Xander Barns: Always Wanted Forever Part 27

"Oh, really? Then please, do explain," he spat out, his hand raking through his hair, making it more dishevelled. "I can't wait to hear the lie you tell me next."

Wait a minute!

Why was I standing here trying to prove my innocence to a guy I didn't even know, even if I did like him a little.

I didn't f.u.c.king need this.

"You know what? I don't care anymore," I snapped. "I don't have to explain myself to you or anyone else."

"So you are a hooker," he said filled with scorn.

"I'm not!" I cried, feeling tears in my eyes. "But even if I was, f.u.c.k you!"

I quickly walked around him as the first few tears spilled across my cheeks.

d.a.m.n it!

I made it three steps before his hand grabbed my arm, pulling me to a stop. He pushed me to the wall and caged me in with his body. His anger altered as my tears came spilling out and I struggled to get out of his arms.

"f.u.c.k you, Liam!" I cried quietly. "f.u.c.k you!"

"You lied last night," he stated softly, a far cry from his previously scorning tone.

"I don't owe you anything; I don't have to explain myself to you," I sniffled.

s.h.i.+t, I hate crying!

"Tell me the truth," he whispered an inch away from my lips. "Tell me what he's up to."

"I'm not a hooker, Liam, honestly," I told him. "I really went there last night to repay a debt to him."

"And today?"

"I was here as a favour, but it turned into something else," I explained, lifelessly.

"And what was that?"

"He left me to take care of Demetria." I said.

He grimaced. "Demetria?"

"That crazy girl from last night. She's Mrs. Williams' daughter; you know, the one who's smitten with Xander, just like your mother said," I explained, looking deep into his eyes. His body melted a little closer to mine.

"She was here?" Liam asked, horrified, breaking eye contact and glancing up and down the hallway.

"She was, but I scared her and her mother off," I explained, wiping the tears from my face.

"How?" he asked, then raised his hand to my cheek and wiped away my tears. His touch stirred something deep within me. I had to fight it. He just verbally attacked me.

"It's messed up; trust me, you don't want to know." I looked away, jerking my face out of his reach.

"Maybe I do," he whispered.

"Trust me, you don't," I said bitterly.

Liam caressed my face. "Marisa, now it's your turn to trust me. Stay away from Xander. Things like today, they follow him around like the plague. He gets the people around him to do his dirty work, fixing his problems while he walks away smiling,"

I was lost in his blue eyes. "I know that now,"

He is so pretty. His touch feels amazing.

"Tell me, right now; promise me that you'll never talk to him again; that you'll never do anything else for him."

"I'm done after today. I can't handle his s.h.i.+t anymore." I lean into his hand; the feeling on my face was driving my body crazy. I stared up at him. His entire body was now plastered against mine. I felt every hard edge as his mouth came within an inch of mine.

"Marisa," he whispered as his eyes heated.

"I don't remember telling you my name," I breathed, looking at his lips.

His hand wrapped my neck, while the other circled my waist, pulling me as close as possible to his body. I leaned my head closer to his and his lush, plump lips planted softly on top of mine. He began kissing me slowly as my arms circled his neck, pulling my body even closer. All of a sudden, his soft kisses turned frantic. I felt his fingers make their way into my hair, ma.s.saging my scalp.

My body was buzzing with s.e.xual energy.

It felt amazing.

I f.u.c.king needed this... badly.

He pulled back, breathing hard. "Bathroom?"

I nodded in agreement. With his hands holding me up and my legs around his waist, he took us inside the bathroom, shutting it with his foot. My back hits the back of the door as Liam continued to kiss me hard and wild. His tongue forced its way into my mouth as he grinded against me, making me feel things in places I hadn't felt in a very long time.

I could explode just by doing this for a few minutes, but Liam had other plans. He lifted the skirt of my dress up and glided his fingers inside my panties. Just like in my fantasy last night, his fingers work me amazingly. I groaned loudly against his mouth.

"Liam...Liam, I can't. It's too much," I panted against his pounding lips.

"Come for me," he panted wildly, his fingers moving like the pros they were.

"Liam... I can't hold it...please!"

He buried his face deep into my neck, licking and sucking my skin roughly.

"Liam!" I groaned one last time before everything went blank. My body shook violently, relis.h.i.+ng in a long o.r.g.a.s.m. "Oh my G.o.d."

"That's it... that's it," he breathed against my neck. "Enjoy it."

As my o.r.g.a.s.m wore off, I grabbed his face and pulled it close, kissing him with everything I had, making sure he knew I appreciated what he just gave me.

He pulled his face back and gazed at me bewildered. His hair was all over the place. Just as quickly though, something changed in his face and the moment escaped us. He sets me down slowly. I pulled my skirt down as he checked his reflection, fixing his hair. He turned back and faced me with a blank stare.

