Faith

Frustration

Xavier's POV

All this work was beginning to frustrate me- leaving me confused because it never did before. Fuck- it's because I can't concentrate that well.
There's so much shit to do and meeting to attend and I can barely comprehend anything these days. I need to get back to my grand business mode before I let this fucking girl ruin me.
A call pulled me out of my thoughts...

"Hello sir, it's Greg- the head coordinator of our weapons department." He spoke gladly. I swear this guy pisses me off because of how happy he sounds all the time.
"Hello. Have you ordered the newest guns that I put in the email yet ?" There was a long silence before he began talking again. I already knew what the fuck was up.

"N-no actually. I think we should order them a bit later when the prices deflate at least 10% since our stockroom already holds so many-"
" I don't fucking care about what you think. Do as you are told. I earn millions per dealership and task- do you think the price really fucking matters to me? Construct another stockroom if we need to- I want the latest the soonest. Is that clear?!" I yelled at the lazy ass happy bitch.

"Y-yes sir. I'll go ahead and place orders for them right now." And with that I put the phone down.
And just a few seconds later, I heard a small knock on my door.
"Come in." I spoke with my feet still on my desk. And entered Faith in the maid outfit, making me smirk at her obedience. I would've thought she'd wouldn't wear such a short ass dress. But I'm glad she did. Why are you feeding my eyes shawty?
She didn't seem pleased though- not that it matters anyway. I knew the reason why. I had her outfits made a little shorter because that is what she would be uncomfortable in and that is also part of her punishment. Self respect being torn hurts more than a slap any fucking day.

"You look lovely." I commented making her smile a forced smile. Too bad, I could sense the hidden anger.
"Thank you. Black and short suits me." She snapped - confirming she had an issue with the length of the dress.
"It does." I smirked glancing over her delicious figure. The dress hugged her small yet perfect curves in a naturally beautiful way.
"Have a seat." Faith immediately moved towards the seat in-front of me as I took my legs off the table.

"Do you know why you are here?" I asked patiently but when she just stared at me- I figured she didn't have a clue. I usually hate figuring women out but right now is not the time for unnecessary arguments.
"You are putting your self to good use in the house as my personal maid." I spoke finally getting her attention.
"Why would I want to work for you?" She asked getting angry at the position I will be forcing her into.
"It's not what you want. It's what you will do in order to be useful in my home. I don't want a useless person that is getting free food and shelter -"

"but I didn't ask to be freaking kidnapped!" She yelled, making me angry at the fact that she just cut me off again. Does this women ever learn ?
"You say that like I choose to be here. I'm not doing anything for you and if you have a problem with a useless person in your house- then just let me go!" She yelled louder, starting to stand up until I banged my fists on my desk making her instantly sit back down.
"You do realize I could have placed you in a worse position and yet I decided to be lenient and give you the title of my personal maid?" I said standing up and putting my hands across the table and getting closer to her pretty confused little face.

"Would you rather be a fucking sex trap for my enemies?" I asked bluntly making her eyes widen in shock and fear. "Because I would be more than happy to make the change."
"A what?!" She looked at me in horror.
"You heard me sweetheart. You know that I can easily force you in any position as I please. Don't make me regret this. You are becoming my personal maid. Are there Any fucking objections now?" I gritted the last pArt because I fucking dared her to say yes since she likes to argue so much.

"N-no." She whispered. I instantly backed away from her face and sat back down in my leather chair, pleased with her answer even if she didn't mean it.
"Good. You will work everyday except Sunday's and do what I say. Most of which includes chores." I began as she nodded sadly.
"Do exactly as I say and don't bend the rules." I said in a stern tone.
"W-what are the rules?" She asked quietly, making me smile at how easily she gives in.

" you will learn as you go. For example- I want you to cook lunch today and there is a recipe of what you will be making. Don't bend the recipe." She nodded at my instructions.
"I want things done exactly like I ask them to be done. Understood?" I spoke sternly and I know she felt scared when I spoke like this to her. But I haven't forgotten her little stunt to escape and I'm still pissed about it. I'd rather get her to work then have her do more things to make me angry then have me very much hit her again.
That's not me. I don't fucking go around bashing women but I can't promise that I won't do anything and everything in my power to keep what's mine in line.

"First task- I want you to help Amelia cook. Go" and in less than a few moments- she was already making her way towards the exit. I knew she was angry and confused- but she wouldn't let me see it very well.
I took in her gorgeous figure one more time as she struggled in her short uniform- she kept pulling the sides down to at least mid thigh making me smirk.

"Wait." And she instantly turned around scared and confused. I got out of my seat and walked dangerous steps towards her making her nervous by the second. I really don't understand her- one minute she'll be a tigress then a house cat the next.
She looked down as I approached her and continued to stare at the floor.
I touched the bottom of the dress and rose it up just a little while grazing my fingers on her soft skin. Her breathing got heavier as she looked up without me telling her too. She put her hand on mine and removed it away from her.

"P-please keep your hands to yourself." She spoke softly slowly letting out her inner frustration. I wish it was that easy around you.
"Or what?" I challenged her getting closer as well.
"Stop p-please." She begged placing her hands on my bare chest to stop me from getting closer to her but how badly did that fail. I know. Strange that I sat in my office so unprofessionally dressed. But fuck, it's my office in my home- I can dress as I like. And people in my home will also dress as I like.
Soon enough she was up against the wall with my arms surrounding her.

"Does the length of this dress bother you ?" I asked curious to hear her say the answer I already knew of.
"Yes." She whispered.
"But you don't care." She finished looking up to me. And for some reason- I didn't agree with her but I spoke otherwise.
"You're right." I said while leaning closer to her and dipping my face in her neck again. It's a place of heavenly feelings. I loved how soft her skin was and how good she smelled. Always.

"Now be a good girl and cook us something as sweet as you." I whispered into her neck seconds before I started kissing her neck while my hands started roaming her exposed thighs. I would drop anything to kiss her. Even if she didn't like it.
"L-let me g-go please. F-for lunch." She said softly while attempting to push me away. But instead of letting her go I kissed and sucked harder into that captivating flesh of hers making her whimper because she knew what was coming. Another one of my marks on things that belong to me.

"X-Xavier stop!" She yelled while holding back another sob. Fucks sake - how much do you cry in a day. However- whether it was a cry or a scream or a happy yelp- my name from her sexy mouth turned me the fuck on.
"Don't say my name like that unless you really want to experience of what's in my head." I smirked at the trapped innocent yet sexy beauty. She knew exactly what I was talking about as her eyes widened. What can I say? Other than that I officially want her.
Before I could speak any further- my phone rang in my pocket making Faith slightly jump at the loudness and I backed up immediately and took the call- leaving her to get out while she can.

"Sir, Faith's grandmother is in bad condition. We've been keeping tabs on her like you asked and it looks like her blood pressure shot up suddenly and she has fainted." I heard Leo speak. Fuck this isn't good.
"Is she admitted to any hospital?" I asked.
"Yes and we've already paid the billing." You see I was keeping an eye on her grandmother for many of my selfish reasons.

She is the reason my Faith will and will not escape me.
"Okay. Keep me updated. Whatever happens- she can not die." I spoke. Not fucking yet are you leaving Mrs. Collins.