The Act

The visit (part 1)

Sage's POV

As we stepped out of our limousine, many men came from all places quickly grabbing all of the bags out the truck. I despise standing around not doing anything it just makes me feel lazy. With that being said I make a very sly attempt to grab just one my suitcases, yet a pointed look from Xan is enough to have me throwing it back down.

I sigh. "You know I can carry some of my own things right? Do you see these muscles? I easily could be classified as CIA trained."

Xan looks at me hard before trailing his eyes to my "muscles" proceeding to scoff, Scoff!

"I beg to differ on a part of that statement though I am very aware you can carry you're own bags."

He doesn't think i could qualify as a CIA?

"You don't think I could qualify as a CIA?" I question accusingly making him smirk.

"You want the lie or the truth?" Asshole.

"Fuck you Xan." I scoff walking into the hotel without him and my bags. This seems like a lose-lose ass situation right now, but him not believing i could be CIA trained is worse.

Well maybe I'm just being a little over dramatic , but whats wrong with that?

From behind me I hear him shoot back a "Just name the time and the place and I can assure you i'll make it happen." suggestively. This horny fucking bastard.

This horny sexy fucking bastard.

Tuning my attention away from Xan, I then look attempting to find the check-in area, succeeding very successfully approximately 27 seconds after.

I trot my way up to the nice looking man waiting for him to acknowledge me which to my appreciation isn't long at all.

"Well hey there pretty lady, what can I do for you today?" He greets with a smile forcing me to smile back a bit more awkwardly.

I hate social interactions.

"Preciate' the compliment, and im here to check in a room." I explain not exactly caring how professional I sounded at the moment.

"Ahh I see, would you mind telling me your name."

"It's under the name Xan Kingman." I say watching how the poor man's face drops. His eyes rake my body once then twice before coming back to my face with the same bewildered look.

Here it comes.

"Xan kingman? Shocker i'm assuming you work for him?" He asks smiling again with a suggestive glint in his eye. Why is he smiling so much. I hope he doesn't like me.

"With him, and what makes it so shocking?" I ask back genuinely intrigued by his answer.

"Well honestly I couldn't see someone as sweet and pure," funny "as you working with someone as cold and stuck up as him." Excuse me.

I mean he's not exactly lying. Though i'll be damned if i let someone talk about him like that to my face.

Before I can even begin to defend Xan, a strong arm is wrapped around my waist pulling me back into their chest. I inhale enjoying the smell of his expensive cologne that filled my senses. Of course its him. It's always him.