Xavier gripped her hip, squeezing it.
“When do I get to meet your parents?” he asked.
“Soon. Mom and Dad, they will have a lot of questions for you. Kind of scary questions as well.”
“Tell me these scary questions.”
She licked her lips, remembering that he didn’t have any real parents. “Okay, they’ll ask if you care about me, what you would do to keep me safe and loved. If you actually loved me. What your plans were for the future.”
“We’re getting married within the next week.”
“I know. I was thinking that’s how you could answer. They won’t be so hard on you.” She was going to be married to Xavier Leigh, but the biggest problem was she wanted to keep it a secret.
Being with him excited her, yet it made her nervous. He was wealthy, and she wasn’t. It was as simple as that.
The hand on her hip moved up her body to cup her breast. He pinched the nipple, making her moan.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he asked.
“I’m starting to get the idea.”
“Fuck, baby, your body. It’s a dream, and you turn me on. You’ve got no idea.”
Glancing down at his rock hard length gave her an idea of exactly how turned on he was.
“I know it has been some time. Are you ready for round two?”
Staring into his eyes, Anya felt a stirring. It was only small but it was there, and she didn’t understand it. This was only going to be an arrangement between the two of them, and yet, it was there. He made her ache. He made her yearn for him. This wasn’t going to be as simple as a quick fuck for kids.
No, Anya feared that she was going to start to fall for Xavier.
She hoped if it happened, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.
After all, he was only a bastard in the office.
One glorious week had passed. Xavier stared out of his office window, and couldn’t keep the smile from his face. He was married, and slowly, he was moving Anya into his place. Their wedding hadn’t been a big deal. No white dress, no flowers, no guests. Like Anya wanted, they’d gone down to the courtrooms during a break, and simply gotten married, signed the paperwork, sealed it all up, and he’d placed a ring on her finger. It had to be one of the coldest moments of his life. Then he recalled Anya’s smile, and nothing had been cold about that day. They all had to make sacrifices, and she was giving up her life to be with him.
There had been a few minor setbacks. She didn’t want anyone to know that he was married in the office, so the ring he wore was around his neck attached to a necklace. Anya wouldn’t wear her ring either, which pissed him the fuck off. She belonged to him. They were in the process of making a baby together, and they were husband and wife. It would only be a matter of time before it got out, and then she would have to face everyone.
They had also set a date for him to meet her parents. Another week to go, and he would know a little more about Anya. Spinning around, he found her talking to the lady who took the letters, Lottie. For some strange reason Anya believed it was good of him to remember colleagues’ names, or in his case, employees’ names. He didn’t really care to remember every single name in his employ. There were so many. He treated them well, and if they fucked up, he made sure they knew it. Growing up in foster care, he was always told when he was doing wrong, when he was fucking up. It didn’t stop him.
In fact, he got stronger, he got better, and when everyone else was praising someone else, he speared ahead. Life was a competition, one he always intended to win.
Getting to his feet, he made his way out the door.
“I had a great weekend, thank you. My husband took me out for a romantic dinner. Well, I thought it was romantic. We went for a picnic out near our old football field.”
“That sounds perfect,” Anya said, smiling.
He was blown away with that smile. Rarely did she smile at him.
“Morning, ladies,” he said, alerting them to his presence.
The smile disappeared from Anya’s gaze. Lottie looked flustered. “I’m sorry, sir. I’ll just be taking these letters.”
“It’s Lottie, right?” he asked.
“Yes. Yes, sir, it is.”