Time moves less faster than it was when I am with Calix. I’m still beside the towering presence of the dangerously, possessive Xerxes Laghberg. We are seated in front of an opal-shaped glassy table with an imported whiskey atop it. On our sides were another men with remarkable skills on darts.
Fighting off my awkwardness for being the only female fella seated on this luxurious sofa, reserved only for the accomplished, I tried to stay put and plaster a fake smile.
“Bull’s-eye!” I heard my date exclaimed as his hand tightens on my teeny waist. The dart he just threw landed perfectly on the center of the target. Well, Xerxes wasn’t gentle as he may look.
I awkwardly repositioned my body in response. Gosh! He’s grinding me into his like he really owns me. This is uncomfortable! Alexis and D
