Resisting Xavier

Xavier gulped another shot of tequila welcoming the burning acidic taste of the beverage.

 Nursing another in his hand he thought about his father's latest philandering with one of his much younger Mistress, a snobby little girl that he could swear was not a day older than his baby sister Melissa.

 What bothers him more was that he was not in the least discreet about his activities not minding the embarrassment, the shame, and social death that could cause both his mom, his little sister who still idolizes the bastard, and the dear Salvador name he has been groomed and made to protect since he was 10.

 Remembering his childhood he grimaced not knowing if he should call that period of his life that, there was nothing childlike in getting starved for six days straight because he Expressed interest in wanting to learn how to play the drums instead of the piano classes he was forced to take.

 There was nothing childlike about being verbally abused and having to watch your dad hit your mom whenever she tries to defend you when he hits you, There was nothing childlike in learning how to speak fluently in 13 different languages at 10 while his mates were still learning how to eat properly without dropping crumbs.

 Unlike his father, his grandfather Louis Salvador who had built the Salvador conglomerate with his hands from scratch was warm and kind, completely selfless in fact for him Christmas was whenever he was allowed to go spend some time with both his grandma and Pa, a holiday that does take place after a standoff involving his father and his Nonna, An affectionate name he do call his grandma.

 And most times Nonna usually gets the upper hand.

 His Nonna was an Irish island girl who was swept off her feet by his grandfather, A story they had told countless times whenever he and his little sister visited but never grew old. 

 Despite how refined Nonna was, her island temper was one to reckon with and she doesn't take shit especially from his father. She was tough and was nothing like his timid soft-spoken mother who was very comfortable acting trophy wife for his insensitive jerk of a father. 

 He could still remember how she had tried to make up excuses for all his inadequacies. Missed birthdays, missed graduation parties, his mother always chants her mantra, he is trying to give us a comfortable life.

 It still shocks him how she sleeps at night knowing fully well that all those times he was cock deep inside a tramp and gold digger he had picked on the way rather than spend it with his family, how she still lives with a man that disregards her, hits her and makes her clean all his mess while she just puts on a smile and takes it all.

 Their home was more like a house, big and cold, it was nothing compared to being with Nonna and Grandpa where there was love, warmth, and laughter.

 He closed his eyes his heart still clenching after all these years by the reminder of their tragic death, Nonna had died of Cancer and Grandpa had followed months after. His mom had said they were soulmates, inseparable, they had a soul connection and one couldn't do without another.

 He chuckled drily at how his 14-year-old self has been completely thrilled by that fantasy and how he had longed to find someone that made him belong, that completes him but 13 years later and now he laughs when he hears the term soulmates.

Inc grow in strength, a vow that strengthened with each year that passes, a vow he was

 He closed his eyes as the great responsibility

little boy who thought his father wanted the best for him, Go back to the time when he idolized him not knowing that the man was a selfish manipulator who could love

remembered in distaste how many times he had walked into a compromising

mistakes so Xavier knew that his latest public misconduct was intentional and that's what puzzled him

second shot in his mouth hitting the glass

"I would have what he is having please."

see two sets of very spectacular, unsure yet determined coffee brown eyes starring right back at

at him sliding on top of the barstool next to him as the bartender served her a shot

 He studied her in her short black gown, red daring lipstick, and fuck me red stilettos that made her long legs endless as he couldn't help but imagine her completely naked with just the heels on her, wrapped around his

that was about consuming him. She was gorgeous but not in the socialite frigid manner he was used to spotting in most of the drop-dead gorgeous women in his

especially when he wants to blow off some steam and knew her face was not a

at the cute way she was studying the tequila, she looked nothing like the one-night stand type of girl and on a normal day, a girl with the commitment vibes written all over her would

cemented his thoughts by shaking her head adorably at the taste of the tequila, her mouth set in a tight line confirming it was the first time she was tasting it and this was not her

dog piss?" She asked staring

he hasn't known for more than 5 minutes despite the murderous intent he harbored against his father which involves his fist and maybe a broken nose to

She whispered blatantly checking him

cockily muttered not able to help himself at the way her eyes

giving him another valid reason why he should leave her the fuck alone, she was hot and unbelievably adorable at the same time, a very lethal combination she wasn't aware she possessed and that's what was added to

she wasn't quite comfortable in her skin-tight gown that was currently making him hot and bothered as he could notice the generous swell of her breast

to her body came as a surprise to him since he prided himself as a man with loads of self-control, he had

even recite a speech while getting a blow job, that was how composed he could be and it shocked him how

giving her the cold look that always scared people off, A formula

 Her smile grew wider if that was even possible and her eyes glinted with curiosity shocking him, great! He just got her even more interested