The Contract of Love - 8. Chapter 7: Considerations and Decisions

Chapter 7

Xavier’s POV

“Dad it’s a work thing,” I lie as I pick up my phone for the nth time during dinner.

I am seriously going crazy. Maybe I rushed it and now I have no choice but to wait for a reply. It has already been a week since Louis went out for dinner with me so I decided to invite him out once again. In pursuance of this end I dropped a text stating ‘Dinner tomorrow?’ The issue here is that I haven’t received a reply yet. He has apparently seen my text but hasn’t bothered to reply.

Should I drop another text just in case? That might be a good option but my ego prevents me from doing so. Also I would like to keep my hopes up. I plan to keep this hope up till he refuses me flat out on my face. How hopeless! I know. I sigh as the thought of being rejected straight out comes unbidden in my mind.

“Xavier it is bad manners to concentrate on your phone rather than your old parents when they invite you over for dinner,” Ben scolds.

“I was just giving you guys to catch up on the romance you see,” I joke.

“How considerate,” my father states in his characteristic sarcastic tone.

“That is how I am,” I shoot back.

“So how is the thing with Capesco going?” Dad asks.

“No business over dinner,” Ben chides, “One more word about work and I am seriously going to consider going off on a vacation alone.”

As soon as Ben finishes his sentence dad turns to him, the panic clear on his face.

“Nothing about work. Don’t worry,” Dad tries.

“I think you need to clearly tell dad that you aren’t being serious. I am pretty sure he will have a panic attack, emotional breakdown and heart attack just from the thought of you leaving itself,” I joke.

“Your dad knows that I am joking,” Ben squeezes Dad’s hand, “I am too used to having him around so even thinking about being alone makes me miss him terribly.”

Dad’s face relaxes visibly. The smile is back on his face and he is talking cheerfully again.

It may seem like a joke but I was quite serious about my father going through a breakdown without Ben with him. It has happened once before and it surely wasn’t a pleasant thing. No one would believe that the person who scares the living daylights out of elite businessman, the one running such a big business empire would be so attached to someone that he wouldn’t be able to function normally without him. But that is how it is with my Dad and Ben.

I was 15 years old at the time and Ben had to go back to his hometown for a month to settle some family issues. That was the first time that he had been away from Dad for a prolonged period since they had first met. They had been together for 10 years already by then so one would think that a month’s separation wouldn’t do much harm. One couldn’t be more wrong.

Dad was working really hard to establish himself in the company and he was as hard working then as he is now. The day Ben left; Dad was more or less fine. The problem began from the next day. My father refused to go to work or even get out of bed. He looked absolutely dead from the inside. The only time he smiled during the day would be when Ben called. And believe me he smiled a lot when Ben called.

It was definitely scary for me. It seemed like Ben had some kind of a switch which would control Dad’s mood. My Dad is a really strong person and it was really weird for me to be seeing him like that. I had known that Ben and Dad were in love but it was during that one month that I realized the true importance of it.

“So what made you decide on keeping the same person as your secretary for the next 3 years?” Dad asks.

“Well I thought I would give Ben a little rest from all the hiring and firing,” I joke.

“I am grateful for that,” Ben laughs, “Looking for secretaries for you was really taking its toll on me.”

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I know I want to take a look and respond if it is Louis. Lately I have the feeling that I have returned to being a teenager in part. Nowadays I tend to spend my free time staring at my cell phone hoping for a text message to arrive. Not that I hate the way things are going. It gives me something to look forward to each day. Oh! To hell with looking cool. The truth is for the past one week I have been fascinated by Louis Brown, my personal secretary.

It isn’t like I haven’t tried but I just cannot get him out of my mind. You would think his image is stuck in my mind. Well actually it is. I spent one magical night with him and now I can’t stop myself from behaving like this.

I snake my phone out from my pocket and glance down slowly while fiddling with my fork with my free hand. No reply. Double blue ticks confirm that he has seen the message. I am waiting. Where is the reply? Perhaps I am being too impatient. Fine I will check again after I am done with dinner.

***

Nothing, not one word. Louis is going about his work like nothing has happened. To say the truth nothing has happened. I think I might have been too pushy and hence the reaction. No way! I have been on my best behaviour for the entire week. I am sure he enjoyed himself last time we went out. That or he was just being polite.

Louis is standing in front of me with a file in his hand. He looks distracted. I am glad Ben is helping him learn the ropes after work. He is a fast learner from what I hear. As his boss I am not disappointed. However as a person who is interested in him, I am in doubt.

“So I sent you a text yesterday,” I say. My fingers are running over my eyebrow, my attempt to look casual. Obviously not.

“Yes,” Louis squeaks.

“Okay then. I just wanted to make sure nothing was wrong with my connection,” I take the file from his hand. Louis makes his way back to his desk without another word.

This is childish, I should just ask him if he wants to have dinner with me or not. The operative word being ‘should’.

“What is for lunch today?” I ask.

