To Say Goodbye

Chapter 10

Xander's POV

The video call was over in half an hour. The guys and I were still in the office finishing up our notes.

"Well, if that's everything I'm gonna go crash the girls' pool day." Xavier said standing from his desk.

"Xander has meetings booked all weekend. We are expected at the office in an hour." James sighed.

I usually work weekends, so this is nothing new. Xavier's face drops as he turns to me. He is not happy about the fact that I'm supposed to work today. I'm not too thrilled about it either. I was looking forward to seeing my temptress this morning. She is probably out in the pool right now. In nothing but a swimming suit... Oh hell!

"James cancel everything for the weekend. I'll be taking the weekend off. A dip in the pool does sound nice." I state with a sly grin.

All three of them are looking at me as if I have grown a second head. I have never taken time off. Not since dad died. So, I'm sure this came as a surprise.

"Are you sure?" James asked bewildered.

"Hell yeah! It's about time you took some time. James don't ask questions, just do what the man says." Xavier exclaimed cheerfully.

James smiled and took his phone out to make all the necessary arrangements.

"Alright, let's get our swimming trunks and crash this thing" Andre laughed.

A few minutes later we were all walking out to the pool. Xavier leading the way since he knew all the girls. As soon as I exited the house, I looked around. Three tall women were in the pool. Two had more of an athletic build, one was blonde and the other had dark hair with bleached ends. The third woman was super skinny. Well, except for her obvious boob job. She was eyeing all of us with lust. Need to stay away from that one.

Xavier was walking away from the girls in the pool. My eyes traveled in the direction he was heading and there she was. Standing at the far side of the pool was my short temptress, still in my tshirt. I like seeing her in my tshirt. It makes her look even smaller with how she is swimming in it. Her long locks are in a messy bun on top of her head. Her back is to me, but I can see that she is snacking on fruit.

My feet move of their own accord following my brother. He was already standing next to her when I walked up behind her. Xavier was looking at her face and then looked up to me. I have never seen my brother so angry before. His eyes held so much rage.

Then he gently turned her face so she was looking over her shoulder at me. She had a purple and black bruise marring her beautiful face on the right side. Maggie stiffened and turned away from my gaze.

The fury in my eyes must have scared her. I don't mean to frighten her. I just hate the thought of someone touching her and that bruise is a reminder that someone did. What is wrong with me? Why am I being so protective and possessive of this woman? I loath women, so why is it different with her...

I'm brought out of my internal questioning by the loud blonde woman talking about her ribs. How could I forget?! Maggie was telling people they were worse than her face. I want to see it for myself. No, I need to.

"Show me." I commanded her in a deep voice.

Maggie looked up to Xavier for help. Sorry princess, but my brother cannot save you from me. She hesitantly turned to me, clutching my shirt in her hands, and avoiding eye contact. That won't do princess.

I kneel down close to her. So, it is nearly impossible for her to not look at me. "You can either raise the shirt or I can take it off of you myself. Don't make me ask you again." I'm getting slightly impatient.

Xavier takes the opportunity to crack a joke. She chuckles lightly, but instantly grabs her side in pain. I can't wait any more! I use her distraction to my advantage and grab the shirt end and start to lift it up slowly.

Maggie's breath hitched when my fingers grazed the skin of her thighs. I looked up into her eyes to make sure she was okay. She was more than okay... slightly turned on I think. So, I held her gaze as I continued to pull the shirt up her thighs and over her hips. Purposefully allowing my fingers to glide across her soft sun kissed skin.

I can see her black and peach bikini bottoms, but I'm not done yet. I'm making my way up her stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. I love how her body is reacting to my touch.

Suddenly I see a panic in her eyes and she snatches the shirt from me. She is clutching it to her chest without exposing her breasts. Except, the bottom of her breast is revealed slightly. It dawns on me that she isn't wearing her bikini top under my shirt. Now I wish she had let me keep going with lifting the shirt.

I shift my eyes to the massive bruise and the whole world melts away. All I can see is red. A massive purple and black foot print is covering her left side. I can't believe that s**t kicked her. That he touched and marked what's mine!

I can't take my eyes off that bruise. All the while I'm plotting Sutton's death. Then I feel small soft hands gently grasp my face. Maggie is looking at me with soft eyes. She graces me with a tender smile as she runs her hands up through my hair, down the back of my neck, and coming to rest on my chest.

Fuck, that felt good!

I couldn't help but close my eyes and give in to her soothing touch. I placed my hands over hers on my chest and looked up into her eyes. I have never experienced anything like this before. Never has a woman caressed me in that manner. Nor calmed my rage as she had.

In a snap my rage returned when I heard Maggie trying to make light of her bruises. Not wanting it to be a big deal... but it is. Yes, she will heal, but that's not the point.

I quickly stand and drop her hands. I need to get my rage under control. I don't want to snap at her. I don't want her to be scared of me. Ever.

I turn away from Maggie, remove my muscle tank, and dive into the pool. The cool water will help simmer my rage. I resurfaced at the other end and turn to look at her. I'm in the shallow end now, so I'm able to stand up. My torso is now out of the water. I can see Maggie checking me out as water drips from my chest to my abs, down my v-line and into my shorts.

I give a smug grin at catching her and bite my lower lip seductively. She subconsciously mimics my movements and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. The action causing all the blood in my body to rush to my southern head. Oh, how I wish it was me nibbling on that lip.

I can see the moment Maggie comes back to reality, because her face flushes a deep scarlet. She attempts to hide her face by ducking down and walking to the edge of the pool. She then sits down and sticks her feet in.

I chuckle and begin to swim back to her.

"Why don't you get in Maggie? The cool water will probably feel good on your ribs." I tell her.

"I won't be able to tread water with my ribs like this. They are still too tender." She explains softly, looking at the water longingly.

I swim right up to her and grab her hips. She sucks in a sharp breath as I gently pick her up and bring her to me in the water. "Hold on to me" I instruct.

She wraps her arms around the back of my neck and onto my shoulders. I slide my hands from her hips to her thighs and pull them around my waist. Maggie obliges and locks her feet together behind me. Now we are flush against each other. I wrap one arm around her and use the other to swim.

This was a bad idea.

I can feel her breath hitting my ear. Her hardened n*****s are poking into my chest and I can feel her heart racing. I'm securely holding her at my waist so she doesn't come in contact with my excited c**k. Just the thought of her core rubbing against me has me doubling in size.

I bet her p***y would feel amazing squeezing d**k. Milking me greedily for all my hot seed.

Yep! This was a bad idea. However, I can't help but hold her tighter to me.