As we stood staring at one another, I said nothing. What was there to say? Thanks for the good finger f.u.c.k? He wasn't my boyfriend. I wasn't expecting a cuddle.

Without saying anything, he opened the door and left, closing the door behind him.

Goodbye, Liam.

A normal person would have felt screwed over, but I knew our moment was just two people enjoying their time together, making each other feel good. And the fact that he left without saying goodbye, it helped ease the dined-and-dashed feeling I was sort of feeling.

They really were brothers. Liam was kidding himself if he thought he was nothing like Xander. At least Xander wouldn't have just left like that; he would have at least given me another o.r.g.a.s.m and bid me a polite farewell.

Okay, I was lying.

I was affected.

He could have at least said goodbye.

There was no point in feeling bad; it's over with and finished for good. I was finished with these brothers. It's time to move on and forget any of this s.h.i.+t ever happened. I checked my reflection, fixed my hair and straightened out my dress. I checked the hallway and it was empty.

Thank G.o.d.

I left the bathroom and headed out of the mansion. The party was officially over for me. The SUV was waiting out front. Upon seeing me, Daniels quickly jumped out of the driver's side and opened my door for me.

"h.e.l.lo, Ms. Gellys," Daniels said.

"h.e.l.lo, Daniels," I replied, exhausted.

"I trust everything went well this afternoon," he smiled.

I nodded, sliding into the car. "It did."

"Very good."

After shutting my door, Daniels slid back inside the SUV and drove us away from the mansion.

"Ms. Gellys, Mr. Barns wanted me to give you this," Daniels said, handing me a thick yellow envelope. I took it from him and opened it. Bringing me back to life, my jaw dropped as the contents. There's a stack of hundred dollar bills inside.

Five thousand dollars?

"Ms. Gellys, Mr. Barns also instructed me to take you to the train station, and to buy a business cla.s.s ticket back to Toronto for the next available train. Is that all right?" Daniels asked, his eyes never leaving the road.

Placing the envelope on my lap, I leaned into my seat and sighed. "Yes, that's fine,"

"Very good," Daniels said, driving us toward the train station.

What a weekend.

I was going home.

I changed into regular clothes at the train station. Daniels bought me a business cla.s.s ticket back to Toronto for 5pm. After Daniels said his goodbye, I sat in the half-filled waiting area with my luggage and carry-on stowed between my legs.

The events of the weekend simmered on the back burner in my brain. I knew once I began going through each of those memories, I'd be struggling.

I have five-thousand dollars in my bag right now! I thought for the thousandth time.

Xander had given me five-thousand dollars because I scared away his love-sick stalker, risking my own life in the process.

But it's not like he cared about that anyway. He must have had faith in me that I could get the job done without a scratch. At least, I hoped he did. But knowing Xander, my safety probably never even crossed his mind.

It was so messed up. I cradled my head in my hands, breathing in and out slowly to stop myself from hyperventilating.

It'll be okay. It'll be okay. It'll be okay. I chanted slowly for the next twenty minutes until the gate to my train is opened.

I ushered my large luggage and carry-on onto the train tarmac, and made my way to my seat. It's much different than the seat I sat in coming to Ottawa.

Bigger.

More comfortable.

Better quality.

I relaxed in my expensive seat. The entire car was practically empty with no one sitting beside me. It's nicely quiet and very peaceful; for the first time since this trip started, I could finally breathe. As the train moved, I pulled out my phone.

Dad: I'm glad you gave me your phone number; now I can call you and text you anytime I want. Guess what? Cameron and I are going to Canadian Tire tomorrow and we're going to spend your gift certificate on a fancy drill. I can't wait. Please give me a call or text when you get home so I know you arrived safely.

Dad.

I smiled, at least someone was happy from events of the past weekend.

I texted Dad back, telling him I was happy that he was happy and that I'd text more later. I placed my phone back in my pocket, wanting to nap and shut off my brain, and pretend for at least an hour everything in my life was boring. As my eyes close, my phone beeped. After pulling out my phone, I cringed, it was that f.u.c.king guy again.

Xander: You should be on your way back to Toronto now, but I've been thinking.

Maybe this thing we had...or could have, it doesn't have to end with this weekend.

X.

Marisa: What do you mean, 'doesn't have to end'?

Xander: I mean, I want you to come and work for me as my personal a.s.sistant. We could do great things together, Marisa. I could really use someone like you.

I seem to get myself into peculiar situations, and you did such an amazing job with handling the one today. It just makes sense that you come and work for me.

X.

Marisa: Yeah...okay...I don't believe you.

Xander: I'm serious! Anyway, take some time to think about it. Think of it as an amazing, life-changing opportunity. It's a game changer. Think about that when you work your next s.h.i.+ft at the ice cream place.