Don't Hurt Me

Where Do We Go From Here?

This is all very wrong. Why am I letting my emotions and feelings for Xavier takeover my brain? I have got to think rationally! Oh, but his eyes are so manipulative, and hard to say no to. Why does he have to be this good looking? I have to get out of this before it is too late. And now we are pulling into his drive - it is officially too late! Oh fu-

"We are here," Xavier say, pulling me from my thoughts. I show a small smile, as I get out the car. I text Daphne saying, if I'm not home at midnight, I'm at Xavier's house, and will see her in the morning for church. Even the text itself sounds sleazy.

"Are you okay?" Xavier asks me, as we stop at his front door. I sigh, not wanting to lie and nod my head.

"I don't know how good of an idea this is. Especially when we confirmed that if we were to even to kiss, there would be trouble." I say, finally giving into the heels, and taking them off.

"I get that. So that is why we're not going to do anything but work." He smirks. Wait what?

"Work? You have got to be kidding me!" I protest. He laughs at my reaction, leading me into what looks like his home office. Blueprints and rough sketches of his upcoming hotels are pinned up on the walls. His desk is neat and tidy, his laptop sat proudly in the middle of it. He has a soft, white rug covering the floor, my toes feeling warm and at home when standing on it. Xavier takes a seat at his desk, and I just sit on the floor, stretching out my legs. Xavier just shakes his head at me, a smile on his face.

"We could literally do anything but this!" I mumble under my breath. A chuckle escapes Xavier's lips, but I pay no attention to him. It would not be rude if I just left - would it?

"I know you have been working on the hotel in Manchester, but the plans for the one in Liverpool have been approved, which means your designs are going to be soon made into reality, once you create them of course." He says, showing me the online plans. It is just as elite as the Manchester hotel.

"Have you got a sketchbook? I can sketch some other ideas out for the Liverpool hotel." I ask him. He opens a draw in his desk, and hands me a fresh sketchbook and a pencil from off his desk. I take them from his hands, and retake my place on the floor. Xavier tells me he's going to change into more comfortable clothes, and leaves me to my own devices. I become so drawn into my work, I don't notice Xavier's entrance into the quiet room. He brings his laptop onto the floor, and lays next to me, watching me work.

"You really have a talent." He whispers, speechlessly. I smile at him, putting down my pencil. I talk him through my design of the lobby, making sure not to miss anything out.

"So, what do you think?" I sit up, waiting for his response. He sits up too, and does something I wish he didn't do.

He smashes his soft lips into mine, and all senses left my body. The worse thing about it, is that I never pulled away once. I didn't want to pull away. He deepens the kiss, pulling me closer to him. I sit in his lap, allowing his hands to roam my body. He goes to the zipper on my dress, and that is when I have to stop everything. I pull away, climbing off him.

"What are we doing?" I question, lying on my back. Xavier sighs, lying next to me.

"Compressing our feelings for each other." He says, turning to look at me.

"Well we need to do a better job at compressing them, because this cannot happen again." I stress, looking at the ceiling.

"Where do we go from here?" He asks.

"I have no clue."

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"You did what?" Daphne exclaims, nearly choking in her orange juice. It is Sunday afternoon and we have just got back from church. We both made the decision to still attend our church in the village, even if it is an hour drive. All the questions Daphne and I faced today was overwhelming. I never realised we were that important to them. Just sitting in church made me feel guilty for last nights events regarding Xavier and his stupidly soft lips. I hope God can forgive me.

"I kissed Xavier! I know it is really bad!" I groan in frustration at my idiotic behaviour. I knew there would be a catch with this job. The good things in life always have come with a catch.

"Ziayn, it is not the be all and end all of your life. Was it a quick peck, or like the ones in the movies?" Daphne questions. I give her an even guiltier look, her eyes widening even more.

"Ziayn!" She exclaims again, holding her head in her hands.

"I know! Daphne what am I going to do? We both confessed yesterday that we like each other, and agreed we could not act on our feelings. But then we did, and now it is one big mess!" I try to explain to my sister.

"Zi, people have done worse. At least you didn't sleep with the man. Then you would be truly screwed." She says, before clearing away the table.

I am left alone in the kitchen to process everything. I cannot let this happen again, even if my feelings and emotions try to get the best of me. I need to remain professional as Xavier's employee, and focus on what I am paid to do for his company. I cannot mess this up for Daphne and I. She has finally began to like school, and has made a few friends as well. If I get fired, we would have to move back to the life we are trying to escape, and it would all be my fault. My phone vibrates on the table, pulling me from my thoughts, I look down to see it is a text message from an unknown number. I open it and my heart sinks.

I know you went to the Ball last night.
You are playing a very dangerous game Cinderella
And I always win.

That blonde haired bimbo.