A Fiance For The Holiday

Chapter 007: Nightmares

~OLIVIA~

Xavier drags me into his room the moment Madam Odell leaves and I glare at him as I yank my hand out of his grip.

“Why didn't you say anything to her?! Our deal was strictly a contract engagement! Nothing about marriage!” I yell and he drags me further into the room as though someone will hear me if he didn't.

“Stop screaming or I might go deaf.” He responds and I widen my eyes in shock.

That's it? That's all he had to say?

“Are you kidding me right now?!” I snap.

“Do you think I like what's going on as well? Look, I'll try to convince my grandmother not to hasten the wedding, but for now you'll have to stay in my room to avoid raising any suspicion.” He says and I let out a scoff.

“That wasn't part of the deal either.” I point out and he scoffs.

“Why? Are you worried something will happen?” He asks as he takes a step closer and I instinctively move backwards.

He chuckles, his gaze scrutinizing me from head to toe.

“Get your head straight, Cinderella. That night was simply an accident. I have no attraction what so ever towards you, so nothing like that will ever repeat itself.” He leans down a little, staring intently at me.

“You are not my type.” He says word for word before standing up straight and I let out a scoff.

“Well you are clearly not my type either!” I snap but deep down, I was hurt by his words.

He called it a mistake? So taking my innocence was a mistake to him?

I don't know why I keep trying to see the good in people even when it's clear that they're nothing but scumbags.

It's fine though. I just need to put up with this for a few weeks and then I'll rid myself of him like he had initially told me to that morning.

“Now that we are on the same page, you can sleep on the couch.” Xavier's voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I furrow my brows as I scan the bed and then the couch.

My eyes widen in shock and I glare at him.

“Are you being serious right now?! This bed could fit four people and still have room for one more! Why make me sleep on the tiny couch?! Why don't you take the couch instead?” I ask and he scoffs.

“This is my room, remember? I get to decide where you sleep.” He responds and I roll my eyes.

“Well ain't no way I'm sleeping on that couch. We can either share the bed or I'll march down to your grandmother's room and let her know her precious grandson is trying to make his fiance sleep on the couch.” I say with a smirk and his gaze darkens as he walks closer, closing the gap between us.

I find myself holding my breath as he stares down at me, his grey eyes cold and intent but yet mesmerizing and alluring. I could feel myself getting lost in them.

“Are you trying to seduce me already, Cinderella?” He asks in a dangerously low tone and I my heart skips a beat at his words.

I widen my eyes in shock as my cheeks burn up, but then I quickly compose myself and glare at him.

“You are so full of yourself! I have no intention of doing that! We can both sleep on the bed without crossing each other's boundaries.” I respond as I push him away and walk down to the bed, grabbing three pillows and creating a demarcation on the bed.

“As long as you stick to your side of the bed, we won't have any problem.” I say as I climb onto the bed, ready to call it a night.

“You're going to bed wearing that?” Xavier asks and I furrow my brows, wondering what he means until my gaze lands on my outfit.

I had completely forgotten about it!

I remember seeing a nightgown in one of the bags Emmanuel had stacked up in my room and so I quickly rush out of the room to avoid bumping into Madam Odell, and I make my way down the corridor into my room.

I quickly change out of the floral gown into the red silky nightgown, making sure to put on the matching robe as well before leaving the room.

I successfully made my way back into Xavier's room and to my surprise, he was already asleep.

That fast?

I roll my eyes as I made my way to my own corner of the bed.

At that moment, I realized I should have listened to my mom. Getting into a contract agreement with Xavier was the craziest thing to do and I doubt I would actually make it through till the end of the agreement.

I might end up going to jail for first degree murder if I have to put up with his obnoxious and intolerable self for a minute longer.

I sigh as I push all thoughts of him at the back of my mind. I need to get some sleep if I hope to function well tomorrow.

It's been a long day today, and I really hope tomorrow will be better.

And with that, I shut my eyes, and let myself succumb to sleep.

***

I jolted awake, startled by the loud panting noises which had woken me up from my short slumber. I check my phone and frown when I realize it's still the middle of the night.

I turn to the side and pause when I realize the panting sound was coming from him.

“Is this your method of trying to get me close? I didn't know you were that...” I trail off when I notice the beads of sweat on his forehead, and the helpless expression on his face.

He was still asleep, which could mean that he was having a nightmare.

I slowly remove the pillows I had set earlier as boundary and I crawl to his side of the bed.

“Xavier?” I call softly as I shake him a bit but he doesn't seem to be waking up.

“Please, don't go.” He mutters in his sleep.

“Don't leave me.” He mumbles continuously and I notice a tear drop escape from his eyes.

I widen my eyes in shock on seeing him so... Vulnerable.

What could he possibly be dreaming about or rather who?

“Xavier.” I call again, this time firmly but he still doesn't wake up.

I had no idea what I was suppose to do in that moment since he wasn't waking up. I stare at him for a while and then an idea pops into my head.

“I hope I don't regret this.” I mutter as I slowly lift his head, pulling him into my arms, and I patt his back gently in a steady rhythm.

“Leaves from the vine, falling so slow...” I have no idea what I am doing but I sing to him anyway, and a moment later, I could feel his tensed body relax into my arms.

I gasp when his hands subconsciously wraps around my waist as he pulls me even closer but I don't push him away, instead I resume singing to him while patting his back.

“Little soldier boy, comes marching home, brave soldier boy, comes marching home.”

When I was certain he was completely calm, I stop singing and just continued patting his back, until my own eyelids begin to close.

In that moment, I realize that there is more to Xavier Delgado that I am yet to uncover.