The Cocky Mr.Xavier

Chapter 9

Alexandria's Pov

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I spent the whole day on edge, everytime the front door dinged open I immediatly look towards the door. It was a mix between me not wanting him to come and me wanting to see him again. I'm really sure why I would want to see him again considering everything, I'm hoping it's just me feeling guilty about assualting him, that's gotta be it, I'm not usually a physically violent person so I probably just feel bad about kneeing him in the groin.

        It was almost six and I was about to headout to go pick up Deli. I headed to the back room to take off my apron and grab my jacket and purse. I clocked out and waved good-bye to Frank. I walked out the door about to turn left to Deli' school when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me aside. My heart speeded up and as I frantically tried to get out of this strangers grip. I didnt even try to look at them, I just started hitting their arm trying to pull away. I've been mugged before, though it wasn't broad daylight last time, this guy must have some serious guts. 

"Get the hell off me!" I yelled behind me. A few people walking by looked curiosly at me but kept walking. Damn New Yorkers they wouldn't even stop a mugging.

"Jesus Christ Alexandria, calm down, I just need to speak with you." I immediatly recognized the deep formal voice.

No fucking way, I actually looked at this persons face, and wouln't you know, Mr. William fucking Xavier in person. Any sense of my earlier wanting to see him and apologize was gone, I just wanted to get away from him now. I tried ripping my arm from his grip again but it wouldn't budged.

"would you please let go of my arm Mr.Xavier?" I mustered the most polite and sickly sweet voice I could.

All I got in response was a firm "No"

I looked at him like he'd lost his mind. Sarcasticly I said  "Mr.Xavier as much as I woukd love to talk the night away over possible lawsuits and police xharges, I can't I have to go pick my daughter up from school."

He just sort of snorted and grabbed his phone with his free hand.

"What school does she go to?" He looked down at me expectantly.

"What? I'm not telling you that? I don't even know you."

He sighed and searched for something in his phone, stil holding on to my arm. I looked at him questioningly not really sure what he was doing.

"Considering you were planning on walking there and it's already pretty late, I'm assuming her schools close by. Since she's still too young to go to elementary school, I'm guessing it's either a preschool or daycare. Closest one of those two to here is Poppies Daycare about a block away from here, I'm guessing that ones it?"

I froze, how the hell? He looked down at me, expecting me to be impressed maybe? As much as I hate to admit I was slightly impressed but more pissed than anything. He just sort of nodded his head like I'd answered him.

"I'm guessing by the silence that's a yes." He pulled his phone out calling someone.

"Paul could you please Pick up Miss Delilah Pond at Poppies daycare while you're there? You can take her back to my apartment and Have Mrs. Dunkin cook her some dinner and keep and eye on her." He then hung up the phone.

What the hell.

"Hey you can't just do that! The teachers won't just release her in the care of a ranndom stranger."

"They wil if Paul isn't a stranger. His daughter goes there too, the teachers are quite found of Paul too. I don't think he'll have any problems with that."