Page 26 of Two days, One Pucking Night

My pulse vibrates under my skin, buzzing like an electric current, as excitement fills my chest. I rush into my room and pull out my suitcase and a pair of blue monochrome heels and matching underwear that go well with the dress I’m wearing.

Heading to the bathroom, I take my makeup bag, pull my hair into a bun, and apply a full face of makeup. Once I’m done, I apply a thick layer of mascara, a nude lipstick, and head out, unsure what to expect.

“Sofia,” he whispers my name like he did last night. “I didn’t know you were going to be here today.”

I see that he isn’t waiting to ease me into the scenario. He is simply going for it. “I wasn’t going to, but I changed my mind last minute.”

“A drink?” He reaches for a glass in the cabinet and fills it with bourbon. He walks to the center of the room and hands me the glass.

His fingers brush against my skin, slow, intentional. The simple touch spikes my pulse. I take the glass and sip, allowing the burn to embolden me.

“You look beautiful.” His fingers graze my shoulders, chin, and lips.

“Xavier, what are you doing?” I search our surroundings, alluding to the fact that someone might be watching or we could be caught.

“I miss you, princess. Do you ever think about me? Us?”

This isn’t part of the script and what we agreed, but I can see where he is going with this, so I play along. “My boyfriend is outside with my family. This isn’t the place for this.” I step back, creating a steady distance between us.

Xavier tilts his head toward the opening that leads to the terrace, and a crown appears over his forehead. “You came with that asshole? You’re serious about seeing him after everything we shared?”

If Xavier wasn’t so invested in hockey, acting would have suited him. “Ezra is probably looking for me. I told him I was going to the bathroom.” I have no idea why I even used that name, but it’s the first thing that came to mind.

His fingers brush across my shoulders.

“Xav. Don’t do this. Zayn and—”

“I don’t care.”

“You’re the one who wanted us to end this. You’re the one who kept me a secret for almost a year. I’m not doing this with you.” I drink the remainder of my drink, push past him, and turn toward the terrace.

He picks me up, lifting me over his shoulder.

“Xavier,” I whisper-shout, pounding my fist against his back with one hand, the other wrapped around the empty glass.

Xavier doesn’t stop until we are situated in the bathroom beside Zayn’s office. He places me on the counter and takes the glass from my hand. I am frantic, cursing and putting up a fight.

“What do you think you’re doing? What if someone saw? What if—”

“Then let them.”

“Don’t. We are not doing this again. I’m not going to let you toy with my emotions anymore.”

“I fucked up, princess. Seeing you with someone else, picturing him all over you, makes me crazy.” His eyes bore into mine. “This is my first time seeing you after you ended our relationship six months ago, and all I want to do is touch you. Let me touch you, baby.”

My heart flutters in my chest. “Xavier, please.”

His hands cage me on the counter. I make a feeble attempt to hit his chest and fight the attraction between us.

“Tell me you missed me, Sofia. Tell me you thought about the kiss as much as I did.”

He spreads my legs open, situating himself between them. I know I should be trying harder to push him away, but I am so turned on right now that the prospect is hard for me to fathom.

Xavier stays in character, lowering his lips to mine and pulling me into a searing kiss. “Tell me you miss me, baby. Tell me you miss my dick. The way I make you come. How I make you feel.”

His hands are all over my body, pulling, tugging, and tearing through my dress until I’m before him in only my underwear. The heat of his lips against my skin and body makes me almost lose control. I am frantic for his touch, his warmth, for him.

“I missed you, Xav. But I—”

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