If you only knew...

27.I'm sorry

Xavier's POV

I slam on the accelerator, the car roaring to life beneath me, a reflection of the storm brewing inside.
A mix of frustration and sadness swirls in me, leaving me unsure of their origin.

My thoughts are overwhelming, Ana managed to leave me with a bitter taste in my mouth, as if I were merely a diversion for her amusement. She invaded my personal space without a second thought, only to toss me aside when her interest waned. Then she actually had the nerve to ask me to drive her to her fiancé, as if it were all just a game and I was the fool to obey her wishes.

Forget it, Xavier, it's not a big deal...

But it is...

I feel the need to pull over and gather my thoughts, taking a deep breath to steady myself. Why do I feel this strange ache inside? I can't shake the idea that it might be linked to her actions, but I refuse to believe it. Did I say something to upset her so deeply?

I find myself pondering why this particular situation has shaken me to my core. Typically, I approach challenges with indifference, but for some reason, this one stirs something deeper within me. What is it about this moment that leaves me feeling so unsettled?

Focus on your tasks Xavier...

Ana's POV

As Marco's hands brush against my tights, I settle into his lap, feeling the warmth radiating from him. Our lips meet, but surprisingly, I feel a strange emptiness—like a veil masks any trace of pleasure in this kiss.

I crave to immerse myself in the only safe haven he provides, yet a lingering ache jolts at me, a reminder of a piece of my heart that had left with Xavier. I try to push this feeling aside, but it clings stubbornly, refusing to let go.

"If you keep kissing me like that, I might just have to lock the office door, princess," Marco teases, a playful smirk spreading across his face.

"Oh, there's no need for that. I'll stop. This isn't the right place," I respond, forcing a fake smile as I run my fingers through his hair and pull away from the kiss.

"I'm so glad you decided to visit. For a while, I thought you had grown distant," he says softly, his gaze searching mine.

"I've just been through a rough time lately due to my last assignment. It was a lot to handle," I admit, my smile fading as memories of that assignment flood my mind. That kiss—I can't shake the feeling that it had been the only moment that truly felt real.

Xavier's POV

As I step into the hospital, I'm immediately struck by the thrumming energy of the crowd filling the hallways. People shuffle anxiously, whispering hopes and concerns as I navigate my way towards the reception.

Taking a deep breath, I approach the desk and say,
"I'd like to cover someone's surgery—I heard he put it off for three weeks."

"What's his name, sir? And what is yours?" The receptionist asks in a rushed voice, almost frantic.

"His name is... Adam Ray," I mutter, my heart pounding as the mere thought of him gives me a tight feeling in my chest.

"And yours, sir?" she presses, her patience wearing thin.

"Sir?" she repeats, clearly frustrated by my silence.

"Sorry, it's Xavier Ray," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Alright, I've found him. He has a balance of $20,230," she exclaims, her eyes wide in shock.

"Can I pay with a card?" I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.