Xo Novel
Avery Jackson. The wife
The screams tore out her lungs but were muffled by his hand. He pounded her kitty with quick, forceful thrusts. His balls were slapping her ass while she hung on to her dear life. Xavier’s jaw clenched tight as he pounded into her mercilessly, each thrust filled with a raw primal force. Her body shook and trembled beneath him, unable to withstand the intense pressure he inflicted upon her. He gave no reprieve, driven by an insatiable desire to dominate and conquer. Ignoring her screams while his cock was buried deep within her, he took out his phone to call his assistant while still pumping into the blonde
“Look into the girl; my father wants me to marry. Find out everything about her; don’t leave anything.” He ordered.
But his assistant asked him for the name of the girl, and then he suddenly recalled that the old man didn’t tell him the name of the girl. That angered him, and he took out all his frustration on the girl he was currently banging. He bit so hard on his lower lip as he drove himself into her. The line between pleasure and pain blurred within her as he devoured her. He hammered the girl till he was content. He emptied himself inside the condom and growled, “Get out!”
He snarls, grabbing a towel to roughly wipe off the sweat that drips down his forehead. With a determined stride, he makes his way towards the bathroom but suddenly halts in his tracks. His muscles tense and his jaw clenches as he unleashes a guttural growl of frustration and anger.
“When I come out of the bathroom, I wouldn’t want to find you here.”
The blonde couldn’t believe how the guy was acting toward her. First, he was balls-deep in her and made a call, then he left her mid-climax, and now he just asked her to leave. The girl could tell that the man was a rude bastard, but of course, she didn’t have the guts to tell him. She could tell he was also an important figure, so she did what she thought was best, dragged her ass out of the suite, and went home.
The drops of water cascaded down his chiseled body, glistening in the dim bathroom light. Each one traced a winding path from his muscular chest, down his toned abdomen, and finally dripping off his flexed buttocks. It was like a sensual dance, with the water caressing every curve and ridge of his physique. Xavier couldn’t help but wonder why his father was so insistent on him finding a wife. But for now, he pushed that thought to the back of his mind and simply savored the sensation of the hot water against his skin, soothing and invigorating all at once.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.
When he came out of the bathroom, the girl was already gone. He hated clingy women. He had a girlfriend, and it was clear from the start that they were just dating and she shouldn’t have put her nose into his business. He perches on the edge of the bed, his mind racing with urgency. Despite being in the States, he knows he’s not close enough to New York City to make it in time. With a sharp command, he orders his assistant to bring a helicopter to the rooftop of their hotel, desperate to reach the church before it’s too late.
Impatiently tapping his foot while awaiting the chopper’s arrival, he frantically scanned through the list of potential brides in his mind. Suddenly, his phone rang, and he answered with a sense of urgency, dreading that it could be a call revealing his arranged marriage to a stranger.
Xavier: Talk to me.
Line 2: Sir, you are going to marry the Jackson family’s daughter.
Xavier: Age, lifestyle, work, anything that can be helpful.
Line 2: Sir, Avery Jackson doesn’t have a job because she’s a brat who wastes her parents’ money. She is a flirt, and she has slept with many men, including your niece Finn, whom she was supposed to marry. She is 23. She has never been to school. I mean, no degree or anything to her name.
Xavier seethes with anger at the mere thought of his uneducated, lowlife fiancee. Every mention of her sends a wave of disgust and resentment through him. He is convinced that he will never touch her, that their marriage will be a living hell for her, and that she will regret ever being connected to him. His confusion mounts as he struggles to understand why his own father, who always wanted the best for him, would force this despicable union upon him. It’s enough to make Xavier question everything he thought he knew about his family and his future.
Did my father know that I was going to marry a prostitute in New York?
With a heavy heart, he pushed aside his confusion and doubts, determined to please his domineering father. The chopper ride to New York would take two grueling hours, but what did it matter to him if the girl would have to walk down the aisle first? After all, the marriage was merely a business arrangement, a facade of love that would ultimately lead to separate lives. As he slowly rose to his feet, a sinister thought slithered into his mind and contorted his features into a grotesque sneer.
Every fiber of Xavier’s being seethes with anger as he scrolls through his phone, searching for Avery Jackson’s name. He refuses to let this woman use him for his money, and he’ll be damned if he lets her think she can manipulate him. The mere thought of her sends a shiver down his spine, and he vows to protect himself from her deceptive ways at all costs.
Seeing pictures of his older brother’s son, Finn, with Avery on the internet only added to his inner turmoil. However, he couldn’t make out Avery’s face in the blurry images, making him even more conflicted.
His heart races as he flees the hotel room, his mind spinning with fear and desperation. The sound of his own panicked footsteps echoes through the hallway as he rushes towards the chopper. His palms sweat and his breath comes in short gasps.