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XENIA'S POV:
A deafening silence fell upon the room as he said those words.
I gulped and took a step forward but his menacing eyes and clenched jaw scared me.
I knew that look. He was about to kill someone in cold blood.
"You're scaring me." I spoke in a timid voice.
He scoffed which was followed by a dark, humourless chuckle.
"Scaring you? Me? Nah. Who the fuck am I?" he replied.
"Babe." I tried to reason.
He took two long strides and bumped my body with his.
"I'm gonna ask you again and the last time. How. Many. More. Chances. Do. You. Want. Before. You. Fuck. Up. Again?" he took a step forward with each word making me fall on the couch.
He leaned closer and caged me, putting his hands on either sides of the couch.
"I've been too easy on you. Too. Fucking. Easy. I don't care if you're my woman, if som- oh wait, are you even my woman? Because the last I checked, you rejected me." he said in a harsh tone.
Our foreheads almost touched and a fresh set of tears gathered in my eyes.
That stung.
"I-Michael. He-I am so sorry." I sobbed pathetically and covered my face with my hands.
My hands were roughly pulled away and Xander gripped them with one hand while his other tugged at my hair.
"Michael what?" he growled.
I opened my mouth to say something but my face hurt, so bad from all the tears I was shedding and all the tears I was trying to contain.
I let my eyes droop and succumbed to the darkness.
XANDER'S POV:
Her head fell back on my hand and I immediately released her wrists which fell to her side limply.
My hand shot up to hold her face as I tightened my grip on her hair.
Tears stained her rosy cheeks and she looked so vulnerable that for a split second I got scared thinking I might break her if I handle her too roughly.
I gently rest her head against the back of the couch and started taking my clothes off.
When I was only left in my boxer shorts, I picked her up and took her to the bed.
I tugged at her jeans and took it off leaving her in her black underwear.
Unclipping her bra, I slid the straps off her shoulders and took them from the cup sleeves of her t-shirt.
Wetting a tissue paper, I wiped her face and noticed her eyeballs moving for a second then lied down next to her.
I pulled her petite form above my muscular one, securing her in a tight embrace.
I love her, I really do.
But she's pissing me off real bad.
I was stroking her hair with a deep frown.
What did she want to say about Michael? She had to be talking about Michael Romano, there's no other Michael we know.
Unless, she's hiding something else too.
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