Xo Novel
I don’t remember calling you over
In the past, their rendezvous had always taken place in the comfort of his home, but today things are different. The man she loved was now a married man, and he had sent her away last night so that he could spend it with his new wife, as he had done the previous night. So Olivia made a hasty escape from her own house and drove over to Xavier’s grand villa. The guards at the entrance bowed and opened the gate for her, but just as she was about to enter the extravagant property, she was abruptly stopped by the sight of Xavier standing before her, his chiseled features etched with surprise.
“Oh, God, baby. I was looking for you.” Xavier’s eyes narrowed as they roamed over her from head to toe. His annoyance was palpable as he slipped his hand into his pocket, a subtle gesture of irritation. He couldn’t help but scan her again, taking in every detail of the woman standing before him. Her figure was lithe and graceful, yet she held herself with an air of confidence that both intrigued and infuriated him. Finally, he couldn’t contain himself any longer and spoke with a sharp tone in his voice.
“I don’t remember calling you to come over, Olivia. What do you want?” Olivia was rendered speechless. The question that fell from the man’s lips caught her off guard, leaving her stunned and unprepared. Her mind raced, trying to come up with a plausible response as she struggled to process the shock of his inquiry. No one could have blamed her for being taken aback by the revelation that this man, whose presence exuded an air of bachelorhood, was in fact married. It was like a punch to the gut, sending her reeling and struggling to come to terms with this new information.
“Xavier, I am still trying to process that you are married. Sometimes I forget.” The man came to a sudden halt, his gaze fixed intently on her. His eyes bore into hers, searching for something she couldn’t quite decipher. The silence between them hung heavy, filled with an unspoken tension. She could feel his stare like a weight on her skin, making her heart race and her palms sweat. It was as if he could see right through her, reading every thought and emotion she tried to hide.
“Well, get used to it. I’m not planning on divorcing my wife. I am a married man, and you can’t come to my house as you please, yeah?” The man’s voice was like a sharp icicle, piercing through the air with its cold tone. A small smile played on his lips as he spoke, adding a hint of malice to his words before he continued on. “She’s interesting.” Olivia’s body tensed up, and she came to a sudden halt, her mind racing. What did he mean by interesting? A million possibilities flooded through her head as she tried to decipher the curious statement. Was it a compliment or a veiled insult? Or perhaps something entirely different? She felt a rush of adrenaline, and her senses sharpened, taking in every detail of her surroundings as she prepared for whatever was about to come next.
They slept together. He is not even hiding how excited he is about it. Olivia thought. Xavier climbed into his sleek, black sports car, the leather seats cooling against his skin. He revved the engine and glanced over at Caleb, who was already pulling out of the driveway in a cloud of dust. Olivia stood alone outside the grand villa, her long hair catching the afternoon sun as she watched their departure. She felt a twinge of sadness as she realized she was now truly alone in this foreign land, with nothing but the sounds of nature and distant traffic to keep her company.
Olivia stood before the grand, ornate door of the villa and took a deep breath before pushing it open. As she stepped inside, her footsteps echoed across the marble floors. Suddenly, she heard the soft click of heels on the stairs and turned to see Cathleen descending in a short, silky nightdress that shimmered in the dim light. The smooth fabric hugged her curves like a second skin, accentuating her long, toned legs that seemed to go on for miles. Olivia couldn’t help but admire Cathleen’s beauty as she gracefully descended the stairs, her dark hair cascading down her back.
Cathleen’s legs were like pillars of marble-flawless and smooth. With each step she took, they seemed to catch the light and radiate a natural glow. Olivia had seen her fair share of beauties in the cutthroat entertainment world, but none of them could hold a candle to Cathleen’s ethereal beauty. It was as if she had been sculpted by a master artist, every curve and angle perfected. This woman, who happened to be Xavier’s wife, was a vision of perfection that Olivia couldn’t take her eyes off of. As she stood in front of her, Olivia felt as though she paled in comparison. How could she compete for Xavier’s love against someone so breathtaking? Every feature and movement of Cathleen’s seemed to exude grace and elegance, leaving Olivia in awe of her incomparable beauty.
Olivia’s sharp gaze swept over Cathleen, taking in every detail of her appearance. The bright light streaming through the living room window illuminated the delicate veins in Cathleen’s skin, creating a subtle lace-like pattern on her fair complexion. Her eyes, as dark as midnight, held a veneer of distance and coldness, but Olivia could sense a quiet strength and hidden warmth beneath that icy facade. There was no denying that Cathleen was a true beauty, with her flawless features and elegant poise.
As Cathleen’s legs hit the marble floor from the staircase, Olivia spoke. “Mrs. Knight, can I please use the kitchen today? Xavier and I are going to have dinner together.”
Olivia’s lips curled into a sneering smirk as she spoke, her eyes glinting with malice as they met Cathleen’s.
“Of course, Miss Williams.” The gentle cadence of Cathleen’s voice was quickly drowned out by the ominous rumble of thunder outside, a telltale sign of an approaching storm. The dark clouds loomed in the sky, threatening to unleash their fury at any moment. The wind picked up, rustling through the trees and sending leaves scurrying across the ground. A sense of foreboding filled the air as if nature itself was anticipating the storm’s arrival.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.