Black Stilettos

♡. Chapter Eight

Shaira woke up slowly, rays of sunlight gleaming over the exposed skin of her legs.

She sat up when she no longer felt groggy, throwing her legs over the side of the bed, just realizing that she was all alone on the large bed.

Where was Zavier?

She got off the bed to look for him, he was nowhere to be found in the bedroom so hesitantly, she stepped out to look for him.

She stepped right into a carpeted hallway, dressed in nothing but one of Zavier’s dress shirts from the night before.

She paused when she was out of the bedroom, confused, she didn’t know where to go.

Considering that the night before, Zavier had been the one to carry her all the way to his bedroom, she had barely even paid any attention to the house so now she had no inkling of where he could be.

She decided to make a move, planning to walk around until she either found Zavier or bumped into someone that could take her to him.

She didn’t have to walk very far before she met a servant who was quick to take her to Zavier.

The lady in uniform stopped in front of a door after they had gone down a flight of stairs. “Sir is in the kitchen ma’am, if you’ll excuse me.” She added quietly, turning around and disappearing into another hallway.

Shaira froze up, even though she literally slept in his arms the night before, she was quite nervous to see him.

But she couldn’t stand outside the door forever or even worse until Zavier came out and found her himself, besides, she was curious about what he could be doing.

Gently, she pushed open the door, peeking inside only for her eyes to widen in surprise, Zavier was actually cooking!

She moved quietly, not wanting him to know that she was behind him, he was engrossed with whatever he was doing over the counter so he hadn’t noticed that she had come in.

She slipped behind him, hugging him gently from behind, her slender arms going around his bare waist.

He had just pulled sweatpants on and was preparing breakfast shirtless, Shaira had planned to marry for money but Zavier was steadily ruining her plans.

Zavier smiled when he felt familiar arms go around him. “I didn’t expect you to wake u[p so soon.” He said honestly, he must have worn her out the night before.

He also wanted it to be a surprise. This was new territory for him, firstly,. He never let anyone share his bed but he not only did that but here he was making breakfast.

“Me neither.” Shaira mumbled, resting her cheek against his bare back. “Maybe it was because you left.” She added on a pout.

Zavier’s smile got wider at this, letting her hang on to him while he finished up breakfast.

While he didn’t have a lack for anything while growing up, he literally made all of his money all by himself so he was accustomed to doing things for himself.

His servants had nearly had an aneurysm when he first hired them whenever he tried to do the things that he hired them to do, it was alway easier to just let them do it instead.

But this morning he had really wanted to prepare something for Shaira, the fear in the cook’s eyes nearly made him change his mind though.

Shaira kept hugging Zavier while he slowly shuffled around to set up the table,it was so comfortable just resting on him that she started to feel drowsy.

“Don’t fall asleep now, breakfast is ready.” Zavier said to her when he noticed.

Shaira perked up at this. “Oh that smells really good.” She lifted her head to say, peeking around him.

“Oh wow!” Her eyes went wide when she caught a glimpse of all that he had laid out on the table. “I didn’t know you cooked so well.” She praised, looking extremely impressed.

Zavier’s chest puffed out at this, proud of himself for getting her approval. He shrugged his shoulders like it was no big deal though. “I lived alone quite early so it was more of a necessity.”

They settled down to eat, sitting close to each other as they dug into the food.

It was clear that Zavier did not want to talk about what would happen after breakfast, it seemed insensitive to just expect Shaira to stay with him although that was all he really wanted.

Mean Shaira wasn’t even thinking along those lines, she was genuinely enjoying Zavier’s presence that she absolutely forgot that she had to call her mom.

If anything, at least to reassure her mom that she was still alive and hadn’t been mugged or kidn*pped.

Instead they both talked about lighthearted things like the first time they had both tried to make pancakes all by themselves.

When they were rounding off breakfast, a servant timidly came in, holding something.

“Pardon me.” They started off nervously. “But while I was cleaning out the car, this phone wouldn’t stop ringing and I was worried that it could be something important…”

The servant barely got all of their words out before Shaira jumped to her feet, panic expressive in her eyes. “Oh my! Thank you, I’ll have that.” She hurried over to the servant to take her phone.

As if on cue, after she collected it, it started to ring again.

“My pleasure.” The servant muttered, bowing slightly before making themselves scarce.

“I’ll be right back.” Shaira said to Zavier, going out into the hallway.

Zavier frowned as he watched her leave, who could it be calling her? Was it someone very important? A boyfriend maybe?

Sure he was jumping into conclusions but the thought of possibly sharing Shaira with someone else made him want to sweep off all the contents on the table to the floor with one hand.

He sat uneasily while he waited for her to return, he couldn’t hear her and it took all of his self restraint to not try and eavesdrop.

He pushed his leftover eggs idly around on the plate. This was worrisome, if he felt this way towards her when they literally just met, she could be really dangerous to him and what terrified him even more was that he wasn’t sure he minded.