🌸The Promise 🌸[18+]

Chapter 48

Walking angrily out of my room I see Angeles rolling the bathtub slowly.
"Sorry I took so long, the hot water-"
But I interrupt her,
"Angeles, go into my room with the bathtub and I will be back soon."
I walk the short distance to Xavier's door, taking a deep breath, I open his door without knocking and walk straight in.

Xavier doesn't hear me enter, but once I see him I'm rooted to the spot. He's shirtless and pulling himself up and down on a metal bar that's screwed to the ceiling, he's counting and I hear, "Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen...sixteen."
His muscles constricting with each pull of his body as a light sheen of sweat is evident over his skin.

"Seventeen..."

I feel like Angeles with my jaw wide open watching him, he screams masculinity and I can smell the aroma of sweat mixed with a scent only a man has. I'm turned on and angry all at the same time, and I'm not sure which one will win.
He jumps down once he gets to twenty and grabs a towel off his bed, as he turns wiping his forehead, he spots me frozen to the spot. His surprised face quickly turns to concern after meeting my fiery gaze.

"Nova, what are you doing here?" He asks bewildered.
But I shake my head as I force my eyes to stop looking at his body.

"Are you okay?" He asks stepping forward reaching for me.
But I step back, remembering why I'm here in the first place.
With a deep breath, I grit my teeth.

"How many?" My voice laced with anger and jealousy.

"What?" He asks confused and slightly scared at my emotional state.

"How many women have you been with Xavier! And how many are downstairs getting ready for breakfast!" I yell, my anger making me breathless.

He drops the towel onto the floor and wipes a hand down his face, clearly frustrated by my questions.

"Why do you need to know how many women I've been with Nova?" He asks and I can see he's annoyed.

"Because, ..because." I stutter. "Because you've been with so many! How do I know you won't just marry me and continue your promiscuous ways once you're done with me!" My anger turning to tears as my voice breaks.

"Do you really think that of me? That I'm marrying you, to fuck you and then will continue to fuck the rest of the village? Do you think that little of me? Especially after this morning!"

He paces angrily, pinching his nose.

"Nova, why would I bother marrying you, when 'If' I wanted too, I could have fucked you already! But I haven't! I don't want to just fuck you, I want a life with you. I want to wake up every damn day looking at your sleeping face and your blonde curls spalled out on the pillow, knowing that your mine and I'm yours." His voice starts to calm down as he stops pacing.

He lets out a breath and looks to my crying face.
Closing his eyes, he takes a deep breath. Like he's debating something internally. Opening them he looks to me with defeated sorrow in his eyes.

"I don't know how many exactly, as I stopped counting after around fifty. Which was about five years ago." He sighs and looks to my eyes. Takes a deep breath and continues.

"And, there are four women downstairs that I have been with over the years, all bored wives looking for some excitement."

He speaks like he's adding the final nail in his coffin.
Fifty women? Plus five years worth to add?
Four women downstairs who would have congratulated me while secretly knowing Xavier more intimately than I do.
My stomach turns and the look of disgust is evident on my face.
"How can I touch you, when you've been with so many women? You could be diseased!"