Page 44 of Destroyed

Corrine

Riley and I wait in the van as the guys rush into the fire-ridden basement. I silently count the seconds that go by, sure we’re too late.

“What if I waited too long to say something?” I ask her.

“Say something about what?” Riley hugs my arm next to me.

“About him disappearing in the club. We could have gotten to him faster if I hadn’t suspected he was using in the bathroom or just being a dick.”

“Corrine,” she chastises me, “none of this is your fault. We didn’t know what was happening, and I am sure we will get to the bottom of this.” She squeezes my hand, and then I close my eyes.

Sixty-seven, sixty-eight.

Then I hear the door slam open, and Sebastian is carrying Xavier’s lifeless body through the door with Jamison and Jonathan on his heels.

“Open the door!” Sebastian shouts as he approaches. I jump up and open the van’s doors, looking first at Sebastian before daring to look down at Xavier.

“Is he…?” I ask.

“He’s fine I think. He must have hit his head and likely passed out from the smoke. Come on, let’s get him home and checked out.”

“Home? Shouldn’t we go to the hospital?!” I ask, incredulous.

“No.” We need Lockhart and his goons not to know how bad he is.

During the entire car ride, I sat in the back of the van with Xavier’s head in my lap, and his body sprawled across the bench. His leg has an open wound, and he’s got bruising and blood on his face. But he’s breathing. And all I can do is watch his chest rise and fall as Sebastian rushes back to the city.

The time on the clock ticks by as I wait for Xavier to wake up. Once Sebastian’s doctor had met us at the apartment and checked on Xavier, we all breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he would be fine. Sebastian had made it very clear that Xavier needed no painkillers, and much to my surprise, the doctor agreed—apparently, no one questioned Sebastian’s wishes. Even still, I worry he’ll wake in a world of hurt after getting a few stitches in the stab wound on his leg. Hopefully, he understands why we want him to be clear-headed.

The others left to give us some space and likely to get some rest themselves. And I’ve been lying next to Xavier most of the day, waiting for him to wake up. I shift now on the bed, trying to make as little impact next to him as possible. My phone tumbles off the mattress to the floor.

“Shit,” I whisper, then lean over to grab it.

“Hello, Butterfly,” Xavier says from behind me. I’m so startled I gasp, turning to find his brilliant smile on full display.

Chapter 34

Xavier

I wake up to the familiarity of my bedroom. As my eyes open, I’m gifted the most gorgeous view of my beautiful girlfriend sitting on the edge of my bed. She is leaning over to grab what I assume is her phone, which she must have dropped on the floor. Her ass is on full display, showing every curve through her leggings. My dick jumps to life, and I groan. Corrine’s head whips towards me, and she gasps.

“Hello, Butterfly,” I say, grinning.

“Oh my god, Xavier, you're awake!” She gasps. “How do you feel? Does something hurt?”

I chuckle. She clearly thinks my groan was from pain. “I feel great, especially after seeing the perfect display of your assets as you bent over just now.”

Her eyebrows scrunch together, morphing her face into an adorable frown. I groan again, this time making it sound like something really hurts. She immediately freaks out and searches my body for injury.

“Where does it hurt?”

I move my leg, the one that isn’t bearing a knife wound, and make like I’m going to grab my upper thigh, but she beats me to it. She starts massaging my thigh expertly. I have to break it to her. She’s actually doing a good job, even if I’m faking an injury.

“Fuck Corrine, that feels amazing. Can you go up a little higher?”

“Right here?” she asks as her hand moves to the highest point on my thigh near my groin area. The edge of her hand keeps hitting my already hardening dick, and I can tell she’s doing her best to ignore the tent currently growing under the sweatpants I’m wearing.

“A little to your left,” I say as she moves her hand the tiniest bit. She’s practically on my dick at this point but still attempting to concentrate on the massage.

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