Business Always
CHAPTER 13—XAVIER POV

I park my car outside the club, the smooth vibrations of the slow music wandering in the air outside the entrance.

"Xavier long time no see!" My friend Christian pulls me into a handshake.

"Looks good," I comment, analysing the building up and down.

It was a tall building made of cinder blocks rather than traditional bricks, giving it a modern look. Tall windows line the walls, showing the warm light from inside.

"Glad you could make it man!" He takes me inside.

He takes me up the floating glass stairs, and into one of the private booths.

He presses the red button on the far edge of the table and a couple of moments later

a waiter, dressed in a tux, arrived to take our order.

"A scotch on the rocks," I tell him, he nods and leaves.

"I have to say Xavier, I'm a little bummed you didn't let me invite Amelia Davis." He laughs, pausing when the waiter comes back with our drinks.

"Why do you need to invite Miss Davis?" I lean forward.

"Dude?" he asks me, as if I should already know the answer. "She's not only the most successful person out here, but she's always in the public eye. If the press knew she was coming here, I could've gotten some free publicity."

"Sorry man but her husband, sorry future husband, isn't a fan of yours and I just think she wouldn't be helpful for your brand," I make up.

I'm lying through my teeth, but I don't want her to come. I just need a night away from her and the stress she causes.

"Thanks bro," he says genuinely, and I feel a little bad. Oh, well. I'll just get my marketing team to make up for it.

The sound of high heels clicks against the marble floor as a group of women walk into the booth in front of us.

My jaw clenches out of annoyance when I see her sitting there, hanging about with her friends, not a care in the world.

Her curvaceous body was encased in a purple dress, short enough to have everyone Stärningartiler.

She waves politely at a couple of entrepreneurs and celebrities who recognize her but mostly kept to herself and her friends.

"How the hell did Alexander Chopra bag her?" Mark mutters under his breathe, his eyes glued to her until the moment she sits down.

I chuckle under my breath. Trust me, I've been wondering that too.

Mark and I chat a little longer, mostly about business and how he wants to elevate this place. I knew he would make a lot of money from it-it was calm and harmonic whilst still making people feel like they were on a night out.

I hear the occasional laugh and sarcastic comments from Amelia's booth. Hearing her curtains draw, my head immediately shoots up to see that she's leaving the booth and heading towards the bathroom.

"Hey man I need to go to the toilet I'll be back," I tell Mark and leave.

I hated myself for following her like a fucking lost puppy. When she wasn't here, I could remind myself how much she was not needed and in my life.

But as soon as I saw her...

My legs have a mind of their own, and my consciousness is out the window when she's around. My brain was foggy with all the good things she was that it kicked out everything bad about her, even though they were more recent.

She comes out of the bathroom, her hand running through her curly hair.

"You look good Miss Davis." My mouth speaks before my brain can think.

"Thank you," she says quietly, not making eye contact with me or even looking in my direction.

Her body was away from me, but I could feel myself wanting to get closer, like 2 opposite sides of a magnet.

I give into my desire and move closer to her, resulting in her looking away. "Why are you so shy all of a sudden?" I ask.

She's silent for a minute. "I'm not being shy." Her tone is hushed, and I smirk at how she's squirming, and I haven't even touched her.

"I wish you wouldn't lie to me," I say quietly. I tilt my head to the side, eyeing her up and down.

She knows I'm looking, and she knows she likes it. I put my hands on her waist, ever so softly. If she doesn't want it, she could more than easily push me away.

But she doesn't.

My skin feels like it's sizzling as I touch her exposed skin on her waist. I wait a moment, seeing if she'll resist, and when she doesn't, I pull her against me. Breathing deeply, I swallow the lump in my throat as her body pressed on mine.

Mark gave me a tour of the place earlier, and I knew there's an empty gap at the back of this floor, which is soon going to be built into another set of lounges.

"Come with me," I tell her, taking her small hand into mine.

"I-I can't...They're waiting for me." She points shakily in the direction of her friends, who are pointing and gasping at all the celebrities, models, and actors they could see around the club.

"I'm sure they won't miss you for a few moments." I sigh.

It's like I'm under some sort of spell when she's around, absolutely brainwashed by her, wanting to touch her, tease her.

"I told the owner of this place not to invite you, since I was sure you didn't want to see

me here...but you still found your way to me," I say, my tone laced with humour.

"I took Alexander's invite," she mumbles, looking down at her feet and fiddling with her engagement ring.

"Right."

"Mr King, why did you bring me here?" she asks, lifting her head up so her eyes meet mine. The low dim lights of the club made her emerald eyes that much more entrancing.

A stray curl bounces against her face, over her left eye and I get a strong urge to push it away. "Why did you follow?"

