HIS (completed)

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She loves me like a woman
She looks like a lady
She laughs like a child
And cries like a baby
I think that maybe she's the one that's gonna save me

And I love her
Passenger

Amelia's POV
I sat down waiting on Xavier to enter the jet, he was outside speaking to the cabin crew about something that I didn't care to stop and listen to. I was slightly nauseous just sitting here and the fact that it was night wasn't even helping.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I heard his deep voice ask and I looked up to see Xavier looking down at me frowning.

"About what?"

"Amelia, do I need to take you on another helicopter ride?"he asked amused moving to sit beside me.

"It's no-"

"What can I do to distracted you?" He asked making me smile, I was about to reply when he reached forward pulling me into a hug, his arms wrapped around me tightly and I instantly relaxed.

"I love holding you," he whispered kissing my forehead.

"Can we drive next time?" I asked and he chuckled pulling away, leaving me to miss his warm embrace.

"Do you want some liquor to loosen you up?" He asked and I nodded making him frown.

"Yes Xavier," I corrected and he kissed my forehead getting up probably to get the liquor he promised, even though whiskey tasted like shit, I wouldn't mind having a bottle right now.

Xavier returned with two glasses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other. He opened the bottle filling both glasses I took mine finishing it quickly wanting to calm my nerves. I was about three glasses in, pouring my fourth while ignoring Xavier's amused gaze.

There was an announcement and before I knew it, I was buckling my seat belt tighter than needed atleast that's what Xavier said, but what did he know he thought whiskey tasted good.
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Xavier's POV
I looked up at my laptop for a brief second to see her on her last glass of wine, you would think she would be calm after finishing half of the bottle but no the woman insisted on finishing the entire bottle as well as my glass.

And with every glass she drank the sleepier she got, well atleast she wasn't a crazy drunk. I continued typing not realizing that I had stopped mid thoughts. I felt weight on my shoulder and I looked over to see Amelia's tired figure. I closed my laptop placing it beside deciding to get back to it later.

"Let's get you in bed," I whispered shifting picking her up bridal style walking her to the bedroom in the back. I placed her on the bed quickly removing her heels.

"I'm not tired," she told me softly her eyes half closed.

"I know," I replied amused and she smiled satisfied leaning up, I chuckled at how adorable she looked. I walked to the small closet turning my back to her while grabbing some blankets knowing that the sheets were very thin and wouldn't offer much warmth. I turned back to see her half naked her navy blue pencil skirt and gray buttoned down top now at the door off the bed.

"What are you doing Amelia?"

"I don't like sleeping in clothes Xavier," she whined pulling her bra the small action making my dick twitch.

"Okay," I said my voice sightly strained as I tried to ignore her, placing the blankets on the bed before turning to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"I have some work I need to attend to,"

"Can you stay with me, the room is really cold,"

"That's why I brought blankets," I replied and she frowned looking away from me.