My Special Princess

Chapter 9

Xavier

Her arms began to quiver as she buried her face in my side. When I saw one of my employees and my flower arguing, I was livid. How dare someone talk to her? Especially, in such a manner. My blood began to boil at the insolence of this man. I had seen him around recently but did not know his name. He spoke as if he was not talking to his boss but a casual friend. My flower began yelling back at him. To say, I was proud was an understatement. Here she was taking on this man on her own .i also felt relief when she dismissed the terms fiancée he loosely spoke out.

I pushed her behind me, as I grabbed the boy’s collar pulling him so he could hear the threat personally for him. “I want you to pack up your things, get on that elevator and never come back to this building. Don’t open your mouth! I am a powerful man and I have the power to destroy everything you hold dear. So go out the door quietly and everything will be fine. Don’t and you won’t be able to find a job anywhere.” I growl.

I let him go, as security came to take him away. I turned my head to face, my crying flower. It hurt my heart to see her so distraught. Without, regarding the onlooking employee's I picked up my flower and rested her head on my shoulder. My hand came to rest on her lower bottom and hand on her upper back. I had not noticed how small she was. I made my way back to my office and sat down at my desk. Her cries were more prominent now than before. She pulled herself away from my neck and rubbed her eyes.

“Ah, don’t rub your eyes with your hands,” I instruct, pulling her hand away. Her breathing was sharp and ragged as she sits upright facing me. “What was that about a flower? Who was that man?” I ask. Taking a deep breath, she begins to speak.

“The day I met you, was also the day I got kicked out from my parent's house. My parents and I have never gotten along. They always made it evident of their distaste of my presence. It just so happens that on that day I got kicked out, that Tristan- the man was arguing with was brought into the home. My parents had said, that I was too flamboyant and I needed to be essentially tied down and controlled for the future. I never consented to any of this but somehow he was supposed to be my fiance. I ran and didn’t look back. That's when I ran into your guard. Please, Xavier, please don’t send me back to that house. I don’t care what you do to me but don’t send me back. I.. really like being with you.” She admits.

What happened to her sounded outrageous, her parents tried to force a marriage on her. I could understand her need for leaving. She was eighteen for peat sake! I could not imagine any eighteen years old agreeing to be in an arranged marriage. One thing was certain, I was not going to let her go. I took away the problematic worker that has made my flower a distraught mess but I still felt rage deep within me. I wanted to find her parents and make them feel the pain they caused her to feel. I could not fault Tristan, his little charade pushed some feelings out of her.

Cleaning away the tears with my fingers, I kissed both cheeks. A little smile peaked through and I returned with one of my own. Just to tease her a little I asked, “You like being with me, is that right?” She covers her face with both hands, probably trying to hide the embarrassment of admitting her feelings. The muffled sound of her voice alerted me to her answer. “I… uhh… yeah, I like you. You are kind to me and you stir something in that I haven’t felt in a long time.”

Her lips were wet and my urge to kiss her was at full frontal. Our breath intermingled with one another as I leaned in and placed my lips firmly on hers. She was apprehensive, so I avoided the use of the tongue. Her sitting on my lap was the true temptation, the position she was in placed her directly on my crotch. It was pure bliss and torture at the same time. On the other hand, as much as I wanted to touch, now was not the time.

“As much as I love you sitting on me flower, do you mind sitting on the couch while I finish my work,” I ask, gently. She shakes her head, laying her head on my shoulder. “Just for a little longer, okay? She begs. I nod my head and place one hand on her back, another on the armrest of the chair. A few moments passed until I heard the shift in her breathing, I nudge her just a bit to be certain and yes she was asleep. I gently slipped her off of my body and placed her on the couch with a blanket.

“Xavier… no… mine” she whispers. I laughed softly, I had no idea what her dream was about but it sounded very appealing.

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I rubbed my tired eyes, the day had been long and full of meetings, conference calls, and disgruntled employees. I guess if everything ran smoothly life would lose its excitement. The clock read, 8:00 p.m. we had been for over 11 hours and the rest of the employees had gone home. I usually stayed late into the night but we had to get home.

I called for James to meet us in the front of the building. I awoke my flower, with a little persuasion she finally got up from her sleeping position. Rubbing her eyes, she stumbled to her feet and took my hand. I was surprised at her boldness but did not let go. She pulled me along to exit and out the door. Sliding into the open car, she lay her head on my shoulder.

“Xavier you smell really delicious and can we get some McDonald’s.” She persuasively asks. “Hmm… is this why you're being so good,” I ask.

“Umm… no, I’m good all the time but right now I’m hungry. “Okay, my flower McDonald's it is,” I reply humorlessly.

I watch as her tongue runs over her lips wetting them. I could not help myself once again and plant my lips firmly on her’s. I suck on her lips a bit, then bite down to get her to open her mouth. My tongue explores the insides of her mouth. Her tongue hesitantly touches mine. I suck on it, which causes her to let out a soft moan. My erection is fully hard as I heard the sound. Gripping the lapels of my jacket, she tries to gain control but hopelessly fails. I kiss her foreword and the then her cheek.

“If you get McDonald’s, then I should get to have a bite of you, you are my dinner, after all. So I should get to eating then?” I tease. Her blush says it all and I lean in to kiss her again.