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Chapter 6

Iris POV

I woke up on a soft and comfy bed, in Xavier's bedroom. Xavier was also snoring right next to me. If I haven't mentioned this before, he looked even cuter asleep. I got up making sure not to wake him up and went to the bathroom.

Last night I had a panic attack. I've been having them for about two years.

I never thought they would be this serious. Yesterday on the phone call, Xavier was talking about a deal between him and my father. I already knew I had been practically sold, but Xavier had said he will see if this goes anywhere. Was he talking about our relationship? I don't even know if I could call it a relationship, but it was something.

I wanted to talk to him about everything since I had already told him my part of the story. I also told Xavier everything that has been happening to me for the past three years. He didn't take it well. I could tell he was trying to stay calm for me but wanted to kill my father. After that I guess I fell asleep and here I am now.

I brushed my teeth and went into the bedroom, he was still asleep so I had an idea. Since the day we met, Xavier was really kind and caring towards me. Why not return the favor.

I went downstairs to make both of us breakfast. I made eggs, choc-chip pancakes, bacon, and a fresh batch of cookies. As I was mixing the cookie batter, I felt two arms wrap around my waist. I didn't look behind since I already knew it would be Xavier.

I smiled and said, "Good morning sleepyhead."

He didn't answer. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion and stopped mixing the batter.
I looked back and saw an unfamiliar man in his late twenty's looking back at me.

Was he the one who back hugged me?! Is he an intruder? Did he want to kill me?

"Who are you?!"

How did he get into the penthouse? Did he break in? "I'm calling the police." I threatened him as he gave me a questioning look.

He came closer to me as I tried reaching out for my phone. Where did it go? I looked up and saw it in his hand. The man smirked and brought it up to my face in a teasing manner.

I cursed under my breath for being so stupid. How could I not tell Xavier and this mans arms apart? Clearly Xavier had muscular arms and this man did as well but no where near as much as Xavier's.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I heard Xavier's voice boom throughout the kitchen.

A sense of relief flooded me as I heard his familiar voice. Thank god, I thought this man was going to kill me. Xavier walked towards us, anger evident on his face and voice. "Answer me!"

The man placed my phone down and put his hands up as if he was surrendering. "Listen, I came to visit my brother. I hope you don't mind."

It took me a while to finally register his words. Brother? This man is Xavier's brother? It finally came to me as he kind of resembled Xavier.

Their features were very similar but Xavier was a bit taller than him. That gave it away.

"If you came here to meet me, why the hell were you touching what's mine?!" Xavier practically growled. There was definite tension between him and his brother. I decided to walk towards Xavier and stand by his side.

"Mom wanted me to come here to visit you, clearly I shouldn't have." His brother rolled his eyes. He then looked at me and smirked. "Instead I found this young beauty cooking. So I decided to make it less boring," he said winking at me. I couldn't tell if he was joking or not, either way it made me uncomfortable.

I gave him a disgusted look as Xavier clenched his fist and punched him in the face. He couldn't keep in his anger anymore.

"Get the fuck out of my penthouse! And you can tell mom that I'm perfectly fine living my life." His brother glared at Xavier before standing up to leave without saying another word.

Well that was something. A show. Very entertaining. Don't know if I liked it or not. Matter of fact, I want a refund.

Xavier immediately wrapped his arms around me for a hug and asked if I was okay. I nodded into his shirt. I liked his concern for me, it was nice to know someone cared.

"Did he touch you?" He asked in anger filled with concern.

I shook my head and replied, "He only hugged me from behind."

Xavier got even more mad at the thought. I calmed him down by serving breakfast. This was the first time I've seen Xavier get jealous. We sat and enjoyed breakfast.

Since I couldn't finish my cookies yet, I stood up to make them. I already finished eating as Xavier was still doing so. I really wanted Xavier and I to discuss everything, but not yet, I guess when the times right.

I never thought that in a time span of three days I would be here right now. My life flipped upside down and I couldn't be happier. This is what I was waiting for this whole time. I got out of my thoughts as Xavier commented and thanked me on how delicious the food is. I laughed and accepted his thank you.

The cookies were in the oven as Xavier and I sat in the living room watching T.V. We were watching The Beauty and The Beast. I loved Disney and their movies. So I forced Xavier to watch it, he loved it.

Sitting there on the couch, I knew it was a good time to ask about the phone call.

"Xavier?" I asked.

He hummed in response. "What was the phone call about?" He turned his head looking at me and rubbed his temples. I could tell he was contemplating on whether or not to tell me.

"It was your father, I was talking to your father," he said. I already knew that. "And?" I asked pushing him a bit more further. I wanted him to tell me everything honestly instead of me finding out, just like I had done.

"Your father was telling me to bring you back. I said no. I wanted to get to know everything about you," he said earning a blush from me. He smiled and kissed my forehead.

I wanted to know more about him, his family, life, everything. Today was not the day to ask him about all that so I decided to leave it at that. Then I heard a beeping sound.

I totally forgot about the cookies! I looked over at Xavier as he was laughing hysterically. I threw a pillow at him and ran over to the cookies. Luckily they didn't burn in the oven. I let them cool and put them in a bowl and we sat there devouring each and every one.

The rest of the day was normal. Suddenly, I remembered school. It was Sunday today. I was still in High School, this was the year I graduate. The year that mattered.

I remember thinking as a kid about how mom would be there on my special day. I remember thinking how special it would be and how my dad would be so proud of me. It turned out to be the opposite.

My mom wasn't here, she was gone.

My dad hated me and possibly even wanted me dead.

Great.

I asked Xavier about it. He smiled and said I could go whenever I felt comfortable. I'm glad he didn't force it on me or anything.

I also realized Xavier was twenty four, we had a five year age gap since I am nineteen. He asked me if I was uncomfortable with anything but I refused. It wasn't so bad.

Xavier's maid came and cleaned the place up. He has a maid? I thought to myself. She looked like she was in her mid thirty's. We then post-mated lunch and dinner.

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