Xavier: A Men of Gotham Novel by Daisy Allen

Author:Daisy Allen [Allen, Daisy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-27T00:00:00+00:00

Seventeen

Her

Somehow I've managed to stay away from Xavier for almost a week. One of the longest weeks of my whole fucking life.

I didn't see him, I didn't call him, I didn't text. All questions for his apartment, I send through to his work email address and someone nameless replies. But I don’t think it’s him.

After the bombshell he left me on my birthday, it was probably best that we had some time apart. Truth is, after he kissed me, I wasn't quite sure if I could stop him if he wanted something more.

Of course, he wants something more. If I'm honest, so do I.

He isn't the only one living in a perpetual state of suspension. From the moment I saw him again at the fundraiser, it feels like there are parts of my body, my mind, that has come out of hibernation. Even apart, we seem to have been living parallel lives.

But you can't do this, you can't be with him. There's a reason you pushed him away then and nothing has changed that reality. Don't do this to yourself.

It feels like I've been telling myself that on loop for the last five days. And apparently, I don't listen.

The doorman opens the door and tips his hat. He's used to me coming in and out the last few weeks as I’ve worked on Xavier's apartment. I use the security keycard Xavier gave me to have access to his apartment to let myself and the delivery men in and press 31 on the panel.

I run my hands down my red dress as the elevator creeps up to his floor. I don't even know what I'm doing here. I don't have any business to discuss with him. I just couldn't stand another day of not seeing him.

I take a deep breath and step into his living area.

Someone crashes into me, knocking me to my feet, temporarily winding me.

"Oh! Shit! Sorry!" She holds out her hand and I take it, letting her pull me to my feet.

The woman is striking. Tall, redheaded, dressed in a pantsuit that looks like it was custom made for her. Every inch of her perfect body.

She's holding an overnight bag in her other hand, a Burberry coat flung over her arm.

"Fuck, sorry, I'm such a mess. I’m late and just in such a hurry. Hope you're okay!"

"Oh, um, yeah, I'm fine, no harm done."

"Xavier! I'm on my way out!" she yells over her shoulder as she rushes over to the still open elevator. I can't help wanting to flee with her but the last thing I want is to be stuck in an elevator with Xavier's overnight guest. Especially one looking like that.

She's long gone by the time he comes out of the bathroom, wearing just a pair of track pants, drying his hair on a towel.

It's the first time since we reconnected that I've seen him without a top, and I'm almost speechless by what I see. His body is ripped, his chest and stomach look like they've been sculpted out of marble.

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