Chapter 124: Chapter 124
Xavier frowned at his favorite call girl, as she strutted into his room, swaying her hips provocatively. She wore a black leather jumpsuit which he had once told her made her look like a decorated desired cunt fit for just his pleasure.
He could see the curves outlined by the body hug dress but yet it did nothing for him, his cock had the same bored look on his face, the type that was outrightly rude and might force him to yawn if he wasn't careful. The same look he have had on his face when he had purposely entered a popular hotel with two women he had once had a threesome with hoping that a picture of him would be taken by some lucky photographer. He was happy that his fucked off life could help make an average man earn a few bucks right? This was it, he was counting his victories alright even though he was a sore loser when it comes to the art of giving up on someone's memories which were becoming addictive as meth and bitter-sweet like a sex orgy gone wrong.
It was the same with the two women (he couldn't even remember their names), the way it was with Ashley he had hoped she could be different. But his body was not responsive if anything it was repulsive as she came closer grinding against him and he knew that he couldn't keep up with lying to himself.
His cock wanted Maya. Her cunt, her lips, her soft everything, and nothing more. His body longs for her presence, his ears searched for sounds that reminded him of her, like the soft whistling of his sister's kettle and he could still remember how she had tasted when he had ate her out, sampling her like she was his favorite dessert, his eyes when he stared at the mirror reminded him of just how filled they used to be with warmth and the noticeable sleeping bags underneath it taunted him and mocked him for his little show of trying to hurt Maya with the stupid pictures he had taken which he now knew she wouldn't give a fuck about.
Why would she? she was going out with Jared. He knew the fucker now. It was hard not to recognize a man whose pictures he glared at like it was a routine. He was just another pretty boy who he had abhorred back in high school who had the perfect homes yet looked at him like he was a god of some sorts, who fed him power he thrived on even without wanting any of it.
And now, more than anything it hurt him to know and accept that pretty boy would be more man for Maya than he'll ever be. He would be sweet to her and not be an insecure overprotective bastard and more than anything he didn't have a whole bag of darkness and jaded past. He certainly didn't have a rapist father and would give her the love she so desperately wanted.
He was perfect for Maya and that only made Xavier's hatred for him even more potent and thick as the realization dawned even more on him with each day that passes.
His phone rang and grateful that he could use that as an excuse he raised his brow at Ashley for her to stop since her flirting was doing the opposite of making him want her.
She grumbled underneath her breath about how business always comes in between him and her, even as he snorted at the statement. Many things would always come between him and her because she was no one and she was soon going to be totally irrelevant because his cock which was the only thing that had made her sticked around longer was doing a good job of being in-between.
"Hello what do I owe this lovely reminder that I have a beautiful sister," he smirked already imagining her mock gag at his attempt of buttering her up. Which mind you he knew he was failing horribly at.
"I don't know about lovely but I do know I don't feel the same way about the pictures I'm looking at right now. Geez, Xavier, we share the same last name. Don't damage the last shred of dignity in the name after what Mr. Dominic had done." her voice was light but he knew that she just might be a little serious. She was just beginning to finally let go of her inhibitions and damn the stupid law degree Mr. Dominic had made her get even though they all knew Melissa's heart and soul was in staring at a canvas and conversing with it, sharing her scars and fears on it with colors. She would never have belonged in a law court. She was too colorful, too vibrant, too reddish and brownish and every color joined together like a beautiful disaster.
"You know some of us need the family name a bit more especially since they would be hosting their first-ever art exhibition night in two weeks?" He rolled his eyes partly amused at her modesty and her inability to see how frickin talented she was, and also a bit remorseful that he hadn't thought of how she would feel about knowing that her brother was the latest cheating scumbag in New York though he wasn't apologetic about the last name thing, she didn't need it. She was Melissa and it was enough.
"Mel you need to listen to this and listen well because you might never hear this from me ever again, you are a fucking god with charcoals, oils and paint, and all other slimy things you use to jazz up whatever is on a canvas," she chuckled lightly knowing he was purposely acting dumb to how painting works since he was a pretty good artist himself, "And if nobody sees that just because you have a shitty older brother who has no problems washing his insecurities in public then it is their loss really because this disgusting brother of yours is going to be buying all of your paintings. Every one of them," she chuckled hard, even as he added, "Using your credit card of course."
"Mel," his voice sounded grave and serious making the laughter in her lips die immediately. "You are one of the best things in my life right now. Always remember that."
"Xavier do you want me to come over?"
He laughed, "I knew you would finally ditch your pride someday and accept you love the view my house provides but I never expected today to be my lucky day," he gasped but she didn't laugh. He hissed knowing she was damn serious, "No. Please don't. That'll just be a whole new different low," he admitted.
"Are you okay Xavier?" He cursed underneath his breath feeling the sudden need to light up something, to have a stick in between his fingers, while he puffed smoke out of both his mouth and nose silently telling the world to go screw itself.