Zoey's POV "Are you nervous?" Xavier asks, making an attempt to break the silence for the first time since we both got in the car. His voice matches that of the low, soft, subtle R&B music currently emitting from the car speaker. I turn to look over at him taking in his slightly rough features from a sideways view. The faint sunlight that protrudes through the car window kisses the right side of his chiseled face making him look more angelic but, at the same time, undoubtedly sexy in his crisp tuxedo. My eyes wander down to his bare ears. He is ditching silver stud earrings today. The man seems very much relaxed as he navigates the car through the light evening traffic. I silently chew the insie of my cheek, remembering that he had asked if I was nervous a while ago. Honestly, nervous would be a huge understatement. I am waaaaayyyy beyond nervous. My palms are too sweaty and I've barely stopped fidgeting from earlier... "I guess I am," I admit sometime later. "Me too." He gl

Zoey's POV I wake up to the intensity of the sunlight peeping through a slightly cracked, glass window and onto my face. I groan and try to roll to the opposite side of the scorching sun rays, but I can't budge. I feel like a truck has dropped on me— a tractor trailer, to be precise. I am positive this is not just a hangover from the little alcohol I had consumed last night. A mild, but cold and salty, air gently blows on my skin creating a warm sensation on my body when contrasted with the hot sun. I try to twist my body in the opposite direction of the window but after a few failed attempts I slump in defeat. A low snore comes from behind me a while later, to twist my. Turning my upper body slightly, I see Xavier peacefully sleeping with his lips partially open and his heavy hand draped over my waist. He looks adorable and stress-free when he sleeps. My teeth sink in my slightly chapped pink lips as I bite back a laugh. My eyes sweep over his sleeping form in content for a while

Zoey's POV "I had a really great time tonight," I whisper earnestly to Xavier as we both step in the elevator with random tourists. "I aim to please." The corner of his lips quirk up in a half-smile and, before I knew it, his shoulder convulse as he let out a low laugh. "You're welcome baby, but the night's not over." My forehead creases as I look over at him. We are practically the same height, this is the good thing about wearing heels. "What do you mean?" "You'll find out soon." He kiss our tangled hands. I sigh in content, loving the feeling of his mouth against my skin. We rode patiently up to the sixth floor of the hotel as his fingers lightly stroke mine. When the last person got out, one floor below us, he quickly turn to me. "Before I forget, I need to blindfold you." The man reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a red blindfold. My jaw goes slack as I eye the fabric in his hands. The thing I hate more than surprises is being blindfolded for a surprise.

Xavier's POV I flip the page back and forth trying to focus on the vital information printed on the pages. Damnit! I sigh, flipping over and starting at the top again. I can't do this! "Fuuuccckk!" I yell as I clear half of the desk, hearing random things clunk on the hardwood floor. I hold my head down on the table as I take deep breaths. I can't help thinking about my family, including my fiancée, and their safety. A broad smile makes its way to my lips as the word lingers in my mind— fiancée. The happiest moment for me during that Italy trip was when she said "yes" to my re-proposal. I probably should have just done that in the very beginning instead of being a coward hiding behind a contract. Now that my mom has instigated fear into me, I really can't help but be paranoid. I haven't seen my baby since I dropped her off at my parents'. Even though she told me she is fine, since our last video chat an hour ago, I can't help being a bit fearful. Don't you know what you've

Zoey's POV "Hey there Zoey." Mr. Danvers rises from the stool then walks over to me, leaving the cup he was drinking from on the poolside bar counter. The man pulls me into a brief hug before he leads us to the patio chairs, gesturing for me to sit. This is new. My eyes wander to his dark suit that peeks out from underneath an immaculately white winter coat that hangs loosely on his body and compliments his equally fair skin. From the looks of it, he just got back. He wasn't here earlier that's for sure. The pool and outside lights automatically blink on as the sky darkens with hues of black, blue and pale orange. My eyes flicker out to the spectacular view. The bright city lights below contrasted with the dark sky. Mr. Danvers and I are on speaking terms, if you wanna say that. He apologized the very same day I came to stay here and, I guess, he has been kind since then. "Hi Mr... Uh, Fred. Hey." "Is everything okay?" He nods to the phone clutched in the palm of my hand