Xavier King:-
28 years Old business man. CEO of Maxwell & King Co. Multi-billionaire, Sexy, Intelligent, Cocky, Possesive, Devilishly handsome.
He is not a playboy but have fair share of women.Women beg for his attention and Men envy his looks as we...
I was painting a girl in white dress with fireflies, sitting under sky and watching stars.
I was about to paint my signature at bottom when the main door rang.
I glanced towards clock which shows 9:15 pm. I am yet to order takeouts, so who it can be at this time?
I opened my door and my eye met with familiar pair of ocean blue one. Xavier's outfit:-
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can see his biceps and his shirt is tightly fitted to his firm chest. I could imagine his abs. He is looking delicious. It should be crime, looking that sexy. I can't take my eyes off him.
"I know I am sexy but if you don't mind then can I come inside?" he teased me with a smirk.
His personality is useless because of his cocky remarks.
I moved aside to let him in.
"So? Why are you here? " I asked him after he made himself comfortable on my couch.
"Why? I am your friend. You got to be a problem with me? " he placed his hand on his heart and made fake sad face which is a pleasant site.
I rolled my eyes playfully " You know, I didn't mean like that. It's just that I am curious"
"Curiosity killed the cat" he moved past me to go into kitchen.
He is behaving like, he owns the place. I followed him like a lost puppy. He sat on my counter drinking water and I leaned to the doorframe, folding my hands over my chest.
"Xavier! If you wanna talk about something, then we can. Stop behaving like a spoiled brat" I said him politely.
"Spoiled brat? Huh! You hurt my feelings. You can call me sexy, smart, handsome, I don't mind but I am not a brat" he said checking, I don't know what in cabinets.
"Means you agree, you are spoiled? " I joked him.
"You have very bad sense of humour" as if I don't know that "Well...take me to your room"
"What? " I squeaked.
He chuckled at my reaction.
"Dirty minded. You are not that lucky. I know, I am irresistible but I am not gonna grace you with my big boy tonight" He winked me.
"FYI, I would rather like to die being celibate than having sex with a walking STD" I scoffed and gestured him to follow me to my room but before having a look of his shocked face, which is hilarious.
"I don't have STD!" he shouted from behind.
After reaching to my room, I turned towards him and asked "Now what? " He watched my room for a while then faced with a questioning look.
