The Contract

C H A P T E R T W E L V E

Edited**

Xavier's Pov.

Exiting the bathroom, my eyes scanned the room for Emily but she wasn't there.

Where is this girl!?

Ugh! I hope she doesn't cause me trouble...

Walking towards my bed, I slipped on one of my shirts and was about to go look for her when I spotted a female figure sitting on the balcony.

I quietly walked over and stared at the woman. It was her but she looked different. She had a different emotion. She looked.....broken, in pain. Like she's sick and tired of something or someone.

Walking towards her, I stood quietly behind her. Noticing my presence, she shot her head toward me. She gave me a light smile and got up.

"Are you---"

"I'm fine" she cut me off and left.

But something was wrong. Her eyes said the opposite and it showed pain.

I should just stay off her business. I shouldn't care.

Pushing the thought of her away for my head, I left the hotel to attend another meeting.

...

Emily's Pov.

"Passenger's please buckle your seat belts. We're about to land" the pilot announced at I quickly buckle my seat belt.

After a few minutes, the jet landed and we unbuckled our seat belts and exit the jet.

We were finally back in America!

Following Xavier, we both sat in the car as the driver drove off with us.

I poke my head through the window and I smiled as the wind hit my face but quickly pull my head back inside because it was too cold.

It's still snowing...

Letting out a breath, I opened my phone and scrolled through my news feed.

Ping!

There was another notification which came from Mark...The picture shows Mark and Rena kissing.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance and continue scrolling through my news feed.

Why does he keeps tagging me in his pictures? It's so annoying!

After 2 hours, we finally pulled up at Xavier's house. Exiting the car, I struggle to take my suitcase out while Xavier opened his door.

'What a gentleman!' I said with sarcastic dripping in my voice.

Pulling my suitcase towards the door, a maid came rushing outside and took my suitcase away from me. "Let me help, madam," she said and carried my suitcase away before I could've responded.

"Follow me" Xavier finally spoke to me after 2 days and I nodded my head.

I don't know what's his problem. He keeps ignoring me and doesn't reply to simple questions like 'are we going home today?'

Seriously, what's wrong with him?

Shaking my head, I followed him up the stairs into his bedroom. "You....sleep on the couch." He said as soon as I jumped onto the bed in exhaustion.

Glaring at him, I got up and lay on the couch. It wasn't that comfortable.

I looked at the time and saw that it was nine 'o'clock in the night.