His Possession

Chapter Six

Xavier King.

I cruised along the busy London streets, glancing over at Olivia, who had her head against the window with her eyes closed.

I saw the restaurant up ahead, and I pulled into the entrance.

"Baby girl. We're here. Wake up." I murmured, gently brushing my hand down her face to her neck. Her skin was so soft and silky. I loved it.

Her eyes slowly opened, and she peeked up at me, making me smile.

"Come on, sweet girl. We're here."

She yawned cutely, checking her face in the mirror, and I got out, tossing the keys to the valet.

I walked over to her side, opening the door for her and giving her my hand to help her out of the car. She adjusted her dress, and I closed the door, taking her hand in mine and leading her over to the entrance of the restaurant. We walked into the elevator, and I couldn't resist pulling her into my arms, placing a kiss on her soft lips.

"Did I tell you how sexy you look in that dress?" I murmured, slipping my hand under her silk coat to cup her ass.

"Mmm no. You said something about beautiful, but I didn't hear sexy." She teased.

"Well I'm telling you now. You look absolutely f*****g ravishing in that dress."

She blushed, hiding her face in my chest. Even when she's in heels, I still tower over her.

The elevator doors opened, and I ushered her out towards the hostess.

"Good evening sir, do you have reservations?" The hostess purred, eyeing me like I was the last drink of water in a hot desert.

I felt Olivia tense beside me, and I squeezed her tightly. 

"Yes, we have reservations under King." I responded. 

"Right this way please." She gave me her attempt at a sultry smile, and I mentally rolled my eyes.

I was used to this. Women have been chasing after me for years, trying to lock me down, but I was never interested.

Until now.

I don't know how it happened, but all I know is I'm not letting this girl go, ever.

Yes, I know it's a little early to be saying this s**t, but I know she's the one for me.

We were led to the back of the restaurant, next to the floor - to - ceiling windows that would offer a spectacular view during the day.

I pulled out Olivia's chair, and she thanked me. I sat across from her, and looked up at the hostess who was standing a little too close for comfort and eye f*****g me.

"If you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to ask for me personally. I'll be happy to fulfill all your needs." She placed a hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged it off.

"Please refrain from touching me, and stop all the innuendos. I'm not interested. I find it highly disrespectful to my date and I, that you would act in such a manner.  Now go before I call your boss, who I know personally." I said sternly, making the girl pale and step back.

Her face turned cherry red, as she mumbled apologies before scurrying away.

I looked at Olivia who was sitting and observing the whole thing, and she looked at me puzzled.

"I didn't expect you to say anything." She said.

"Why would I sit here and allow someone to disrespect my woman? It's not right, and any man that allows it is not a real man." I said, leaning back into my seat.

She shook her head, a small smile gracing her lips.

"You're completely different from the guys I usually date." She murmured.

"Of course I am. You're used to dating boys, that's why." I responded.

She glared at me, looking like the cute little kitten she is.

"I'll have you know that all the guys I've dated were older than me." She huffed, folding her arms.

"Have you ever dated anyone ten years older than you?" I rose a brow and she blushed, shaking her head.

"No. You're the first." She murmured, looking up at me from under her lashes.

"Thought so. You're dealing with a grown man who knows what he wants and what he's about, sweetheart. I don't have time for games anymore. I played enough of those when I was your age." I watched her as she tried to digest my words.

It's true. Even though I'm 32 years old, and I did not have any intentions of settling down, I was done playing the field. I sowed all my wild oats in my younger years, and ever since I've taken over my father's company, I've been married to my job.

Of course I had a few s****l partners that I would call when I had that proverbial itch to scratch, but it was usually with women who already knew the score and understood that I was not looking for anything permanent.

That's why I was confused when that woman came up to me the first day I met Olivia. I hadn't remembered her name because I had cut her off about five years ago when she had began pushing me for more and making claims that I was her boyfriend.

That was my thing. Cutting them off when they became too clingy.

But with Olivia, things are way different. In this case, I'm the one chasing after her and she's the one being hunted.

And I must say, I love being the chaser.

She was a feisty little thing. Never afraid to tell me where to shove it, and while I enjoy her doing that, I hate hearing her curse.

Words like that should never come out of a pretty little mouth like that.

Olivia picked up her menu, but I pulled it out of her hand.

"Do you trust me?" I asked suddenly, and she looked at me confused.

She nodded hesitantly, and I looked at her sternly.

"Words, poppet."

"Yes, I trust you." She said softly.

"Good. I'll order for the both of us." I gave her a grin, putting our menus to the side.

A waitress appeared, greeting the both of us with a polite smile.

