Zoey's POV
"Take off your top." Xavier demands as he pushes his bedroom door shut.
"What?!" He's not being serious is he? I slowly back away from him hitting the back of the bedpost. "No. I'm taking off anything. This was not apart of the contract."
"Forget the contract for a moment, just take off your top. We don't have much time." The man looks down at his watch before quickly taking off his shirt. "The sooner you get this over with, the sooner it will be over."
Earlier
I hop into the passenger side of the sleek red car just as Xavier purred it to life. This morning was kinda a bustle for me, seeing as I overslept through the alarm and had to litera
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Zoey's POV I freeze at his sentence. My skin grows hot as the question rings in my ear. Did he just said what I think he said? If he didn't I might be going crazy. "Hey," Xavier whispers, easing me off his chest so I can face him, "can you please say something? I fucking hate silence." I open my mouth but quickly snap it shut, not really sure what to say. "You know what. Don't answer, forget it. The last two minutes didn't happen." His voice holds neutrality and his face morphs into something I can't decipher. I can't tell if he is angry, sad or annoyed. "Xavier..." I begin to explain. How do I exactly? It was a simple question that needed a simple answer. I