My Special Princess

Chapter 12

Xavier

The moment she walked out the dining hall, made me realize how foolish I was being. I knew I was not wrong, her little friend did have feelings for her. She just could not see it. However, the comment about Jessica was uncalled for. I was angry and said something, I regretted as soon as it came out of my mouth. It had just come out. The dining hall still remained quiet, assuming since, their boss had just been slapped right in the face.

My gaze went over the room, with that everyone began to busy themselves once more with eating. I turned around, my first thought was to go after my little flower but decided against it. She needed time to cool off. It was certain though, that I needed to make it her up to her.

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It had been two weeks since the day, I raised my voice at her things have become drastically off balance. Instead, of sleeping with me she now slept on the couch. The sound of her voice was dark and lacked emotion. Her eyes appeared dull and lifeless when they eyes met mine. One consolation, was she still came to the office with me. However, as she got there, she immediately went to find Kevin. On one occasion, I saw her laughing with him, so carefree and happy.

I dialed Liam’s number and for once he answered on the first ring. “Go for Liam.” He answers. I massage my temples and let out a ragged sigh. “Liam it’s me Xavier. I f****d up, I really did. I got angry and yelled at her, on top of that I let slip out that I wanted to essentially get back with Jessica.” I groan.

“Wow, man you seriously f****d up. Why possessed you to talk about her, of all people?” He answers. “I got angry when Sarah was riding on some guy’s back, I dragged her into my office and it sort of slipped out, that I should let Jessica ride me too.” I reply, shamefully.

“Damn, what were you thinking? Even, I know better than to say something like that to a woman. And I don’t have a girlfriend or date.” He reprimands.

“I know goddamnit! What am should I do about it. How should I fix it?” I ask, my voice near begging. “I don’t know, how about just explain yourself better and take her out for something she likes. Isn’t that what girls like to happen.” He says, awkwardly.

“Thank you Liam for your advice.” I answer, an idea already forming in my head. I hang up the phone to start drafting the plan. I was going to make my flower forgive me. She was mine and as much as I did not want to admit it, she had me wrapped around her finger.

I buzzed the intercom, calling Sylvia into my office. The moment she entered, I motioned for her to take the slip of paper from my hand. “Flowers, ice cream, and chocolate. I do not understand sir.?” She questions, confused. I massage my temples to slow the headache that was beginning to form.

“Sylvia, I need you to place an order and get me: a dozen chocolate shaped flowers, a large tub of caramel cone ice cream and a dozen roses and have them delivered to my residence ” I instruct. She promptly nods her head in understanding and walks out the door. It was at times like these I was grateful she was my assistant. She completed tasks I gave her so efficiently.

The intercom buzzed this time coming from Sylvia. “It is done, sir.” She says, a hint of amusement evident in her tone. I refrain from commenting, and instead hang up. I could care less how it looked to her. My flower had become my number one priority in just a few short weeks .

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A unsettling feeling was at the base of my stomach. I was nervous. I never had gotten nervous around a woman previously. But somehow, this small lady transformed me into a man who saw female’s as cherished beings and not toys. I walked in front of her, blocking the view to the television.

“Xavier, what are you doing? You're blocking my view. Also, what is behind your back.” She says, curiously. I pull out the gifts I had gotten. Her eyes widen at the contents. Sylvia had done well and added some of her own personal touches. One being a stuffed bear. The other being a collection of lotions. I set down the bundle of gifts and sit down. Picking her up, I position her so she would be facing me.

I place a soft kiss on her forehead, cheeks and finally her lips. I rest my hand on her hips, my thumb running over the skin underneath her shirt. Her eyes stare back st me, sadness and curiosity swirl within the brown orbs. “Xavier, what’s going on? What is the meaning of all these things?”

“Flower… I messed up, I let my jealousy take over and I lost sight of the person I am. I became something disgusting and as soon as I uttered those words of hurt, I felt terrible. I should have never mentioned Jess- another female’s name or insinuate that I wanted to be with her in some way. The most detrimental thing is that I behaved as if you were guilty and did not give you my full trust.” She cuts me off and begins to speak:

“Xavier, you made me feel unwanted and rejected. It felt like I was back in my parent's place and I was getting yelled at for being friendly and enjoying myself. The most is that I felt humiliated. Some individuals in your work, do not like me and then you basically drag me away for everyone to see. I was. no, I am hurt. It is hard opening myself to you and voicing

my feelings and then you bring up Jessica, whom I assume is the woman who kissed you the other day. How would you feel?” She replies, tears sliding down her cheeks.

I wipe away the tears with my thumb and peck her lips. I felt entirely like a grade A asshole. I had no idea how she felt or even the extent of her past. “Flower I am truly sorry. I was blind to your thoughts and feelings. I only thought of myself. I just thought that I might lose you to your friend. I love you so much so naturally I want you to be mine.” I confess.

“You…you… love me?” She questions, the shock is clear on her face.

“Yes I do. I think I’ve known for a while but just could not put my finger on it. Your entirely too special. I could not have anyone else pick my flower. You are mine to possess in every way. Your body, soul, even to the tiniest curl on your head is mine. Don’t ever forget that!” I growl, titling her chin up to look directly in her eyes.

“Da…ddy I…. think I love you too,” she mumbles, but still loud enough for me to hear. I kiss her lips, forcefully. That answer would suffice… for now.