3. Spoiled Brat or Celebrity?
636 Words
Xavier was outside one of his hotels, more specifically, the one where his ex-wife and son resided, and was taking deep puffs out of an electronic cigarette.
Yet another black luxurious car stopped in front of him and he looked at it in disinterest, wondering who was going to emerge this time around. After all, his hotel housed a few celebrities and there was a movie premiere in town.
He watched half perplexed half fascinated as the woman who had all but snatched his attention in the morning, Amira, exited the sleek black car, looking like she belonged on a magazine cover.
With her beautiful brown hair falling in ringlets, making her look more alluring, and that oh-so-sexy golden dress that was more than tempting, he felt himself harden at the mere sight of her.
Her green eyes met his and she smiled ever so slightly his way. He had the urge to go to her. Only a man followed her out of the car and she smiled at him too.
Did he have competition? All the more fun!
He smirked confidently before putting away his electronic cigarette, and then walked towards her. It only took him two strides to reach her.
“Amira,” he called and she turned, looking surprised to see him address her. Wasn’t his interest in her obvious enough?
“You look divine today,” he said, his voice thick with unveiled desire.
She sucked in a deep breath, and he liked the effect he had on her.
“Thank you,” she said in a hushed tone as her cheeks reddened.
Good god, she was beautiful and looked innocent. He’d make sure to defile her soon enough, have her out of his system before the week was up and he had to return to his business.
She was a fascinating woman, sure… but another woman nonetheless.
“Amira, are you sure you don’t want to attend the after party?” The man who was with her asked.
“Positive,” she told him with a secretive smile. “You know how much I value my sleep, Jer.”
“True,” he conceded and then said, “Well, since you’re not going, I’m not either.”
Xavier’s jaw ticked. He had hoped he’d get rid of the man.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” She asked rather stated as she looked at him, wishing to retreat it would seem.
Xavier only smiled at her, and brought her hand up to his mouth so he’d kiss it. “I look forward to it.”
“Good evening, gentlemen,” she then said, seemingly oblivious to the tension that flowed between Xavier and this Jer guy. Amira just smiled at them both and then entered the hotel, head held up high, chin jutted… like a queen.
And good god, how much Xavier wanted to defile this queen.
He’d have her writhing in his bed, begging for him, soon enough. He’d make sure of that.
“Who are you if you don’t mind my asking?” The competition asked.
“My name’s Xavier Ruiz,” he said simply. I’m the man who’s going to sweep Amira off her feet, the words didn’t leave his mouth but he definitely thought them. They were there, unsaid, hanging between the two men. “And you are?”
“Jeremy Blackstone.”
The men stared at one another until Xavier heard Gena, his ex-wife call his name.
“If you’ll excuse me,” he said, just to be polite.
“You’re excused,” Jeremy said, eyes twinkling with mirth, and Xavier could only shoot him a glare at that.
He turned around to face Gena, prepared to hear her make some more ridiculous demands, ask for yet another explanation as to why Amira hadn’t been thrown out of the hotel… he sighed.
If only he knew just who Amira was. He’d know if he was to deal with a spoiled brat or yet another celebrity nutcase – just like his ex-wife had been
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