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“I was going to say that it’s almost like he misses you.
“You know? For someone who claims to hate Xavier Kingston, you’re awfully concerned with how he’s spending his money and who he spends his time with. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re jealous. In fact, I’d go so far as to say that you’ve stopped going to events you know he’ll be at so you don’t have to see him with her.”
Xavier Kingston spotted driving a yet to be released Windsor Motors supercar.
“My sweet kitten got her claws into all my other cars, so I had no choice but to buy a car I thought she might leave untouched.”
“I’m honored Lexington Windsor entrusted me with it several weeks before the car’s official release date. I can’t wait to find out what my darling kitten will think of this car, since she seemed to dislike my others.”
“I’m not sure cute is the right word to describe my kitten,” he says, laughing with far too much glee for a man who found all of his favorite toys damaged this morning. “Fierce, perhaps. Beautiful, for sure.”
I hate that he’s right too — I’d never damage a Windsor Motors car.
Call me back right now, or I’m calling Raya instead.
She looks distraught, even though she knows there’s no stopping Sam when he’s been sent on a mission by Xavier. This isn’t the first time he’s stormed into my office unannounced and uninvited, after all.
My sweet Kitten, Surely you didn’t think you’d get away with damaging my precious car collection? You, of all people, know me better than that. In return for the damage you did, I took something of yours. Dance with me tonight, and I’ll consider giving it back. I won’t even mind if you blatantly and purposely step on my feet — after all, I’ve greatly missed the way you keep me on my toes. Yours, XK
Everything is exactly as I’d imagined it, right down to the three-tier chandeliers and the beautiful ceiling roses.
It’s been months since I last saw Xavier in person, and I’m not sure what to think of his recent behavior. I don’t understand what his motive is, but I know Xavier Kingston well enough to know he’s got one.
I haven’t been able to get the article The Herald published out of my mind, and a dark emotion I can’t quite identify rushes through me as I watch her jewelry sparkle underneath the chandeliers I chose.
Chances are that at least one of the pieces of jewelry Xavier commissioned from Laurier was an engagement ring, and Xavier’s alarm system clearly stated Mrs. Kingston.
I grit my teeth and begin to wonder why I even came here at all, only to freeze in place when I feel Xavier’s eyes on mine.
“Sierra.” My heart instantly begins to race at the sound of Xavier’s voice, and I look over my shoulder to find his dark eyes filled with the kind of intensity that makes it hard to look away.
He requests this exact song every time we find ourselves at the same formal events, and though I’d never admit it to him, I’ve come to consider the song ours.
“I’ve always loved the way you say my name.”
“I won’t return what I took until I get what I want, Sierra. Not a day sooner.”
Never again. Never in a million years will I let Xavier Kingston occupy all my thoughts again.
“You’re all fucking insufferable.” “Insufferable?” Hunter repeats. “Did Sierra teach you that word?”
“I would like to know what your intentions are, Xavier. I didn’t raise a bully — but that’s exactly what you seem to be. I didn’t mind it when your feud was mutual and it seemed playful, but now? You took her designs, and she looked devastated when she walked into that party. That’s not how you treat a woman you care about. Your feud is only acceptable if she’s enjoying it, too.”
“Your intentions, Xavier. If they’re anything but honorable, Sierra slashing your tires will be the least you’ll have to contend with.”
“If things go the way I hope they will, I intend to make Sierra my wife.”
You look dazzling, my darling kitten, but you’re not glittering as much as I’d expected.
I gasp as I take a step closer and recognize them for what they are: seven extremely expensive Laurier designs that I’ve never seen before.
Dear Kitten, please know that I wish it were my hands on your skin each time you wear these necklaces.
“He’s crazy,” I mutter to myself. “I’ve driven him completely crazy.”
How does he know which buttons to push to infuriate me, and why does he keep coming after me when I tried and succeeded in being the better person for so long?
“Kitten,” I murmur, trying my hardest not to smile at the fire blazing in her eyes as she sits behind bars, for the second time since I’ve known her. “You really do seem to think you have nine lives, don’t you?”
“You haven’t learned your lesson from the last time you got arrested for breaking into my office, have you? Do you need a reminder, sweetheart?”
My chest clenches painfully, and my smile slips. Right. Of course she regrets it. Why else would she have distanced herself from me shortly after I kissed her for the very first time.
“What do you think? You presented me with a snack, so I’m taking a bite.”
she admonishes as I suck down on her skin and mark her just above her ankle.
“You’re the only one I’ll ever buy jewelry for, Sierra. Only you.”
I’ve never seen her look so tormented, and fuck, I think this is my favorite look on her of all.
“I have a feeling you know this place as well as I do, so make yourself comfortable,”
“Aw,” he says. “Is my little kitten angry? You’re so adorable when you glare at me like that.”
I bite down on my lip to keep my thoughts in check, but all of a sudden, I can’t help but wonder if he still tastes like cinnamon.
“I don’t think of you at all,” I tell him, refusing to acknowledge that things had gotten so dire that he managed to steal my attention away from a brand-new romance novel I’d been waiting months for.
“You think of me all the time, Kitten,” he claims, his teeth grazing over a sensitive part of my neck. “You think of me every time you decide not to attend an event at the very last second, because you’d just found out I’d be there.” His hand wraps into my hair, and he kisses my neck, his touch featherlight. “You think of me each time you pull out of a property auction or retract a development proposal.”
It’s maddening to know he wants me this badly, and I yank my handcuffs apart, wishing I could touch him.
My hands thread into his hair, and he moves his lips back to mine, kissing me with the same desperation I’m feeling.
“Sierra.” My name is a plea on his lips, a wish, one I can’t help but want to fulfill.
Besides, I might never admit it, but the food is really great. They have every single one of my favorite dishes on the menu, and each of them is done to perfection.
oh hes a goner
“Sierra,” I warn. “There isn’t much that I won’t let slide when it comes to you, but there are lines you shouldn’t cross. Eat with him if you’d like, but you’re leaving with me after. I’ll drive you home myself.”
“Go to hell.” She pushes against my chest and walks away, leaving me staring after her. “I’m already in hell,” I whisper, knowing I have no right to stop her.
Xavier’s eyes roam over the blouse I’m wearing and down to my pencil skirt, only to travel all the way up again, slowly, his gaze caressing every inch of my body.
She has no idea that I don’t even like red wine, does she? I bought that bottle for her, in the unlikely event she’d ever come over.
The Mrs. Kingston Protocol — a protocol that’s enacted the moment Sierra steps foot on any of my properties. She has no idea how robust my security is, and how many security personnel are on site and purposely stepping away when she breaks in. The Mrs. Kingston protocol allows her to do whatever she wants without setting off any of my alarms, and it always makes Elijah’s day when she breaks in.