Louis peeks up from the file he is arranging. I wonder what I like about him. His hair is shiny and has quite some bounce to it. His eyes have a really nice blue colour to them. He cooks well, very well in fact. He makes sure that the office is always clean. He is incredibly sexy without knowing it. There I said it. He is sexy. And I am being a weirdo. I am overanalyzing this!

“Sandwich. I was a little out of groceries so I couldn’t put anything else together,” Louis confesses.

“So let me take you to buy your groceries. Since you have been cooking such delicious food for me I will be paying as thanks and then we could catch a movie and have dinner,” I jump at the opportunity.

For a moment Louis’ eyes glow. I know that he is having some problems with his finances. Being the businessman I am I feel there is nothing wrong in taking advantage of the weaknesses of others to get your work done. Well everybody does that, atleast I am honest enough to accept that. Moreover he genuinely doesn’t have enough to buy himself good food and I think I have enough money lying around to feed him for a few days or a few months if the need arises. That is enough conceit for one day.

Louis’ POV

Well this is awkward—being brought back to the exact place I kind of ran away from. I shouldn’t have agreed to come in the first place. It isn’t Xavier’s fault that there was no place empty in any of the food joints nearby. This isn’t really so bad a situation if one were to think of my financial situation at present.

Xavier paid for all the groceries and also brought me to his house so that we could have dinner. He isn’t a bad conversation partner so I don’t really see that big of a problem in me coming to his house. Except he is my boss who I have slept with.

“What’s wrong?” Xavier questions as he sees me shaking my head.

“Oh! Nothing. I just wanted to say thank you,” I manage.

“It isn’t a big deal. Are you up for pizza?” Xavier suggests.

“That sounds good,” I smile.

“Toppings?”

“Spicy chicken and mushrooms.”

“A fan of spicy food?”

I nod in response to his question. Xavier takes out his phone from his trousers’ pocket and quickly places our order. As he turns to face me I can see a curious expression on his face. I can’t quite make out what he is thinking.

“I didn’t think you would actually agree to coming here. Seeing as last time you…” Xavier starts.

“So what film are we going to watch?” I attempt to distract him.

This is not good. I don’t want to think about what we did inside this house. The thoughts keep coming back to me again and again no matter how much I try to forget them. Having Xavier around me all day isn’t helping my case in the least. And now that I am back in his house the thoughts are hitting me with full force.

The sound of the door opening brings me out of my reverie. I didn’t notice when Xavier left the room. Xavier is standing in front of me in a black t-shirt and cargo shorts. He looks like a model right out of a fashion magazine. I will never admit this to anyone but I am insanely attracted to this man. I have been so from the first time we met. Why else do you think I went home with him? Why else am I still working for him? Well the contract and I am in serious need of money but the fact that my boss is so hot contributes towards my willingness to work for him. Yes I know that kind of stream of thought won’t necessarily bring me the Employee of the Month title.

I might seem shallow but I haven’t really felt this type of physical attraction for anyone other than celebrities. Also he is usually really nice to me so that just adds to his appeal. I cannot believe I am thinking about my boss like this. As Xavier said this is separate from work. So I can pine after his body all I want. What am I speaking about? I am going mad for sure.

“Hello?” Xavier snaps his fingers, “Pizza is here.”

“Oh! Where are the plates?” I scamper out of my seat.

“I got them all here while you were spacing out,” Xavier gives me a boyish grin.

“Sorry I was just thinking about how this must be as awkward for you as it is for me,” I blurt out. Shit!

“Not awkward for me at all,” Xavier replies nonchalantly.

I follow him to the other end of the room. The living area doesn’t have much furniture. We cross a staircase leading to the next floor. Must be nice for rich people to live in penthouses. There is a big television screen mounted on the wall and a large number of speakers of different sizes on the floor on either side of the screen.

Xavier holds up a Bluray disc of ‘Fight Club’ in front of me waiting for my approval. I nod my head enthusiastically. I love this film, I mean who doesn’t? I take a seat on the long black couch directly facing the screen. Xavier puts the disc into the player and takes a seat beside me. He hands me a slice of pizza on a plate. It does look tasty.

“I want to show you something,” Xavier says just as I am about to take my first bite of the pizza.

“Hmm,” I raise my eyebrow as I bite into my pizza. It does taste really good.

Turning his back to me Xavier peels off his t-shirt. I am stunned for a moment. What is he doing? Should I leave or should I stay? Once his t-shirt is off completely I see what he is trying to show me. Faint red lines run all over his back. It looks like someone scratched his back really bad. He eases into my touch as I trace the marks with my fingers.

I can’t stop myself. My hands are wandering along his back of their own accord. I bend down and place little kisses all over the marks. This is weird but I just don’t want to stop! He smells nice, really nice. I am just trying to justify my attraction towards him.

“You better make them heal seeing how you caused them,” Xavier states.

Me? This means I did this during that time that we were together in this house? I know I should leave right now. I don’t have much confidence in myself. I want to touch him and the need is overwhelming. Without thinking I rest my head against his back.

“Fuck being patient,” Xavier utters as he suddenly turns.

