Illegally His!!??

XIX

Meera's POV:

The last thing I remembered before opening my eyes in a familiar room with a throbbing headache was kissing Xavier's neck. 

OH, SHIT GIRL, DID YOU REALLY DO THAT? WHY, GURL, WHY? ARE YOU NUTS? 

Weakly, I fluttered my eyes open, trying to sit up as I cradled my head in my hands. I could still feel a burning sensation throughout my body, but it wasn't as intense as it had been last night.

 What the hell had actually happened to me?

Just as I was lost in my thoughts, a voice broke through, pulling me back to reality. 

"Are you okay, kiddo? How are you feeling now?" Lucian asked in a low voice, approaching me with concern in his eyes. Dressed in baggy cargos and a cut-off T-shirt, his messy hair added to the casual vibe as he sat on the edge of the bed, something in his hands.

"I'm okay, just a little shaken up by everything that happened last night. And I feel some weird sensations in my body," I murmured, avoiding his gaze.

He chuckled warmly. "Thank God you're fine. And yeah, feeling weird is totally normal because you were drugged by that idiot Dante."

"Anyway, here, take this," he said, extending some pills toward me as he stood up to pour a glass of water. He handed me the glass and then gently took it back, setting it aside.

 "It's still early; you can rest more, kiddo. Oh, and the boss asked me to give you this too." He pulled my phone from his pocket and handed it to me. 

"You can talk to your friends and family now and let them know you're safe. The boss already informed them, but still."

As I took my phone, I nodded weakly and switched it on.

 LEGIT, AFTER AN ENTIRE MONTH. CRAZY, RIGHT? 

When my phone restarted, it flooded with texts, missed calls, missed video calls—messages from classes, family, friends, and more. It was a mess, but I decided to answer them later.

Just as I was scrolling through my messages, he walked in—the DEVIL himself. Shirtless, flaunting his toned abs, tattooed arms, and defined V-cut, wearing loose PJs and slicked-back messy hair, his infamous smirk was back.

There was no way he was the same Xavier who'd been worried about me last night.

"Princess, did you sleep well?" he asked as he sauntered into my room.

Recalling the kiss from last night and then his smirk, a wave of shivers ran down my spine. I barely whispered, fidgeting with my fingers, "Did we...?"

Hearing my words, he laughed coldly, mocking me. "You didn't get the honor of having my INFAMOUS MONSTER DICK yet, princess."

Jerk, is he mocking me?

"Anyways, since you're still not safe outside, especially with Marcus and his men trying to control me, you're going to stay here at the estate with Lucian and the staff," he says, his tone and expression turning serious.

He continues, "The staff will be here as well, and if you need anything, tell Lucian." As he roams around my room as if looking for something, I can sense he's about to leave. He stops at the doorway and turns to look at me one last time.

It seemed like he wanted to say something, but he doesn't, and then he closes the door behind himself.

After a few minutes, the maids come in with gentle smiles, carrying a tray filled with different types of Russian cuisine.

Gosh, I just realized how much I've been missing my mumma ke haath ka khana.

As I freshen up and eat breakfast, I finally decide to call Kris. It's been so fuckin long since I last heard his voice.

I type in his number and place the call to my ear. After two or three rings, he finally picks up, speaking in a deep, warm voice, "Hello? Meera, is it really you?"

I nod, even though I know he can't see me, and speak in a low voice thick with emotion, "Kris..."

"Baby, where are you? Are you okay? Mom and Dad are scared as hell; they even reported you missing. What happened, sweetheart? Are you in trouble?" His words come rushing out, and I can feel his worry and concern.

"Yes, yes, I'm fine, Kris. I really miss you and Mom and Dad," I say softly, tears rolling down my cheeks unknowingly.

As I ended the call, I realized three hours had passed while I spoke to Kris, the only person who knew me inside and out. He was more than just my elder brother; he was my best friend.

Tucking the phone away, I decided to explore the parts of the mansion I hadn't seen yet. Stepping outside, a cool breeze greeted me, carrying the fresh scent of wet soil and blooming flowers.

I shoved my hands into my pockets as I wandered toward the back of the estate. 

To my surprise, I discovered several separate buildings marked "SERVANT QUARTERS," "SECURITY QUARTERS," "GUEST WING," and "PLAYWING," written in bold letters. 

No wonder I hardly ever saw his staff—they all seemed to stay here, in these isolated quarters.

But what was a Playwing? 

Curious, I made my way to the building, its walls draped in colorful flowers and vines, illuminated by silver lights. It looked like something out of a dream. 

As I reached the entrance, a group of women, barely dressed, approached me with smirks on their faces.

"Who's the new chick?" one of them sneered, sizing me up.

"She's not even that pretty. How did she get into Volkov Estates?" Another chimed in with a cold laugh.

"Meera," I said, keeping my voice calm as I extended my hand toward them. "And you?"

One of them scoffed, pushing my hand away. "You're that Indian chick the boss brought here himself, aren't you?"

Before I could respond, they circled me, their voices dripping with malice.

"No way the boss would've even touched her," one said, eyeing me with disdain.

"She's just some ugly nobody," another added, her gaze harsh.

"She's probably nothing more than a burden."

Then came the final blow: "How much do you charge for your services? Or are you just another freebie?"

Their words cut deep, but I stood tall, refusing to let them see how much their insults stung.