"Goodnight. Can I start you two off with a drink?" She asked.

"Yes, we'd like a bottle of Dom Perignon." I said.

"Okay. Would you like to order now as well?"

"Yes, we'll have the roasted celeriac and truffle risotto to start, and the roasted Cornish cod." 

She wrote down our order, before leaving us.

"Do you come here to eat often?" Olivia asked.

"Yes I do. My friend owns this restaurant."

She hummed, looking down at her nails, and something about her expression didn't sit right with me.

"What's wrong?" I asked, grabbing her hand.

"It's nothing... It's stupid." She muttered, looking out of the window.

"If I'm asking, it's because I genuinely want to know and I don't find it stupid." I told her, tightening my grip on her hand when she tried to pull it away from me.

"Is this where you usually bring all your dates?" She blurted out.

Well, f**k.

I paused for a moment and she sighed.

"See? I told you it was stupid." She mumbled.

"It's not stupid, poppet. But to answer your question, yes, I have brought women here in the past. However that was a long while ago. I haven't been on a date in a few years." She looked at me confused.

"But didn't you have women before? I know you're not telling me that you haven't been with a woman in years." She rose a brow, as if daring me to lie to her.

"I never said that I haven't been with a woman in years. I said I haven't been on a date in years. The s****l partners I had did not require me to provide dinner first. To put it crassly, we were only together long enough to f**k and then we went our separate ways until the next time."

"Oh." I could see the uncertainty on her face, and I tried to soothe her.

"What's on your mind princess?"

"Is that how things are going to be between us? Cause if you're only after me to get into my f*****g panties, you-" I placed my hand over her mouth, and glared at her.

"How many times do I have to tell you to watch your f*****g mouth? I'll let it slide this time since I know your ass is still bruised from earlier, but the next time you curse, I'll wash your mouth with f*****g soap. Now I'm going to remove my hand from your mouth, and you're going to quietly get up from your seat, and come sit next to me. Do you understand?" I said lowly.

When I removed my hand, she glared at me, and instead of doing what I told her, she got up from her seat, and walked away with her clutch in hand.

I could feel the anger in my veins rising, and I got up to follow after her.

"Olivia. Where are you going?"

"Far away from you. You're not my father, you don't tell me what the f**k to do." She responded indignantly, walking towards the elevator quickly.

Oh, it's going to be fun taming this little spitfire.

I grabbed her arm as I reached her and pulled her into my chest.

"You're not going anywhere. We're going to sit together and have a nice dinner, then you're going to shut up, and listen to what the f**k I have to say without interrupting me or walking out. I told you I have no time for games and I'm not going to be playing any with you." I said sternly, looking down into her eyes.

She melted into me, and I fought the grin that wanted to make its way onto my face. She's naturally submissive towards me and she doesn't even realize it.

"Are you ready to go back in?" I asked, and she nodded quietly.

I took her hand in mine and led her back to our seat. Instead of having her sit across from me, this time I had her in the seat next to me.

Her arms were folded, and she refused to look at me.

"Poppet, your inner brat is showing." I teased, pulling her chair closer to mine.

"f**k you." She mumbled, and I tsked.

"Haven't I told you about that mouth baby girl? What am I gonna do with it?" I turned her head towards me, running my thumb across her bottom lip.

What I didn't expect was for her to smirk and pull it into her mouth, sucking gently.

My jaw clenched as my c**k grew, and I pushed my thumb further between her lips, hearing the soft moan that escaped her.

She wasn't making this easy.

I pulled my thumb out of her mouth and she looked at me smugly, thinking that she had the upper hand in this situation.

I leaned down, until my lips were pressed against her ear, and I felt her tense.

"Whatever game you think you're playing with me here, poppet, think again. I may be a gentleman, but I have no qualms in taking you out into the parking lot and f*****g you right in the car where everyone can hear you. I'm not a man that likes to be teased." I warned softly, pulling her earlobe between my teeth and nipping it.

I could feel the slight tremble in her body, and heard the sweetest whimper escape her as I pulled back.

I didn't miss the way her thighs clenched together tightly under her dress and smirked.

She wants this just as bad as I do.

I leaned back into the seat, just as the waitress came back with our bottle of champagne.

She poured two glasses, before excusing herself. I watched as Olivia took a huge gulp, before taking a sip myself.

She eventually relaxed beside me, and we were able to have a nice conversation.

"So... I've noticed that you look a lot like your dad, but you don't look anything like your siblings." She said.

"Well, that's because we don't have the same parents. We have different moms. My dad was married before, and he had me" I said, taking another sip of champagne.

"Really? So where's your mom?" She asked curiously, and my body tensed for a minute before relaxing.

