My Special Princess

Chapter 14

Sarah

I awoke to the sound of Xavier talking on the phone and the sun blinding me with its rays. I rubbed my eyes and the events of earlier came rushing back to me. I could not help but blush. Xavier and I finally had s*x. I had no regrets though. It was truly amazing. The clock on the wall read 2:15 p.m, which meant I had slept most of the day away. Xavier had already dressed and looked devilishly handsome in his workout gear. Max raised his head, opening his eyes he gazed at us before lowering them back on his paws.

I snuggled close to his clothed body. My reluctance to get out of bed was intense. My muscles were sore, a distinct reminder of the workout I got this morning. It was almost too good to be true. I felt like I was dreaming and I would wake up and be back in my parent's house. I pinched myself, the hint of pain a sheer indication I was part of reality.

Xavier said a quick goodbye and hung up. A weary smile on his face. I scrunch my eyebrows together in confusion. Something looked and felt off about him. The way he was looking at me was almost of pity. I sat up, pulling the sheets to cover my naked body.

“Do you regret having s*x with me?!” I blurt out. I cover my mouth, the realization that I said such a thing without thinking is embarrassing. I wanted to crawl into a hole and never appear again. I did not want to look up at him, so I kept my head lowered.

“Flower, is that what you think? That I would regret sleeping with you? That’s not it at all so stop worrying.” He reassures, bringing my gaze to his. “Then what is the matter? If it is not me, what is it?” I ask, impatiently.

“I was just speaking with my parents. They want me to come and stay with them for the weekend, but especially you. We have not been private with our relationship, so naturally, people would take pictures of us together. Thus, leading back to them. I was weighing out the options of going or not.” He confesses.

His parents wanted to meet me? I was nothing special but the fact that they called must have been very important. As for the tabloid reports I tried to avoid them. They spewed so much hate, I could not watch them without breaking down at what was said about me. I wanted to say I did not want to go. That I’d rather stay in his luxury apartment, but I couldn’t hurt his feelings.

“We should go! I’m sure everything will be fine.” I say, smiling. My attempt at convincing him must work because he smiles and kisses me on the forehead. I smile back weakly. As much as I wanted to believe those words. I felt sick in the pit of the stomach. It was an omen- a bad one.

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Xavier held my hand as we walked up the stairs to the front door. He ringed the bell, my mind more focused on the flowers I held in my hand. My attempt at bridging the gap between his mother and I, in the hopes that would her like me. From what he told on the ride here, was that the outspoken and a little assertive at times. His father was the silent type only speaking when the need was great.

The door opened revealing a man a black suit. It was not his father, they looked nothing alike. Entering the house, I could see how immaculate it was. I thought Xavier’s condominium was the epitome of luxury. I was sorely mistaken. The house appeared beautiful on the outside but the inside held the real beauty. It was decorated with soft colors, expensive pieces of furniture and glass- a whole lot of it.

“Thank you, Jorge. Flower, give your gift to Jorge so he can put it in a vase for later.” He instructs. I hand over the flowers and the man- Jorge takes them with a swift nod.

“Would you like a tour before we go see my parents.” He asks. I eagerly nod my head, anything to delay the meeting. Xavier took me to each section of the house, opening rooms and retelling stories of his childhood. The last stop was his childhood bedroom, the room was similar to color chem in his apartment except it was black and white.

Jorge returned with the white porcelain vase. The flowers arranged perfectly. I quickly thanked him. He nodded his head, returning with a small smile of his own. “Sir, madam, if you would follow me, lunch is to be served on the patio.” He informs. The sinking feeling in my stomach returned with full force. There was no way out, each step felt as if I was walking into my own doom.

I stood rooted in my spot, my feet not moving. Xavier had let go of my hand to hug his mother and shake hands with his father. I also could see two looks alike’s of him. He handed her the flowers and she kissed his cheek. They all seemed so perfect… so happy. I was an interloper.

“Flower, Come here and have a seat.” He commands, softly.

I don’t dare test him, my legs shaking from the nervousness. He pulls out my chair and I sit down. I am grateful, that he chooses to sit next to me, I grip his hand within my own. Different pairs of eyes stare back at me in silence. Finally, the young woman speaks up,

“You look sort of young to be dating my brother, are you really 18 years old.” She asks, taking a sip of her drink.

“Yes, I am 18 years of age. If not then, I would not be with your brother.” I reply, somehow my voice comes out strong. However, on the inside, I feel twisted and contorted. My hand still interlocked with Xavier’s.

“Shannon quit being a hard ass. Everyone knows your the least bit of a saint at this table. Hey! I’m David, nice to meet ya. If my brother screws up, don’t be afraid to come looking for me.” He says, winking at me.

The woman who appears to their mother finally speaks. “Do you love my son or are you lying to him to obtain his money, like the gold digger I know you are.” She says, harshly.