Ruthless Devotion

Eva

The sudden trilling of my phone wakes me from my slumber. Muscles I didn't even know I had ache as I stir. I couldn't have been asleep for more than three hours after another two sessions. I was thoroughly impressed by Xavier's quick turn around and in the end, I was the first one to tap out. True to his word as soon as I expressed my need to stop Xavier was quick to act.

Happily, I had passed out against his bare chest, no doubt snoring loudly from the cold air conditioning blasting us.

Embarrassment washed over me as I crawl off the bed and snatch my phone. My legs felt like jelly. I glance back at Xavier still asleep. I stand there for a long moment simply taking him in and then reality settled in like a chilling fog.

Checking my phone, I shoot off a text to the group chat and swipe up to read some of the messages. Maddy had flooded the chat with articles about Xavier. My heart sank as I glanced over the articles. I had vaguely recognized the name Harrison-Donovan the industry mogul, which industry I didn't care to learn. Annoyance settled itself deep inside me.

As soon as I had been whisked up to a penthouse apartment I should have backed out. I knew that I was going to be another notch in his belt. Cursing my stupid horny brain, I gather my clothing and stumble about hastily getting dressed. I try my best to shake off the shame. Xavier and I are from two different worlds. Vastly different worlds. I've seen men like him before, particularly in my line of work. I've been exposed to the elites and my small exposure was enough to last me a lift time. It was always the elites that had the most to hide.

Making my quick escape I pass a home office on my hurried walk to the exit. Dipping inside I hunt for a notepad and pen. Scribbling a message on the note I return to the bedroom. Stifling a giggle, I watch Xavier once more. He was out cold; I could probably bring in a brass band and he'd roll over and continue to slumber.

Pressing the sticky note to his forehead I made a hasty exit fully prepared to show up to breakfast with my family disheveled and reeking of sinful sex. Thinking better of it I ensure to make a stop at my apartment and make apologies for my lateness.

Arriving at my apartment complex I take note of the workmen busily filtering in and out of the lobby carrying a swarth of electrical equipment. It's only when I catch the logo on the back of a man's shirt that I remember the notes from the last body corporate meeting. The second half of security upgrades ensured that the elevator buzzer worked and random strangers were no longer able to swipe into the elevator.

Sauntering a little to happily into the café I plop myself at a table. My younger sister Abigaile eyes me with suspicion.

'You are way too happy for a Sunday morning.' Her voice is dripping with accusation. Her eyes were glassy, and it appeared that she was fighting off her own hangover.

I high five myself mentally for going home to get refreshed, as no one had placed their orders yet.

'Abby!' my mum pipes up with a roll of her eyes. 'Your sister is always happy to see her parents, aren't you darling?' With an expertly practice smile I nod and glance at the menu deciding the warm morning called for an iced latte.

It didn't take long for my energy to be zapped. An exhausting breakfast was spent fielding questions. As their oldest daughter the typical questions flooded the conversation. Do I have a boyfriend. When will I settle down. When will they get grandbabies. That last note was particularly grating. I may as well get SPINSTER tattooed on my forehead the way my family cracked on about their precious non-existent grandchildren. As always, Abby was no help quietly sucking down a long black acting more and more suspicious by the second.

My desire to tell our parents about her new boyfriend popped up on more than one occasion. I thought better of it knowing that Abby would soon be stuck on a hellish 8-hour car ride back to Adelaide where they planned to stay for a few months. Abby had happily agreed to join them looking forward to catching up with her friends. As much as I wanted to make fun of Abby, I knew she was struggling to adjust to a new city.