Illegally His!!??

XLII

Xavier's POV:

Tired from the events of the busy day, I lean back in the backseat, gazing out the window as the world passes by.

Ever since Mom and Dad died, I've been alone—cold, distant, and unforgiving. The kind of man you wouldn't dare cross. Until Meera entered my life.

Lucian, Viktor, and Marco—they've always had my back. But even with them by my side, there's always been this emptiness, this void I couldn't fill. 

Then Meera came along, and suddenly everything seemed to make sense.

I still remember the first time I saw her—those big green eyes, framed by long, dark lashes, staring at me with such worry. The concern in her gaze was foreign to me. 

No one had ever looked at me like that before. I was always raised to be invincible and untouchable. I was the one who didn't need anyone. The one who had no weaknesses, no vulnerabilities.

But Meera... she changed that.

She made me feel whole in a way I never knew I could. It's like she was the missing piece of a puzzle I hadn't even realized I was trying to complete.

Her smile—brighter than the sun—her laughter, light enough to chase away even the darkest of days. The warmth of her small arms around me feels like the only true comfort I've ever known. And her heartbeat, her breath—they bring me peace in a world that's always been chaos.

Her mere presence is all I need now. And I, XAVIER VOLKOV, vow to protect her, to cherish her, and to treasure her... forever.

As I was lost in my thoughts, the car took a sharp turn, the tires screeching as we passed through the massive iron gates of the Volkov Estate. The moment the car came to a halt at the entrance, Marco was already there, rushing to my side to open the door. He bowed deeply, a silent gesture of respect.

I nodded to him, my mind still lingering on Meera as I stepped out, the weight of the day settling into my bones. Taking a deep breath, I made my way to the entrance of the mansion. 

The butler, standing by the door, bowed as well. "Добрый вечер, сэр. Мэм ждет вас в столовой." ( transl. Good evening, sir. Ma'am is waiting for you in the dining hall.)

I gave him a brief acknowledgment before quickly heading upstairs to my room. The moment I stepped inside, I stripped off the day's weight—throwing on loose trousers and leaving my chest bare. My hair was damp and messy from the day's events, but I didn't care. 

The only thing that matters now was Meera.

I made my way downstairs, my footsteps light as I approached the dining hall. The door creaked open softly, and there she was—Meera. She had fallen asleep at the table, her head resting gently on her arms, surrounded by untouched food. 

The sight made my heart soften. I smiled quietly, an unspoken affection welling up inside me as I approached her.

Sitting down beside her, I couldn't help but admire her. In that moment, with her sleepy, peaceful face illuminated by the soft glow of the chandelier above, I realized just how much she had come to mean to me. Every line of her face, every subtle breath, filled the silence with something deeper than words.

I sat there, just staring at her, content, as the world outside seemed to fade away.

As I sat there admiring her, her eyes fluttered open, and a soft smile spread across her face as she met my gaze. "When did you get here?" she asked, her voice still laced with the warmth of sleep.

I smiled, leaning in slightly. "A few minutes ago. Should we eat now?"

She nodded, her eyes never leaving mine as she reached for the plate, pulling it closer to serve me. She fed me with a gentle, almost playful grace, and I couldn't help but appreciate this little bit of care she was showing.

To be honest, I was starting to really enjoy this kind of attention.

As we ate, I noticed her eyes flickering between mine and my lips, a subtle hint of something in the way she licked her lower lip.

And fuck yes, I knew exactly what she was thinking.

Once we finished dinner, without giving her a chance to react, I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom.

In that moment, I realized I needed her more than she needed me.