands felt like they had been beaten, and this morning? I was told to type up meeting minutes about cement prices?”
Frans pressed the Enter key roughly, as if wanting to break the button.
“My dignity has fallen so low. Viona should be doing this, but the Boss's Wife told her to scrub the floor with a toothbrush instead. Just watch out if my salary doesn't triple.”
Xavier heard the grumbling, but he didn't have the energy to reply. The heat was now centered in his lower abdomen, throbbing painfully, demanding immediate release. His expensive trousers felt tighter and more torturous every second. The friction of the fabric against his skin alone was enough to make him want to groan.
He loosened his tie roughly. He had unbuttoned the top button of his shirt five minutes ago, but it felt like the oxygen in the room was getting thinner.
“Mr. Xavier?”
Director Bernard's voice broke his wild daydream. All eyes in the room were now on Xavier, waiting for approval.
“What do you think about the additional budget for this concrete foundation? Shall we approve it?”
Xavier blinked. He didn't hear a single word. All he heard was his own racing heartbeat and the image of Agatha panting from the heat in his room.
“Damn it,” muttered Xavier hoarsely.
“Excuse me? Mr. Xavier?” Director Bernard was confused.
Frans realized something was wrong. He saw Xavier's face which was bright red like a boiled crab. He glanced under the table briefly, then his eyes widened in shock. As a fellow adult male, he knew exactly what was happening behind the desk.
Frans grinned widely. His mischievous nature emerged. He brought his face closer to Xavier's ear.
“Boss,” whispered Frans amusedly. “You, you are 'standing up', aren't you? In the middle of a board meeting?”
Xavier turned sharply. His eyes flashed savagely, ready to pounce on Frans at any moment.
“Shut your mouth or I'll rip it open,” growled Xavier.
Frans held back his laughter until his shoulders shook. “Oh my god, Xav. What medicine did your wife give you earlier? Bull soup? Horse dose Viagra? You're like a pubescent teenager watching an adult movie for the first time.”
“Shut up, Frans,” hissed Xavier. His breath was getting shorter.
“Mr. Xavier?” called Director Bernard again, this time with a worried tone. “You look unwell. Your face is very red. Should we call a doctor?”
The word 'doctor' made Xavier's defenses crumble completely. He imagined his personal 'doctor' waiting for him in the next room.
Xavier slammed the table hard.
BANG!
The mineral water glass in front of him tipped over and shattered on the floor.
Total silence fell over the room. Director Bernard took a step back, his face pale. Frans, who was typing, jumped in surprise.
“Get out,” growled Xavier with a terrifyingly low voice.
“Excuse me, Sir? But the foundation discussion hasn't...”
“I SAID GET OUT!”
Xavier's shout thundered, bouncing off the soundproof meeting room walls. He stood up suddenly, grabbing his jacket with a quick movement to cover his front.
“Meeting postponed! Get out of here, all of you! RIGHT NOW! Or I'll fire you all!”
The old directors didn't need to be told twice. They packed up their files in panic, bumping into each other, and running out of the room like school students yelled at by a fierce teacher. Within seconds, the room was empty.
Only Frans remained, now laughing out loud while clutching his stomach.
“Amazing! A new history!” exclaimed Frans in between laughs. “ The Property King of Paris, the devil himself, Xavier Calestiano Valois, dismissed a trillion-dollar project meeting just because he was... badly turn on! Your wife is a legend, Xav!”
Xavier stared at Frans with a murderous look. Sweat soaked his forehead.
“Key,” demanded Xavier. His outstretched hand trembled.
“What key? Key to heaven?” teased Frans while twirling the access card on his finger.
“Spare key to my room, bastard! Quick!”
Frans threw the magnetic access card at Xavier. Xavier caught it deftly.
“Enjoy your time, Boss. Don't break your desk,” teased Frans casually, returning to look at his laptop screen. “Go. Let me take care of these damn minutes. Bullet war last night, typing this morning... the fate of being your right-hand man is indeed heavy.”
Xavier ignored Frans's babbling. He turned and walked quickly out of the room with wide strides. His mind was focused on only one thing.
Agatha.
He had to unleash this heat on the culprit.
Xavier half-ran down the long corridor toward his room. several employees who passed him immediately stepped aside and bowed in fear seeing the murderous aura emitted by their boss.
Arriving in front of the CEO's double doors, Xavier pressed his access card with a trembling hand due to impatience.
Beep. Click.
The door opened.
The cold AC air greeted him instantly, but it didn't help soothe the fire inside his body. His eyes immediately swept the entire room.
And there she was.
Agatha sat on the edge of the black leather sofa. Her position looked pitiful yet tempting. Her legs were close together, her hands gripping the edge of the sofa tightly until her knuckles turned white. Her head was tilted back, her breathing sounded ragged. Sweat flowed down her slender neck. Her simple dress looked slightly wet with sweat.
Agatha turned when she heard the door open. Her hazel eyes were glazed, clouded by desire and the torturous pain of abdominal cramps.
“You...” Agatha's voice sounded weak.
Xavier slammed the door shut again. The sound of the automatic lock was loud.
He threw his jacket in a random direction. His eyes stared at Agatha hungrily. Like a wolf looking at a lamb.
“Backfired, Mrs. Valois?” mocked Xavier with a dangerous low voice.
Xavier stepped forward. One step. Two steps. Closing the distance between them quickly.
Agatha wanted to retreat, wanted to run, but her legs cramped severely. The ginseng effect and her monthly period were truly a deadly combination that paralyzed her motor nerves. Her body refused to move, instead craving touch.
“Don't come closer...” squeaked Agatha without energy.
“Why?” Xavier now stood towering over her. He rested both hands on the back of the sofa, caging Agatha in between. “You made me like this. You lit the fire. Now, you have to be responsible for extinguishing it.”
Xavier leaned down. Agatha's scent, a mixture of sweat, a distinctive natural rose scent mixed with perfume-free soap which pierced straight into his sense of smell, snapping whatever sanity he had left.
Without warning, Xavier snatched Agatha's lips.
It wasn't a kiss. It was an attack.
Their lips collided roughly. Xavier devoured Agatha's lips aggressively, demandingly, and full of hunger. His tongue forced its way in, inviting Agatha's tongue to fight in a chaotic rhythm.
“Hmmph!”
Agatha hit Xavier's broad chest with her weak fists. She tried to push the man away, but Xavier's strength, dominated by aphrodisiacs, was many times stronger.
Xavier didn't care. He gripped the nape of Agatha's neck, holding her head so she couldn't turn away, then deepened the kiss. He bit Agatha's lower lip until she moaned, giving deeper access for Xavier to suck every inch of sweetness there.
The kiss was hot, wet, and suffocating. Their breath hitched, blending into one. Xavier's hand went down, squeezing Agatha's waist possessively, pulling the limp woman's body tightly against him.
They burned together. Punishing each other, yet enjoying each other amidst the pain and torturous passion.