| One more time |
There were only a few occasions where Xavier opened up the doors to his place to employees of Hypnotic. Sure, Mickey could come and go as much as he wanted, but he didn’t have visitors, nor friends to come over and just hang with him. Natalia was, of course, an exception.
What it started as curiosity to find out what all the fuss about her expertise was, had turned into a physical relationship that pleased Xavier very, very much. The woman was skilled, she knew what she was doing and she didn’t mind his rough ways. Xavier didn’t make love, he was not sweet, slow or gentle, he liked it strong, demanding and violent, and Natalia seemed to enjoy it as much as he did. He wasn’t a selfish lover, but it was hard for him to find a woman who was willing to have sex with him without getting attached, without demanding a relationship.
With Natalia sex was awesome, and he didn’t have to worry about the awkward conversation after, about the woman thinking she had some kind of right over him, that they were a couple. He didn’t have feelings for her, but he didn’t have feelings towards anyone, he thought, which made things much easier and practical. And he was honest to her, he didn’t make any promises, she knew exactly what he wanted.
And now she was coming over and Xavier knew that he needed this. After the long week he had, after lying straight to Mickey’s face, after making the biggest mistake he could ever do with Anastasia, he needed to vent his anger, his inner violence in a way that would please him, and Natalia was the perfect answer to his problems.
Natalia didn’t fear him, and he fucking adored that.
Natalia found herself once again heading for the house already well known by her. She knew she might earn a lot of money if she continued charging every encounter with Xavier, but it was different. It was different, because since the first time she heard about him, she wanted him. He transpired danger and Natalia wanted more than anything to venture up to have this kind of adrenaline close to her. And after all, of all men who paid extremely high amounts of money to touch her, Xavier was who gave her pleasure.
She knew he was a dangerous man and there was no space for romance in his life. But who would take romance with a prostitute? She was not paid for love. Was paid for lust. She knew deep down that the two cared about each other, but none could demonstrate. Their relationship was restricted to sex, but she knew he was not her client.
Natalia stepped on the accelerator when she reached on the familiar street, so he could hear the engine roar when she parked, knowing she was already there. Before leaving the car, she looked at herself in the rear-view mirror, putting a red lipstick on her lips. She opened the door and crossed the flowery garden listening to the sound of her heels hitting the floor until she got to the door. Arranging her cleavage, she decided to send him a message.
"You know, I’m not a fan of waiting."