Being this close to her wasn't good for me. She was like a drug, her warm floral scent intoxicating me.

Her tense back muscles relax a bit as she leans into me, swaying her body to the quiet whisper of the music.

She pressed herself impossibly closet to me, her ass rubbing against me. I move her hair away from her neck, kissing it softly.

"Mr King," her voice pipes up in surprise. I carry on, my lips making their way from her jaw to her neck and down to her collar bone.

"Don't start something you won't be able to finish, Miss Davis," my voice rumbles.

She takes my warning as a challenge, a competitive smirk on her face as she turns around hand hooks her arms around my neck.

"Don't you start something you won't win," she murmurs. She brings her face closer to mine and so do I, closing my eyes.

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When my lips don't meet hers, I open my eyes to see a cheeky grin on her face. I smirk —it was on.

My grip on her waist tightens as I spin her around, pinning her against the wall. Her eyes only tingle with excitement.

Her manicured nails trail up my throat and drag along my jaw. I take a deep breath.

"I think I'm going to win Mr King," her voice, like honey, whispers.

The competitive edge in me comes alive as my hand moves from her hip and wraps around her throat.

"Two could play that game this game," I mutter.

"But only one can win," she fires back.

Her leg is in between mine, and she slides her foot against my calf.

"I don't know why." She stops "I keep on running into you..."

Her throat is dry, and her voice is raspy. She sounds like she could use a drink of water.

You do that to her. My conscience high-fives me.

My entire body feels week after her words. I lean forward, pressing my forehead against hers.

"Kiss me., I demand.

"I have lipstick on," she tries to replace an excuse.

"Stain me."

And she does.

Her sweet taste is euphoric, and I have to pull away for a second to look at her, but her

eyes are still closed.

I cup her face, meeting her lips with mine once again. Her tongue slides against my bottom lip, effortlessly gaining access.

She tries hard to dominate the kiss, but that was a battle I was going to win.

Her tiny breaths, only turn me on more as she's fighting her moans against my mouth. "Mr King..." she breathes out quietly.

I press my lips harder, my other hand going into her hair as her hands hold onto me, Tbilisi herself.

Her lips move again, this time down to my neck where she slowly sucks my skin. Tilting my head to the side, I can feel her smile against my neck.

I pull away from her a second time, her chest rising up and down and my eyes fall straight to her cleavage which was now exposed.

This time she leans in colliding our lips together, my boner is pressing against the zipper of my pants.

My hand plays with the hem of her dress, caressing the inside of her thigh. She breathes heavily as she kisses me, and I can taste the sweet taste of her drink. My hand travels upwards, squeezing her ass from under her dress.

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Her surprise makes her bite down on my bottom lips, which she then licks over as her way of apologizing for it.

My hand replaces the band of her panties, the rough lace brushing against my skin. I follow the waistband of her underwear, guiding me to her bikini area.

She shudders as my cold hand feels up against her warm body. She carries on kissing me, trying to divert her attention away from what my hands were doing.

Her legs separate a little, giving me more space to freely move my hand across her. My thumb drags down her underwear, stopping over her clitoris and moving in slow circles. Her lips move away, and she leans against the wall, pushing her pelvis towards

me.

I move my thumb faster and rougher and she breathes in deeply, her eyes closing. "Amelia," I call out her name and her eyes peel open.

"Stop," she says, clearing her throat. "Stop."

I instantly move away from her.

"I'm so sorry Mr King this has already gone too far," she says, pulling her dress down.

"What?" I exclaim.

"You win," she says, standing herself up and walking away.

This was not happening. I grab her forearm and pull her back. She slams against me,

her back to my chest.

"You think you can keep on playing these games with me?" I growl.

"I'm playing games?" she whispers, quiet but ferocious. "No one asked you to fucking

follow me."

I have to hurt her right now. If I don't, I'm just going to get more and more tangled in

her traps. "You act like you're so good." I push her away from me so she's a distance away, she

stumbles on her thin heels but steadies herself. "Does Chopra know what you're doing

here?"

"Fuck you!" she says, her expression is obviously hurt but she stands her ground, her fists clenched.

"Fuck me?" I scoff. "You're the one who can't make up your mind about that."

"Stay away from me," she warns, and I smirk.

"You know that won't happen, if I don't come you will-you're just as tempted as I am."

She turns around and walks off, and I walk a couple of steps behind her. She's steaming

in anger that she doesn't even realia I'm behind her.

Her booth with her friends awaits her. She stands outside it, the curtains now closed,

and takes a deep breath, plasters a smile on her face and walks in I exhale when she disappears into her booth. I don't want to say anything, but these games aren't good for either of us.

And so I have to learn to let go. It won't be easy, but it's the only solution I have to

save her and myself.

Unless she lets me in.