His lips are over mine even before I realize what is happening. Once I realize that Xavier is kissing me I reciprocate with full force. My mind is blank. I don’t care if he is my boss or anyone else. His hands feel so good. Did I just let out that moan? Yes it most definitely was me! Why am I letting this happen? I know that I should leave while there is still time. But the fact lies that I don’t want to leave.

It is as though my body is no longer under the control of my mind. My body seems to be under Xavier’s spell. My lips part to allow his tongue entry into my mouth. His muscular tongue softly caresses the inside of my mouth, stroking my teeth slowly. I can’t hold back, I moan into his mouth as my hips buck up to meet his hardened member.

“Shit,” Xavier mutters.

Does this mean he wants me to go? I guess so since I am working for him after all. Why did I have to like his body? I should just leave!

“Don’t move,” Xavier commands as he pushes me back onto the couch. He quickly picks up the plates and the pizza and makes his way to the other side of the room.

Before I can compose my thoughts Xavier is back in the room. He has two things in his hands and I recognize both of them as necessary for what we are about to do just now. Placing the things in his hand on the table in front of the couch Xavier greedily recaptures my lips. This is insane. I know that I should have left while he was gone but I want this! I haven’t been able to forget about him this entire week. It isn’t as if I haven’t tried. I have tried to think of him as just my boss. But the fact is that I want this man, just once more. I want to know whether it was the alcohol making me feel so good or was it Xavier entirely. I am just making excuses for myself, I don’t know why I am behaving so but oh this feels so good!

My hands help Xavier as he unbuttons my shirt. The heat is unbearable and it is coursing through my body as his hands touch my skin, leaving a line of heat wherever he touches. I sit up and Xavier takes off my shirt. His lips begin to leave a path of soft kisses all along my chest. This is insane. Why am I doing this again? Because it feels so good, I want more.

“Yes tell me what you want,” Xavier urges in response to my moans.

“You! I want you,” I cry out winding my fingers into his hair.

When did he take off my pants? I buck my hips into his hands as he begins to stroke me. Sweet, long strokes with his beautiful long fingers wrapped around me and squeezing me tenderly. My hips have gained a life of their own and they are actively encouraging Xavier to continue his ministrations on my body. One hand comes up to tease my nipples as he ducks down and flicks his tongue over my length. I can feel the pleasure building up gradually as his hand runs up and down my length in a steady rhythm. I don’t think I will be able to contain myself for much longer. I am trying to wait, to prolong the pleasure. I can’t, not anymore. I need this, I know I do!

“Ahh uhh. Yes, yes Xavier right there! Ahhh!” I come noisily coating Xavier’s hand in my pleasure.

My eyes flicker open as the exciting high subsides. The beautiful man in front of me has a satisfied smile on his face. I can’t take my eyes off him as he opens the bottle of lube and tilts it so that the clear liquid flows down his hand and onto my entrance. My entrance twitches in response to the coldness of the liquid over my heated skin. Bit by bit he pushes one and then two fingers into me. His eyes are on me, the look he is giving me is adding to the anticipation.

This is unreal; my fantasy seems to have jumped out into reality. My body tenses as I hear the sound of pants being unzipped. My eyes follow him as he pulls on a condom over his member. I want him so bad that it is shameful. Xavier withdraws his fingers and begins to rub himself against my entrance. This is it, I am absolutely sober and I still want him just as much! I revel at the fullness as he pushes into me. There is a deliciousness in having him inside me. He begins to place little kisses along my neck, stopping to nip at my collarbone. What is this man doing? I don’t think I understand. I know that my body has handed itself over to him and the pleasure he is giving me as my head dips into the couch seat.

My legs are wrapped tightly around his waist and he deftly eases in and out of me as I relish the wholeness each time he pushes himself back in entirely. My head jerks up as he stops his movement. I clench tighter onto him urging him to move but he remains unrelenting.

“Come sit on top of me,” Xavier rasps as he pulls me up and takes a seat on the couch.

Xavier drags me up so that I am sitting on his lap. I feel so much fuller now. The pleasure is so much more intense. I think I am reeling and I hold onto Xavier’s shoulders to steady myself. I can feel his hands grasp my hips. I join his efforts as he pulls me up and down over himself. The feeling of him inside me is taking over my senses. The sensations are too much for me to bear. Glancing down at Xavier’s face I notice that I am not doing too shabby a job myself. This is what he is doing to me! He is making me feel sexy, making me understand that I can make him feel this good. I squeeze him tighter as his lips come over mine and I grasp his shoulders tightly. I know I am close, I can feel my climax building.

“I am coming. Xavier I am coming!” I scream as I release my satisfaction.

“Damn you are so hot,” Xavier utters as he thrusts faster into me, prolonging my orgasm. He thrusts into me a few more times before calling out my name and holding me tightly.

I slump onto his chest as I recover my breath. I can hear his heart beating fast right next to my face. My flushed face is pressed against his well toned chest. Xavier is moving his hand over my hair as I snuggle closer to him.

“That was so good,” I confess.

“Yes it was,” Xavier smiles down to me and places a kiss on top of my head.