"She passed away  when I was two. Drunk driver." I responded, and she winced.

"I'm sorry." She murmured.

"It's fine. I didn't really get to know her, and I can't remember what she was like." I shrugged, but she shook her head.

"It looks like Katrina treats you well though." She said, and I smiled.

"Yeah, she does. She's the only mother figure, other than my grandmother I had ever known. She stepped in at a time I needed her, and ever since I've known her, I've called her mum. She's the best." I said.

"That's great. She does seem like a lovely woman." 

"She is. She holds the family together and I couldn't ask for a better mother." I grabbed some of her silky hair, twirling it around my finger.

Our food came out a short while after and we ate in comfortable silence.

After we were finished eating, I ordered us a chocolate lava cake with ice cream, and I fed it to her.

Not without her fighting me though.

When we were finished with our dessert, I turned to her, gathering my thoughts.

"I want to go back to what we were talking about earlier, before you rudely got up and walked away. No, Olivia. I'm not just trying to 'get into your f*****g panties' as you so eloquently put it. If I was, I wouldn't go through all the trouble of pursuing you. Make this the last time you ever question my intentions about you." I said lowly, and she sat there stunned for a moment, before she recovered.

"And what are you intentions, Xavier?" She asked.

"I think I've more than made my intentions clear the first time I met you, but since you can't seem to wrap your head around the idea, let me make it a tad bit clearer. You're mine. From the first day I saw you laid out by the pool in that tiny bikini and you allowed me to spank that full luscious ass, you've been mine. No one else is going to look at you or touch you the way I do, Or there will be hell to pay. Do you understand now?"

Her eyes blazed with heat, and I knew she was about to come at me spitting fire.

"I'm not an object that you can own. I'm an independent woman who has been taking care of herself for years. You damn sure can't tell me what I can and can't f*****g do." She spat, and my jaw clenched.

I grabbed her chin in my hand, heading her breath catch in her throat, but she met my stare head on.

"News flash, sweetheart. I can tell you what to do, because you are f*****g mine. I don't give a f**k what you say otherwise. All the times I've told you what to do and you melted into me and complied, proves just how much I do own you. I appreciate everything you've went through in your life, but I'm here to take care of you now. This is not a one night stand, Olivia. The quicker you get that through your head, the better." She looked at me with wide eyes, and they softened a bit, showing a little of the vulnerability that she had.

"I want to believe you, Xavier. I really do. But after being burnt the amount of times I've been in my life, it's hard to take someone's words at face value." She said softly.

"I know I'm asking a lot of you, baby. But I need you to trust me. Give me a chance to prove to you that I'm here for the long haul." I murmured, running a finger across her lip.

She studied me for a bit, her eyes showing her indecision, before she nodded.

"Okay. I'll trust you. But please, don't hurt me." She whispered.

I leaned down, pressing my lips against hers in a soft kiss. I kept it short because we were in a restaurant surrounded by people.

I pulled back, enjoying the dazed look on her face, before calling the waitress over for the check.

Even though the place is owned by my friend, I still paid for my meals because to me, it's the best way to show support.

"The night's not over yet, poppet. I have a surprise for you." I said.

"What is it?" She asked curiously.

"You'll see."

"King!" I heard the shout from the restaurant, and my head shot up at the sound of the familiar voice.

A grin spread across my face as I stood, greeting my friend of fifteen years.

"Damien! How the hell are ya?!" We embraced each other and I gave him a slap on the back.

"Good good. I heard you were here, and I was wondering why the hell my friend didn't come see me." He said and I chuckled.

"Well, I'm on a date." I said, and his eyes widened.

He knew I didn't do dates.

"f*****g hell. Who's the lucky lass?" He asked.

I turned to where Olivia was sitting watching us, and beckoned her over.

"This is Olivia." I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me.

"Nice to meet you." She said shyly, making me smile.

Such a shy, cute little thing. You'd never expect her to have the kind of mouth she does.

"Ah. You don't sound like you're from around here." He said, and she shook her head.

"No, I'm from America." She said, and he grinned.

"Yes, I know that accent anywhere. So how did you end up with this old bastard?"

"I'm best friends with his sister. He saw me and claimed me." She looked up at me with a little smile and I couldn't help but give her a little squeeze.

"Damn right I did."

"I'm not surprised, Xavier was never one who liked to share. Anyways, I best let you two get back to your date. King, call me when you're free. Olivia, it was nice to meet you, lass." He patted me on my shoulder, and we said our goodbyes, and I led Olivia out of the restaurant to the car.

I strapped her in, before sliding into the driver's street and making my way to the our next destination.