Page 27 of Destroyed

When we arrive at work, I show Xavier to my office and sit at my desk, motioning for him to sit on the other side. He pulls out his phone and begins scrolling as I check off my to-do list. Within an hour or so, my stomach rumbles, and I look up at Xavier.

“I’m bored,” he says.

“Okay twelve-year-old Xavier,” I say, then hear my stomach again. “Well, I’m hungry. And I could use a drink.”

“Perfect,” he says, standing and stretching up tall. His shirt pinches tight to his body and I see the ridges of his abs, taught and seductive. Fucking hell. How does this make me horny? He is a dick 90% of the time.

I turn my head away, scared to be caught ogling his abs, or his dick, which is also outlined through his clothes.

“Let’s go to Lanny’s,” I say, grabbing my things and leading us toward the door.

“Oh, I love that place!” he says.

I spin around, eyes wide. “You remember going there??”

“No,” he says, smiling. “I just wanted to fuck with you.”

“Dick.”

We walk a few blocks and reach the pub, pulling open the heavy door to find it quietly crowded for midday on a Saturday. Xavier looks at me and I motion toward the back, where the dart boards are. “Let’s go back there,” I say. “I’ll get the drinks.”

“You absolutely will not,” he says. He grabbed my hand to stop me from going to the bar, and now we both look down at our hands clasped together.

“What do you want?” he asks.

“Long Island,” I say, grinning.

“Classy.” He rolls his eyes and walks toward the bar. When he returns, I laugh out loud at his matching Long Island, complete with an umbrella and the hideous shade of brown only a mix of multiple liquors can make.

“Cheers,” he says. “To babysitting.”

“Fuck off,” I say, but smile. “You obviously don’t remember this, but I am fuckinggoodat darts. And you will pay for that.”

Chapter 22

Xavier

Four games of darts and a shit ton of alcohol later, I fall back into the chair across from Corrine. She leans forward, clasping her hands under her chin and stares at me. Her green eyes glitter under the dim lights and a dazzling smile is spread across her face. She is fucking beautiful.

She is also a fucking amazing dart player. She won the first three games and I swear, she would have won the last one, if not for her last dart sailing completely off the board. I think she let me win.

“What are you looking at me like that for? Do I have something on my face?” I ask her while running my hand over it.

“You're having fun,” she states, smirking.

“It’s fine,” I say. “Nothing special.”

Her bottom lip pushes out and she glares at me. “Why do you have to be such a dick?”

I lean forward over the small table, my face inches from hers. I can see her eyes are glassy from the alcohol. I bet mine are too. I’m feeling so many things right now, that I can’t even explain. I drag my thumb down her bottom lip, which she still has pushed out, before answering her.

“Maybe I just like these expressions.”

She stares at me, confused and I continue. “Everyone is walking on eggshells with fake smiles. I like this anger. I likethat you aren’t afraid to show it around me. It turns me on.” She bites her lip and her eyes brighten, making my dick jump to life.

“You wanna get out of here?” I ask hopefully.

She nods her head yes and I leave a stack of bills on the table, not bothering to wait for the bill. There’s plenty of cash to cover the entire meal and then some. I grab her hand and yank her from the table before dashing outside. It's raining outside and I stop to remove my jacket so I can cover her head with it but when I turn around I find her standing in the rain, her arms spread wide, spinning in a circle.

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