When he found it, he inmed the tip and ced it in his mouth.
"Until I found out you had a beef with Xavier’s wife, so I thought you might be the perfect person to teach her a few lessons." Then he turned to her. "You also turned out to be a good fuck. So don’t feel special, Michelle. I could change my mind anytime and decide to put you up for trade." He took a few drags of the cigarette in between his fingers and released the puff of smoke in her face.
"We’ve been together for two months already. I’m sure I’m more than just a good fuck to you Xander," Michelle defended, looking at Xander who lookedpletely the same as Xavier.
The day he’d rescued her from her ident which nearly took her life, she’d thought it was Xavier. However, when he revealed himself to be Xander Wace, she didn’t know what to think since the Wace family had never revealed Xavier had a twin brother.
When Xander tore his gaze from her, his back facing her this time, Michelle took the opportunity to creep at his back, rubbing his skin ever so gently.
"You know I’ve always wondered what happened between you and the Wace family. We’ve been together for a few months and you’ve refused to tell me any—" Michelle didn’t get the chance toplete her words when she suddenly felt her hand being pulled by a strong force.
"How many times have I told you to stop meddling?" Xander questioned, his eyes darker than the night as he red into her soul. His grip tightened on her wrist, making her yelp in pain.
"You think because Ie to your room every night we’ve grown some kind of bond for you to question me about my personal life however you like?" He added, his grip only turning tighter which made Michelle believe he was going to snap her wrist into two in a few seconds.
"I-I’m sorry, p-please let me go," she cried.
"You’re a slut and that’s what you’ll continue to be, do you understand?" He yelled, his tone sharp enough to slit her throat. Immediately, Michelle nodded.
Xander threw her wrist away from his sight, which resulted in her falling onto the bed.
"Perhaps I’ve been too lenient on you, making you feel special and all. But this had better not repeat itself," he warned, standing up from the bed and wearing back his clothes.
Michelle watched him with teary eyes but didn’t dare to retaliate.
Xander didn’t even spare her a single nce before he left the room.
As soon as he was out of her sight, Michelle wiped off her tears, her hands clenched on the quilt in anger as she gnashed her teeth.
Xander adjusted his clothes as he headed downstairs. He suddenly felt the eyes of someone on his bed.
He turned to find Samantha leaning on a door as she studied him up and down with an unreadable expression.
"What? Are you taking in how handsome I am?" He quipped, his lips stretching to form a grin.
"You smell like you just had sex," she blurted out which earned her a slight frown from Xander. "He wants to see you."
"What could he possibly want this time around," Xander asked, taking a few steps toward Samantha.
"No idea," she responded, taking in his ruffled outfit with her dark green eyes, scanning every detail before she looked away. "Regarding Xavier, for the past two months, he’d been tearing down every hideout his men have been able to find. It wouldn’t take long before he finds us here."
"Are you forgetting we’re in apletely far location? Xavier can never find us here since the satellite can’t even track us here. I made sure of it," he replied.
"Haven’t you gotten a little too cockytely?" Samantha asked, which earned her a cocked-up eyebrow from Xander. "Never mind. He still wants to talk to you, and I don’t think your confidence in thinking Xavier won’t find us is helpful at the moment. He’s still raging."
"Who wouldn’t be raging? If I was in his position, I would also be raging. Imagine finding out your wife has been kidnapped with your unborn baby and you don’t even know if they’re alive. Unfortunately for him, only one of them survived."