The Cocky Mr.Xavier

Chapter 8

Xavier's Pov

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Friday night and I'm laying in bed staring at the slip of paper that waitress gave me. What the hell am I even doing. I'm William Xavier, Richest  playboy in New York, I've got girls throwing themselves at me and I'm trying to decide whether or no to call some random girl that practically attacked me. 

        Frustrated I threw the slip of paper in my drawer and headed to my closet. I'm going to get her off my mind once and for all. I just need a nice night and a good lay. 

I put on my favorite suit and called Les Pier, a nice restaurant near downtown New York. After making a reservation there I ordered some tickets for one of the shows on broadway tonight. Finally I called up Cheryl. She was a pretty easy lay. Shower her with a few gifts and entertainment and she was good to go for the night. She usually did a good job keeping my mind of things when work got a little stressful, surely she can get my mind off some random girl.

        Two hours later I pulled up in front of Cheryl's apartment and waited for her to come out of the front lobby. She was dressed in a short red dress, that showed off her curves nicely. 

     In the care she got and immediatly she squeeled hugging me around the neck and pacing a big kiss on my cheek, leaving what I can only assume to be a pretty reasonbly sized lipstick smudge on my cheek. 

        "Oh William it's been sooooo long." 

One bad thing I've known about Cheryl, she good looking and she knows it. Also she's extremely needy and whinney.

        "Oh you know Cheryl, I just needed a night out, and you were the first person I thought of." Of course that was a lie, even now I'm still thinking about Alexandria.

I've had less than twenty minutes of conversation with this women and yet I can't get her out of my head. 

        Cheryl started pouting right about then. She's always wanted me to call her some type of pet name. She even made a few up of her own. She wanted me to call her, sweety, baby, honey, or mommy.

        I don't see the point in pet names. Call someone by their name, pet names are ridiculous anyway. It's too weird to call someone that. I don't even like it when people call me will over william. 

We pulled up in front of Les Pier and I handed my keys to the valet. We headed inside and our night continued, very boringly might I add. Cheryl was very attractive but there was no point in having any type of intelligent conversation with her. She was smart and I know that, but you couldn't talk to her about anything other than shoes, clothes, and the latest gossip. 

*Hours Later*

After the show was over Cheryl seemed to have the same thing in mind as me. Her lips were locked onto my neck the whole way home, her hands were een wandering into some dangerous places considering we were still driving. 

Once at my apartment we left the car and keys to the valet and hurried inside. Once inside my room we instantly starting stripping. First my shirt then hers, by the time we were in the bedroom everything besides my boxers were off.

I left her on the bed just long enough to open my drawer and grab a condom. Searching for the box, I came across the one thing I really wish I wouldn't have. The piece of paper with Alexandrias phone number on it. She popped into my head and the moment I glanced over at Cheryl I lost any motivation the take this farther.

Sighing I just sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Cheryl you should leave."

"WHAT! WHY?"  She was shocked and crawled over to me clinging to my back.

"Did I do something wrong?" She sounded almost sad.

"No I'm just not in the mood,  I thinks it's best if you leave. I'll call you a cab."

When I went to get up she grabbed hold of my back and started kissing my neck from behind. I wasn't turned on like I was before, I was mostly just disgusted with myself and irratated with her.

"Cheryl." I stood up brushing her off.

"It's really time to leave, now."

She huffed grabbing her clothes.

"Fine but don't bother to come crawling back to me. I'm done with you."

She slammed the door and seconds later you could hear a very quiet ding from the elevator.

We weren't actually together but Cheryl was the one I usually called when I was in the mood for some action. I walked out onto the balcony and stood there watching the city.

"Damnit, what now?"

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Alex's Pov

The rest of the weekend flew by and the next thing I knew it was monday morning and I was making eggs, bacon, and toast for Deli and I. Most of my bruises were healed up by now, the scartch was all but gone, but my ribs were still pretty sore. They were supposed to be sore for a while so I know it's not supposed to be healed yet.

Heading out I listened to  Deli talk about class and her friends. She was so happy just talking away so I listened and then dropped her off. Walking back from her daycare I was crossing the street when a car didn't stop for the crosswalk. The car barely stopped in time and honked. I turned to look at the driver pissed that he would honk at me when I had the right of way. I looked at the driver and it was none other than fucking Mr. William Xavier. I just sort of stood there and gapped at him, he did pretty much the same to me. someone in the crowd accidently pushed into me and I got enough sense to hurry away so I could get to work.

It really is just my luck to run into him after last week. I walked into  work still slightly dazed and out of it.  I went to the back room and put on my apron, to get ready to take orders.

"Hey Alex I gotta talk to you for a sec." Frank called me over as soon as I left the back room.

"Yeah Frank what's up?" 

"Mr.Xavier stopped by Friday to ask a few questions and see how you were doing."

I froze. "What."

"He stopped by and asked a few questions, I told him that you'd be here monday. I just wanted to give you a heads up that he may be coming by today. He seemed to be a bit worried about your health. Do you know him?"

"Besides being hit by him I don't know anything about him. What'd he ask?"

"Oh you know...." He started rubbing the back  of his neck. "Just if I thought you'd have enough money to pay for any medications, or if you were okay, just stuff like that." He was acting strange. I feel like he was leaving some things out but I just nodded and headed to start my shift.

Why the hell was William Xavier asking about me. Is he still mad about the whole groin thing.....Who am I kidding I'd still be mad too. Great I've got a billionair who pissed off at me.

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Thanks for reading. I know theres a lot of errors and everything. I'll try and update more often but with classes and everything I tend to get behind. Thank you guys again, any ideas or comments readlly help.