His Personal Assistant

What are you doing here?

Alessandra's POV

Unlocking the front door of my apartment, I scope out the living room and kitchen before dead bolting the door behind me. I quietly set down my purse and keys on a table, right next to the front door. Biting my lip, I check every single room; making sure that it is indeed empty and that I am in fact alone. Sighing exasperatedly, I fall onto my couch and close my eyes. A pounding headache announces itself by banging up against my temple, my eyes drooping from exhaustion. My anger and frustration dissipate leaving only guilt. Tears prick my eyes, I squeeze my eyes shut; willing myself not to cry. I shouldn't have yelled at Xavier like that. He was only trying to help me. Why do I always fucking do this?? Why do I always push away the few people that actually want to help me?? What the hell is wrong with me??

I bury my face in a pillow that was lying carelessly on the couch, I use it to muffle my scream. My eyes slowly but surely start to droop. Sleep wraps it's velvety cool fingers around me, pulling me into a deep slumber.

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I awaken to the sound of my phone ringing, anger creeps up inside of me at being awoken. I grab my phone and check the caller id. It's none other than Xavier, rolling my eyes I throw my phone on my couch and walk into my bathroom to take a much needed bath. My feet almost soundless against the hardwood floors, a chill shoots up my spine causing me to shiver. I wrap my arms around myself in a poor attempt to keep myself warm as I wait for my bath to fill up. Bubbles start to form and the powerful yet sweet aroma of my candles give the bathroom a cozy vibe. The candles being the only source illuminating the room.

I hop into the bath with one of my favourite books, Fateful by Claudia Gray. I immediately regret not bringing my phone into the bathroom with me. What if Dax calls? Great job Alessandra. Rolling my eyes at myself, I open up my book and drift off into the lives of Alec and Tess Davies.

Not even ten minutes later, a loud knock on my front door yanks me out of my little heaven. I breathe deeply, trying not to be mad at being interrupted. My little bit of anger is replaced by fear and curiosity. Who could it be? I swear to god if it's Jason, I'm going to stab him. I quickly throw on a dress that I had in my room before quietly heading towards the door. I freeze and change course to the kitchen. I grab a 'chef's knife' and grip it tightly, the blade facing the floor. I casually rest my arm behind my back. The knocking on the door becomes more persistent and urgent, I take a deep breath as I stand directly in front of the door.

I unlock the door and swing it open, ready to whip out the knife. A frown etches upon my face at the person standing in front of me, furious. My frown morphs into a sheepish grin, I spin on my heel and head back to the kitchen and place the knife back in it's rightful place. "What the hell were you gonna do with that?!? And are you fucking stupid?!?!?" I jump at the loud and aggressive tone, I turn to face Xavier. "What are you doing here?" I ask calmly and quietly which seems to only piss him off even more. "What am I doing HERE? Well the question is what the HELL are YOU doing HERE?!? That man knows you live here so why on Earth would you come back here?!?" He shouts, his face red. Anger yet concern swimming in his eyes. My mind refuses to get mad at him for yelling at me instead I just sigh and lean against the kitchen counter.

"I don't know what I was thinking. It doesn't matter where I go, he will find me. He always does. And seriously why does it matter? Why do you care?" My voice comes out as a quiet whisper, my voice nearly breaking and my eyes on the verge of tears. "I'm just your assistant." I state turning around to grab a washcloth. A hand grips my elbow and spins me around, my body now pressed up against Xavier's. His lips just inches away from mine, my skin ignites with tingles and warmth wherever we make skin to skin contact. "You're not just my assistant Alessandra. I want so much more." He whispers, his voice husky but filled with compassion. "You have no idea what you do to me. I want you to be my girlfriend." My eyes widen in shock, my mouth opening and closing. He looks down at me, his eyes wondering further down to my breasts. His green eyes darken in lust, he leans further down towards me. Pulling my body even closer to his, if that is even possible. "Alessandra, are you wearing anything underneath this dress?" He questions, his arm around my waist tightens even more.

I shake my head, no. He inhales sharply. "Fuck." He crashes his lips onto mine, I wrap my arms around his neck. Tangling my fingers in his brown hair, I pull myself closer to him. One thing leads to another.....