Ice on Records

Chapter twenty-four: Gwen

"You're reeking alcohol and cigarettes." I managed to gasp out when Xayl attacked the sensitive spot of my neck, licking and trailing burning kisses on its wake.

"I get everything I want, Gwen. Anything. And now, I want you." Xayl growled, nuzzling my neck almost softly. His breath was hot against my skin, his fingertips contacting my thigh almost painfully.

"You know what I found out tonight?" Xayl stated, his free hand shooting up to squeeze my breast. Fuck.

"What?" I breathed, my body shuddering at Xayl nuzzled my neck.

"That you were a fucking liar," he bit my neck hard enough to leave a mark.

I froze.

"What do you mean?" I sat up, my eyes boring onto Xayl almost intensely. He tilted his head, grasping my chin almost gently, although his other hand was already gripping on my thigh.

"Answer me," he slurred, but a hint of seriousness scratches on his tone. "Honestly." He added.

Xayl's arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. Our chests were almost touching, my heart rate quickening at each second of his piercing gaze.

"Did you actually cheat on me?" He asked firmly, his eyes focused solely on mine.

I stiffened, my lips parting slightly as my ears picked the question. Did Scott told him? I blinked. Twice. Thinking it was some hallucination. But no.

All of this. Xayl being this close to me, asking me about my 'lack of loyalty' before. It's real. "You're drunk," I stated again, trying to drop the topic off the window.

Xayl tightened my grip on me as I tried to wiggle away, his gaze unyielding and serious. "I may be, but I know what I'm fucking talking about, Gwen." He growled.

"Was it all a lie? The time I caught you making out with Scott at the hockey rink, was that all an act?" He pointed out, his voice suddenly lingering desperation.

"No." I spoke, the lie testifying to the surface unlike its usual believable shit. Did Scott told him? Or is Xayl just drunk?

"Liar." Xayl whispered, his lips dangerously close to mine. "Scott told me everything, Missy. Every. Single. Fucking. Thing."

Damn him. It's already been eight years since that deal I gave to Scott. Xayl doesn't love me. So why now?

"Why? Hm?" He taunted drunkly, his face just mere inches close to me, and our nose would probably meet.

"I-" Before I could say or do something, both of Xayl's hands grabbed my face, and pulled me to a searing kiss.

It wasn't soft, it wasn't passionate. But rather-it was the hatred and desires pouring out to my lips. Xayl wasn't gentle-God, it could have been a miracle if I see him being nice.

When I agreed to this enemies with benefits relationship shit, Xayl one hundred percent declared that there's no kissing during sex, or even a small peck on the lips. He paid me like he promised, I hate him, so I agreed.

My cheeks warmed as Xayl's teeth grazed on my bottom lip, his eyes meeting mine with burning emotions-hatred, desire, and... longing?

It feels wrong. But fuck it, I wanted it. Eight years since I've ever truly tasted his lips, feeling his breath against my face was the best feeling I wanted to have for so long.

Xayl pulled back, his eyes looking solely onto mine. He didn't say anything, just really-really looked at me. Xayl looks like an exquisite God. His eyes give me butterflies everytime it bores onto mine. His keen smirk which constantly irritates me often has me smiling ridiculously.

Then, he stood up, straightening himself as he cleared his throat, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "Forget about this." Xayl stated flatly as he walked towards the door, and left.

I sat there, stunned. He left. Xayl left. Xannie left.

"You okay?" A voice rang out, almost making me jump.

"Vee," I breathed as I finally took in the features-bronze skin, dark hair that is set to braids. Any person would've curled their hair as styles or temporary, but Vee's hair is majestic as fuck that even I would probably envy her if I'd see her on hospital halls with her hair perfectly wrapped up. "Yeah, why?"

"You're clearly not," She snapped her fingers as she settled down her bag, sinking down on the couch beside me and pulling me close like her non-biological sister. "I entered the apartment and seeing you and your enemy-used-to-be-boyfriend clearly about to have sex and didn't even notice me entering. How are you still fine with that?" She tutted, pinching my cheek almost painfully but not intentionally hurting me.

"It was just a peck." I replied, crossing my arms stubbornly.

"A peck on the lips is a quick, light touch with little emotional impact. A brush on the lips is a soft and quick contract. A real kiss is longer and deeper, triggering stronger feelings and physical reactions like a fast heartbeat and a rush of emotions. That stunt both you and Xayl pulled wasn't a peck, Gwen. Y'all are clearly planning on who's gonna cum first on the couch." Vee winked in sarcasm.

"First of all, I already graduated psychology or shit like that. And we weren't betting who's gonna cum first on this plush bullshit. Plus, he's drunk." I scoffed, rolling my eyes in annoyance.

"Xayl isn't always that wild when he's drunk, Gwenny. Jake even said he doesn't kiss that Sheena girl when he's almost gonna pass out or gonna lose his mind." Vee rubbed a soothing hand on my hair softly, a different contrast on our little argument about Xayl and I.

"What if he changed, you know?" I leaned closer to Vee, closing my eyes as I felt the burns hovering on my eyeballs. I've been seeking sleep the entire day. I didn't even realize I wanted to dose off so badly.

"I think." She sighed, patting my head playfully. "By the way, Mr. Quinns texted me that they're staying in France for two months to celebrate Christmas and have their vacation."

Vee pulled out her phone and showed me the message, the brightness high enough to make my eyes squint.

Mr. Quinns: Please inform Ms. Mildred, about the change of plans about Bea's return, would be moved to the first of January to extend our Christmas holiday and vacation. Good day.

"That's great." I stated, giving Vee back the phone as exhausted creeping in half my brain.

"Don't be full of shit, Gwen," Vee laughed, grabbing a newly folded blanket on a nearby coffee table and covered me with it. "I know you hate being on shit with the elderly cancer patients, especially ones in the ER." She snorted, and I smiled warmly as my eyes started to doze off.

Haa, fuck this.