REVENGE OF THE REJECTED MATE: WINTER IS COMING

CHAPTER 2 (Realizing Reality)

LONDON POV

Xavier's left hand slid up my body and he grabbed my breast. I gasped, his lips filling every corner of my mouth. He pulled me up, slowly and gently, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. I felt the knots in my stomach as he unzipped my dress and threw my bra and underwear across the room. He stood from the bed and undressed. I gulped and pulled my hands over my eyes. He giggled and climbed the bed.

My heart thumped loudly as he dragged my hands down so I could see him. I gasped once more and drew my gaze up to face him.

“I can stop if you don't want this,” he said, caressing my cheek.

“No, don't stop. I was told that men like to have crazy s*x. I'm willing to give you everything you want, Xavier,” I whispered. My inside was on fire. I called him by his name without restraint, fear, or intimidation. I called him with love because I was his woman.

“You're beautiful,” he said, his eyes drooling over my body. His lips crashed into mine and he swallowed my tongue as if the world was coming to an end. He grabbed my hand and made me touch his chest. I moved my hand over his torso and lower. He moaned, then grinned.

“Don't get too naughty,” he mumbled, staring into my eyes. “I promise to be gentle.”

I groaned, panting as he pulled into me. He went slowly at first. Then he heightened his pace gradually. I moaned, grabbing the duvet. He groaned as he sucked my lips till I could not feel it anymore. He had taken control of every part of my body. His wolf was getting the better of him. He was hard inside of me so he pulled his lips away. He clutched the duvet, holding his wolf in. I suddenly felt a cold breeze over my skin. It was as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. My eyes were shut as I fell into the embrace of a deep sleep.

My lashes fluttered open; my entire body was weak from the previous night's activity. I stretched, turning to the other side of the bed to face Xavier. His side was empty and it scared me.

“Xavier! Xavier!” I called, wondering if he had left me again. He strutted out of the closet, all dressed in a brown coat, fine pants, permed hair, and a neatly trimmed beard.

“Good morning,” I whispered, avoiding his gaze. The previous night was legendary for me. Who else ever got the chance to have good s*x with their celebrity crush? One out of ten people. I couldn't be any luckier.

He continued tying the laces of his shoes without a glance at me.

I cleared my throat, “Good morning, Xavier.” He still ignored me. Damn him! What's the problem here? We just had a great night together and he's already giving me cold shoulders. He stood up from the bed but I held the edge of his coat.

“Have I done something to upset you?” I asked, holding back the tears and anger.

“I have a lot of work to do, London. Call Nina if you need anything. Cash, food, and clothes, she'll provide them,” he replied and left the room.

No matter how hard I tried to understand it, nothing made sense. I couldn't understand why he was avoiding me. I managed to stand from the bed as my legs were weak. The bed was messed up with blood. I wanted to jump into the bathroom, take a warm bath, and do the laundry but I ran after Xavier instead.

“I am still yours. You don't have to come here during my honeymoon to confirm that,” Xavier whispered to someone in the parking lot.

I hid behind one of the pillars, straining my neck to get a better view. It was the same woman in the hall. She was in tears. She held him by the collar and crashed her lips into his. I whimpered and looked away. My breathing became unstable as if I was being choked. I found my way to the room and collapsed on the blood-soaked bed.

I spent the entire day thinking about how to approach Xavier but he seemed to have vanished. No calls. No texts. Nina kept telling me that he was busy with work. I almost went crazy after the fifth day. Then he showed up in the bedroom. I had just left the library to find him sitting by the table, working on his laptop.

I almost choked on my tears as I held it in. He turned to face me and looked away almost immediately.

“Six days. You left home for six days without a word. And you're suddenly back as if nothing happened. Do you even think of me as a wife?” I asked, standing directly in front of him.

“Trying to start a fight will do us both no good. As you can see, I'm doing well. “Don’t worry about me; just focus on what you’re doing,” he replied before returning to his laptop.

My head and throat were burning with rage. I was livid and all I wanted was to slap his face, pounce on him, and rip his clothes apart. I can't figure out why he's trying to make me a lunatic.

“What should I do? I'd do whatever you want me to do. Can you please stop ignoring me? It's been over a week since we married and I still know nothing about you. You won't let me in,” I sobbed, moving close to him.

“Don't do this, London,” he said, standing from the chair. I drew closer but he yelled. “I'll leave, okay? If you keep nagging, I'll leave.” I watched him storm out of the room and collapsed on the floor.

After we had dinner, we prepared to sleep. He was already on the bed while I watched him in fear. I had figured out what to do but I was scared. I remembered my uncle's words. The best way to keep a man is to give him crazy s*x. I approached him and he glanced up. I dropped my lingerie on the floor, revealing my naked body.

“You've been busy lately so I felt it would be better to help you relax,” I smiled curtly, climbing onto the bed.

“And who gave you the idea that this would help me relax?” his voice revealed that he was pissed. “You don't learn, do you?”

My heart dropped as Xavier left me on the bed and drove out of the house before I could stop him.

******

“I’ve tried everything possible to please Xavier but he keeps ignoring me. He won't touch or look at me. He doesn't stay in the house. He spends five out of seven days outside the house without telling me anything. I feel like a prisoner in my house. Please, help me, mother. Speak to Xavier and make him come home,” I sobbed, reporting all that happened to Xavier's mother, Valentina. Before entering the house, I had seen the other woman leave. I can't stop wondering why she visited Valentina when her son was married to me. But no matter what I'm thinking, she’s the only one who can solve my problem.

“It’s your job to find how to please your husband, not mine. If you've vexed him, apologize. If he wouldn't listen to you, find a way to make him do so. That's why you're a woman and his wife. I have a business meeting in ten minutes. I'm sorry but you might have to leave,” she replied, standing from the couch.

My mouth was agape as I watched my mother-in-law walk past me to the door.