The Spare To The Throne

Chapter 23: Insight on A Starry Night

My heart raced with every step I took with Xavier.

Did he mean it? That he wouldn't hurt me anymore? He did say he was a man his word.

I had absolutely no clue as to what I was getting myself into. Xavier and I take a walk to his garage, which made me feel exhausted. I had never been to his garage before and although I knew he was rich, I was still astounded by the amount of fortunes this man has.

The size of his garage could've been my penthouse. The flooring in here was white marble too and it gleamed with a waxy cover.

He walks over to a wall and presses a button, opening the sixth garage door. I gape, feeling out of place. The garage popped with different cars that parked horizontally. Their colors were perfection, green, blue, red, orange, black, blue, and white. He had cars with two different shades of each color.

I walk around, not knowing where to stand. Xavier owned an assortment of muscle cars, exotic cars, and even luxury cars. An overwhelming feeling comes over me. He walks over to a French blue Bugatti. The car perked in from of the garage that was open.

"You like this one?" He asks with an expression that made me feel like my answer would be important.

I shrug. "I-I don't know. It's nice." I say.

The car looked dangerous. I could only image the kind of speed its engine produced. Xavier nods and looks around the garage towards the other cars for another option.

"You don't have a Toyota?" I ask.

His head snaps my way. "A what?"

Based on the types of cars that filled his garage, I got the feeling that a Toyota wasn't even close to something he liked. I let out a small laugh. Xavier looked so confused, but I knew he knew what a Toyota was.

"Whatever, let's just go." I say, not wanting to waste time.

"No if you don't like it, we don't have to take it. I can buy you this Toyota, that you're talking about." He walks over to me, putting the key back.

The thought of Xavier buying me something made me feel extremely uncomfortable. I walk over to the Bugatti, opening the passenger door.

"No, I like this one." I lied.

I sit in the car and close the door. Across the room, Xavier looks at me confused then shakes his head. He grabs the key again and walks towards the car. As soon as he sat in, his aroma fill my nose. Xavier didn't smell bad, he was far from that. He had this distinct scent to him. He smell almost matched his personality. He was strong, and intoxicating. He smelt of rich powerful cologne.

The car turns on and he revs it. Suddenly, the car jolts to life with a powerful bark. Vibrations from the engines rumbles and shake my insides. I yelp. Xavier on the other hand looked comfortable. His back was leaned onto his chair in a natural state, his left hand rests on top of the wheel.

Xavier chuckles and I clutch onto my seat belt.

"You scared, bébé?"

I look at him, perplexed. I had taken Spanish classes in High School, and I knew that Spanish and French were similar languages. "Don't call me that." I say sternly. And I meant it. I don't know what had suddenly come over him, but he needed to watch himself.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not your baby," I say the word with distaste. "And I'll never be, not to someone like you."

Xavier chews on his bottom lip. I look out the window. Suddenly the car jerks forward with incomprehensible speed.

"Xavier!" I scream.