Well, we all have read the typical billionaire story where the guy is rude, arrogant, cold and heartless until he meets an innocent little beautiful Angel who changes his life.
But what happens when both of them are rude, arrogant, cold and heartles...
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"Would you stop calling her again and again? Did she pick up your phone for the first time? I think the fuck not. Then why the fuck are you calling her again?" I heard the familiar Italian accent spatting those words in anger in a loud whisper.
"She is sleeping," The angry voice came again after a pause. "No, I can't fucking wake her up. "
I scrunched my nose as I heard the loud whisper again. Does he not know how to whisper? I opened my eyes to see his back. I took a minute to take in my surroundings. We ever no longer on the plane, we were on a boat and it was nighttime. Why didn't he wake me up? I noticed that there was a jacket on my chest. It's Xavier's mint green jacket.
No shit Sherlock.
He turned around and saw that I was awake and he immediately ended the call.
"Who was it?" He just glared at me and gave me my phone back and turned around. I removed his jacket from my body and kept it beside the laptop bag. I rubbed my eyes with my right hand as I looked at my screen.
It was Adrian's call. I took a mental note of calling him tomorrow.
"How far are we?"I said stretching my body a little. "Five minutes." "Is this your boat?" "Yes,"
I didn't say anything further. This was the first normal conversation we had without fighting.
I got lost in the sound of the waves and the view of the bright star shining in the peaceful sky.
I saw the famous white and the blue wash of the buildings indicating that we were near.
Xavier parked the boat at the deck as he walked towards me to take the bag and his coat. He placed his coat on his right arm and carried the laptop bag as I got up. Before I could step out of the boat Xavier did. I quickly got pissed at him for not letting me go first but when he held his hand out for me, my heart warmed a little.
I placed my hand in his, ignoring the fact how perfect my hand felt in his warm ones. I didn't dare to look up into his eyes. I found the ground more interesting.
As soon as I stepped on the ground I released my hand from his grip but he didn't let go.
"Xavier-" "The bags will be there by tomorrow." He said as he walked forward pulling me with him causing me to tighten my grip on his hand.
Does he not know the things that happen to me though he is just simply holding my hand? I couldn't ignore the fact that my body wanted his warmth, it craved his warmth no matter what he did.
After five minutes of walking through the white and blue tops dome and the faintly lighted streets, we finally reached our suite which was booked by no other than the Andino brothers themselves as they owned it. Xavier still hadn't left my hand.
The manager came and greeted us giving and he gave us the keys to our rooms. Xavier finally left my hand as he had to take the keys.
The room was fairly large, I am glad that it wasn't lavish like the ones in seven-star hotels, it was beautiful and cosy and I liked it.
