Talk About My Man (DISCONTINUED)

21 | Monica

"Xavier-" 

For the past few minutes, Xavier was fuming with anger and I had no way of calming him. I focused on more of what's going to happen when Xavier makes his final choice than bother to ask him who Monica is. Maybe, he wasn't comfortable telling me and I didn't want to stick my nose in his business. 

Xavier stormed off and disappeared out of my sight while my feet continued to stay rooted to the ground. I didn't dare follow. It was best to not mess with a mob boss when he's hot headed.

I cleaned the countertop and put the dishes in the sink, frowning when I saw Xavier's mug untouched. I guess he doesn't like hot chocolate.

I sat back down on the stool, cupping my mug in my hands for warmth. It was almost Christmas yet the Christmas spirit was nowhere to be found. Now with Nicki gone, I couldn't share my excitement and ideas on how to decorate for the holiday. I now have Cece, but she was still dealing with her trauma. I'm going to decorate by myself then. I sighed.

Leaving my mug in the sink also, I went on a journey in search for Christmas decorations. Christmas was after all, just around the corner.

I walked along the corridors towards my room and went up to a maid, asking her if she knew where the decorations were stored.

"Mr. Luciano does not celebrate Christmas Ms. Deven," the maid said in reply.

"Then he'll have to celebrate it this year," I said stubbornly, "please?"

The maid sighed, "The decorations are upstairs and that is all I will say."

I smiled and thanked her.

I've only been on the second floor once or twice, Xavier saying it was restricted for me and I was only allowed on the first floor. Time to break a rule. I thought as I sneaked up the stairs when no one was watching.

"Which room, which room?" I muttered, having no clue which door led me to find the Christmas goodies. I eeny, meeny, miny, moed and got the door on the farthest left.

"Here we go," I said to myself as I pushed the wooden door open.

My jaw dropped in awe. Whoever's room it was also had a splendid view of the city and it seems as if almost every room has one.

There was a king sized bed placed in the middle of the room, covered with black and maroon sheets and two pillows of the same color. A walk in closet was on the left side of where the bed was and a mirrored closet was on the right. This must be a man's room. I thought, smelling cologne as I sniffed the air.

I stepped closer to the mirrored closet, looking at my reflection and noticed the bags under my eyes. Something flickered and my eyes darted to the source. The closet was secured by an electronic passcode, similar to the one on your apple devices. I grew curious about what was inside even though it was none of my business. A little peek wouldn't hurt. My fingers hovered over the screen and I deadpanned. I didn't know what the passcode was.

I typed in all the possibilities to crack the code. Hell, I even typed in Xavier's birthdate in different ways.

Try Again.

I groaned and pursed my lips.

Familia.

Try Again.

By now, I was giving up and typed in the thing that popped up into my mind. 

Monica. I didn't know what on earth made me think of the name.

But sure enough, the closet opened to reveal various rows of suits and dress shirts. Nothing that seemed too valuable for it to be needing a lock.

Moving forward to take a better look at the exquisite suits, my feet accidentally made contact with something. I furrowed my eyebrows and went down to see what the object was. Flabbergasted, it was a white shoebox with the written words on it: Xavier. So this is Xavier's room.