Author's POV
Iris knew exactly for what disgusting reason he may be using it but she wanted to mock him, so she did it.
For a moment, silence gripped the room, thick and heavy. Xavier, who was always stone-carved, now showed different twisted reactions: confusion, disbelief, disappointment, and then irritation.
In a swift motion, he reached for her, wrapping his hand around her waist in a tight grip. He crashed her small body against his.
“Me wear them?” Xavier asked in disbelief. “I f*****g rip it out, do you understand?” he said in a calm voice that carried irritation.
Iris didn’t want to press further or argue, even though the words were on the tip of her tongue but she did enjoy the act.
She just nodded. Xavier’s irritated face eased, but not completely. He rubbed his head as Ir
