Her nails dug into his skin, her anger boiling over at his constant jabs and insults towards her. As tears welled up in her eyes, she couldn't help but absorb every hurtful word he hurled her way. The weight of his words felt like stones crushing down on her spirit, but she refused to let him break her. "You must like older men, then," Xavier added.
"What." Cathleen paused a bit and went on, "Does it bruise your ego that I don't like you, Mr. Knight?" Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she refused to let them fall in front of this stoic, unfeeling man. She scoffed, the sound bitter and full of hurt, the tears still lingering on her lashes. She braced herself against the emotional onslaught, determined not to show any weakness in his presence. His icy demeanor only added to the weight crushing down on her heart.
"You don't like me, and I don't like you; it's mutual. I hate you; you are not even anywhere close to what I like. I am still taking your shit because I want your father to get well. But right now, I think I've heard enough of your shit!" With a swift motion, she broke free from his grasp and delivered a powerful kick to his balls. The air was filled with the sound of her boot connecting with his sensitive area. She stood tall and victorious, a fierce look in her eyes as she defended herself. It was a moment of sweet justice and satisfaction as she took control of the situation.
Xavier let out a guttural groan, the sound reverberating through his body as the intense pain from his sprained groin spread like wildfire. He gritted his teeth together, desperate to find some relief from the agony coursing through him. The veins in his face bulged and pulsed with his clenched jaw, a visual representation of the searing discomfort he was enduring.
"That's for disrespecting your father, you moron!" After uttering those words, Cathleen hastily dashed out of the imposing house and made her way to her luxurious car waiting in the driveway. The sun's rays danced off the sleek exterior, giving it a golden glow. She quickly settled into the plush leather seats and zoomed off towards her sprawling villa, nestled amongst tall palm trees and overlooking the crystal blue waters of the ocean. As she drove along the winding coastal road, the salty sea breeze caressed her face and filled her nostrils with its refreshing scent. Her excitement grew with each passing mile as she neared her vacation home which now seems to be her home instead of a vacation home, eager to soak up the sunshine and escape from the hustle and bustle of daily life. But how can she because thunder started rumbling.
Xavier remained stoic in his stance, refusing to let the pain show as he tended to his balls. It was a rare occurrence for anyone to strike him, but today Cathleen landed two solid slaps and a swift kick in his most vulnerable area. She was the only one brave enough to lay a hand on him, and she knew exactly where to strike. A place that was to bring forth the knight's offerings. The sharp sting of her blows lingered on his skin, swirling with a mix of pleasure and pain. But Xavier refused to let it break him; instead, he stood tall and unyielding, like a statue carved from marble. His jaw clenched as he took deep breaths, trying to push away the discomfort and focus on regaining control. Despite the intense throbbing in his groin, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for Cathleen's boldness and strength. She truly was a force to be reckoned with.
His laughter echoed through the room, savage and loud, till even his assistant Caleb could not ignore it any longer. Caleb hurried over, worried about what could be causing such mirth. When he entered the room, he found his master doubled over in pain, clutching at his cock with a look of agony on his face. The once dignified man now seemed like a wild animal caught in a trap, his laughter turning into desperate moans as he struggled to find relief from the pain that was now so uncomfortable.
"Get me a doctor. My wife gave me a good kick in the balls." Caleb's eyes widened with surprise, his hand flying to his parted lips in an attempt to contain his laughter. He couldn't believe that someone had finally defied the notorious Xavier Alexander Knight. But it appeared that the unshakeable facade of the man had been cracked by none other than his own wife. Caleb fought to regain his composure and answered the question, trying not to let any hint of a smirk show on his face.
"Of course, sir." With a sly grin, he turned sharply on his heel and strode out of the room in swift, confident steps. His laughter bubbled up inside of him, but he clenched his jaw to stifle it, determined to keep up the charade until he was safely out of sight. As he made his exit, the sound of his boots echoing against the wooden floors seemed to add to the mischievous energy that radiated from him. A wave of laughter burst forth from Caleb's chest, echoing through the hallway before he could even reach for his phone to contact the Knight family doctor. He paused, unsure of how to explain the absurd situation that had him doubled over with mirth. The sheer ridiculousness of it all made it almost impossible for him to form coherent thoughts, let alone words. His body shook with glee as he struggled to regain control and compose himself to explain the situation to the puzzled doctor on the other side of the line.
"Well, you are needed at the villa; my boss has a situation." Caleb's face was contorted in a struggle to keep a straight face, his eyes shining with the effort of holding back his amusement.
"What situation?" The doctor asked.
"He was kicked in the nuts by his wife." Caleb's eyes crinkled at the corners, and his face lit up with a wide grin. The doctor's mouth stretched into a similar expression as they both doubled over in laughter. Tears streamed down their faces as they struggled to catch their breath.
"Okay, on my way." The doctor said