#{xavier:chat}

Xavier frowned, the lines in his forward doubling as he scrolled through the text messages he’d missed in the past few hours. Too distracted by pre-maturely decorating the house for Christmas, he hadn’t given his phone a second look until right that minute. “Do you think our friends will ever actually believe that you and I are serious? Or will we have to spend our entire lives responding to invitations out like this one.” He shoved the phone toward Sabina, the agitation he felt creeping into his dark eyes. “It’s been long enough now that they should realize it isn’t a joke.”  @feverish-desires​

“Good girl. Stay just like that, on your knees for me.” Xavier licked his lips and stared down at Sabina. In one hand he held his cell phone, which was open to the camera. In other hand was leather leash attached to the collar around Sabina’s neck. Testing it out, he gave a little tug, watching to see Sabina’s every reaction. “I’m going to take pictures of everything you do tonight. You better perform your best tonight take everything I give you so we have something good to look at tomorrow. Who knows, maybe I’ll even share a few with my friends.” @feverish-desires

Xavier sat up out of bed, feeling lonely despite the sound of the shower coming from the master bathroom. The second Sabina had left the bed, he’d stirred, sensing the loss of her even in the deepest sleep. It had been nearly two weeks since he’d told her that he was in love with her, and so far, she hadn’t mentioned it again. Xavier was terrified that she hadn’t remembered, or worse, she regretted either of them having said it. The possibilities were eating him alive. 

Deep down, he knew he was overreacting. Technically, he and Sabina weren’t even officially a couple. They’d been playing house for months, but maybe that’s all it was to Sabina. Xavier’s heart twisted. If that was the case, he would be heartbroken, but keeping up the charade of pretending to feel casually about her was better than losing her. Right? 

He pushed himself out of bed and padded toward the bathroom, finding himself in the doorway before he realized what he was doing. The steam fogged the mirror and the glass panel around the walk-in shower itself, but his heart still skipped a beat when he saw her muddled shape through the glass. Raising his arms to lift his shirt over his head, Xavier took a few slow steps toward the shower. “Mind if I join you?” @feverish-desires

Hair still wet from his shower, Xavier poured himself a steaming cup of coffee while only dressed in a towel. He really didn’t need the caffeine. He’d be a ball of energy since the night Sabina had shown up on his doorstep with her bags in hand. Weeks had gone by, and luckily for him, she was still there. The only problem was his fear that he’d wake up one day and she’d be gone, having found someone else to turn to. 

“Anna.” Xavier’s voice nearly broke at the sight of the woman before him. Weeks apart had left him craving her more than usual. All he could think about on his way home was her soft body and the way her curves seemed to mesh perfectly with his whenever they were together. Lacing his fingers through her hair, he forced himself not to shudder with anticipation. Control, he reminded himself, was of utmost importance. 

Giving a not so gentle push to her head, Xavier tried to lead her to the bulge in his slacks. His tongue darted out to lick the sweat from his upper lip as he watched her. “Kiss me there,” he breathed, his breathing already turning ragged. “And maybe I’ll reward you.” @xmordeme

Xavier’s rare days off were usually spent doing work at home instead of at the club. Since he’d bought the business, he did almost all the behind the scenes work himself. Every time he sat down to look over the budget, he swore that he was going to take the plunge and hire a proper accountant - but by the next day, he’d always find an excuse not to do it. He was grumbling about how much his liquor distributor was charging him when his phone rang, jolting his focus. He glanced at the screen, ready to silence it, when he saw the familiar seductive grin on his screen. 

Forgetting about the massive pile of work in front of him, Xavier scooped up the phone without any further hesitation. “Hey, you,” he tried to sound cool as he leaned back in his chair, biting back a smile. “What’s up? Let me guess. You’ve got a free night and you’re aching to come over and get up to no good with me.”