(12) Tried and Failed

Xavier's POV

I watch silently as she removes the sleek phone from her ear. Rolling her eyes, she stuff it in her bag then swing it on her arm in one swift motion.

I bite my tongue harshly trying to not recall what almost transpired between us a few seconds ago. I'm very grateful for that phonecall; even though I have some sort of self-control another second and there's no telling what could have happened. My neck and face feels flushed as fuck just thinking about it; I can feel beads of sweat roll from my neck down my Armani suit. I wanted to kiss her badly but I ain't touching her until she begs me to.

"I have to go and I am resigning," Zoey's clipped tone snaps me out of my thoughts. I plop back down on the chair watching as she slip on her other shoe. Without another word she sashays out the door leaving me by myself in her office.

Groaning in defeat, I rest my face in my hot hands.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" I breath out as I contract every muscle in my body to try and refrain from