Wanted Always (Xander Barns) by Tork Sarah

Author:Tork, Sarah [Tork, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Sarah Tork
Published: 2013-10-20T21:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

*Demetria*

I don’t care if I have to stay here all night; I’m not leaving till I see Xander.

Tonight is the night. The waiting around is officially over; it’s time to take life and love into my own hands, and make what I want to happen, happen. That’s the way things work in life. If you want something bad enough, you have to go out and make it happen, doing whatever it takes, letting no man or woman distract you from your goal.

I pity any man or woman who dares stand in my way, especially in my current mood. I’ve been waiting for over an hour for Xander to come home. How long is his charity work going to take him?

I look down for the first time since arriving; my hot chocolate is finished, and the cup is sitting there empty. That reminds me of something, my heart. The only way I can fill the void is if I ask for a refill; the same as my heart, I need a refill of Xander.

Desperately.

And as if the love gods are listening to my despair, a familiar car pulls up to the curb in front of the hotel.

I know that car. I’ve ridden in that car. That’s Xander’s car!

Oh my God! Baby! My fingers tremble as they grip the empty cup. I slowly slide off the stool, shoving the empty cup into the trash can that’s nestled beside my table. It’s as if my blood is frozen, and after so long, I am about to come face-to-face with the love of my life, and only he can make my blood flow again. I will do anything to be with Xander; even sit in a pedestrian-ridden Tim Horton’s for over an hour, drinking commoner drinks.

Goodbye commoner mother-ship. I hope I never have to step foot into one of you again. Even though your hot chocolate was not that bad. A lady of my stature does not buy hot drinks from places like Tim Horton’s. She gets them made fresh during brunch at a high-class hotel after a night of making love with her one and only love.

A cool breeze hits me, refreshing my senses from the stale odor that consumes the airflow back inside. I feel like I’m about to catch an airborne disease from how bad it smells in there.

Ugh! Disgusting! The things I do for love. My eyes are transfixed on the car as it sits idle by the curb. I zip my waist–length, creamy-white mink jacket while I wait for the crosswalk to turn green.

I follow the rules sometimes.

But, not all the time.

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