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-Unpleasant Encounters-
Xander's POV
It's been a month since that sinful kiss, that's what Charles referred to it as, seeing that it wasn't the appropriate time. I can see now, how wrong I was in such action.
Any other girl would jump at that opportunity but Helena just keeps proving me wrong in everything I do and it's getting a bit frustrating. The brown-skinned girl doesn't treat me better than lint on her heels, not sparing me a glance whenever our parts cross.
It annoys me but I'm beginning to get used to it. The renovation of the club is almost done causing Cain to marvel at how speedy, things are being done. I simply tell him that's how it works once you are loaded.
About money, I've got less than 11 months to pay for the price of getting riches from the Devil thus it's more than a month and I haven't made any progress in finding the woman to help in my liberation.
Despite all these, I feel at peace with myself hence the demons in my head have finally quietened down. My relationship with God is being repaired at a steady pace and now I can be proud to say I'm a frequent churchgoer.
It's Sunday today and the priest closes the mass with the sign of the cross. The previous silence gets shattered as murmurs begin around, people going to exchange pleasantries with a few friends and loved ones.
I shuffle out of my seat once the blonde plumpy old lady beside me walks ahead. I face the altar and bid a sign of the cross again before ambling to the double exit doors that are now wide open.
Squeezing myself between the little crowd blocking the door, I can reach the few steps that lead downwards to the street and my car. My palms go to brush off the slight wrinkles on my black designer suit due to the little hassle I went through up there.
Clicking on the car remote to unlock it, my breath catches as I see her. The ankle-length long-sleeve red bodycon dress accentuates her hourglass figure nicely. It doesn't help that she stands facing away from me hence I'm gifted with the sight of her curvy backside.
"Oh Lord save me from this temptation," I groan, as Helena finally turns, prompting the little girl that skips past me beside her mother to give me a confused look.
My jaw clenches as I struggle to control my hormones as I feel blood rush to my dick, the instant she turns. The front zipper of her dress opened just the right amount to showcase a little cleavage. I feel the need to walk up to her this instant and drag that little piece of iron down to her toes as if unwrapping a Christmas present so I can have access to all of her.
Her long braids cascade down her arms and back, her brown orbs shifting as if in search of someone. Luckily she doesn't see me as she bits lightly on her lower lip, colored by a maroon lipstick, her nose scrunching up in concentration, and well-trimmed eyebrows squinting. The crystal-like earrings she's donning, adding more to her caramel beauty.
"Snap out of it," I tell myself, shutting my eyes and inhaling. I unravel them and rush to tug open the driver's door and slide in, banging it afterward as I rest the back of my head on the seat.
"Not seeing her for a week isn't enough reason to want to fuck her till thy kingdom come," I say into the quiet interior of the car, chastising myself as I shake my head to rid it of erotic thoughts.
"Stop thinking about her, stop thinking about her," I chant, trying to put images of potatoes in my head and thankfully it works. I need to set my head straight for the date I'm to have with Layla this evening.
Remember that girl with the colorful clothes I noticed, the other day I was driving home? Yeah her name is Layla. I constantly give myself kudos for remembering her name correctly every time. Charles says it's a sign to show I'm getting serious with my dating life.
I ran into her, literally at the supermarket three weeks ago, turns out she's beautiful and also intelligent. To top that she has no idea who I am as she's sworn to have never left Boonville and isn't big on social media gossip.
I wasn't stupid to tell her who I was if you are asking, I simply played cool and asked for her number. We've met up twice after that for drinks and today would be our first official date.
I'm not nervous in any way because I know she's already smitten by me, I have such charm on the female folks, all except a certain lady who is chocolate in complexion and hates my guts from the first time she set her eyes on me.
Anyway, I think it's high time I move on, every new day is a reminder of my pact with Azazel and the sooner I make progress in this quest the better for me.
I suddenly realize I haven't moved from my spot and peer around to see everyone gone except two ladies who I spot from the rearview mirror eying my car suspiciously, one in a red bodycon dress and the other in a black print dress.
Putting the engine to life I swerve and zoom out of the area, not allowing myself to think of the curves and luscious flesh I know that red dress is hiding.
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"Do you like it?" I ask the moment Layla and I are seated in the diner and the waiter is done taking our order.
"It's... Good," she responds, making a face I don't understand after she glances around the place.
"You don't look excited," I tell, watching her reaction closely.
"No, nothing, just having period cramps that's all," she explains, smiling at me.
"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," I nod in understanding of her lack of enthusiasm thus I've heard that shit can be damn painful. "Do you take any painkillers for it?"
"Yes, I mean, no," she says frantically, letting out a hollow laugh. "No I don't, I heard it can be bad for the female body system if taken consistently."
"Okay," I reply in a frown. "But you should have, hence you knew you would be out today. Now you are just making me feel bad."
"Ha, let's just forget it hmm?" She suggests, squeezing my fingers that are resting on the table between us. "I'll be fine."
"If you say so," I answer, and take in her attire once again. I can never get accustomed to the way she likes mixing a lot of colors in her clothes. I asked on our second meeting and she responded that she wants to show she's as radiant on the outside as she is on the inside.
I didn't get it and still don't but I have to suck it up no matter how blinding it can be at times. Today she's clad in an ash spaghetti-strapped blouse that's sprinkled with enough glitters to light up Pluto. Her pink skirt is as shouty as a horn, not to add the pink highlights in her blonde curls, the diamond bracelet on her wrist, an orange Gucci purse, and yellow 6inch heels.
Now and then I have to avert my eyes because it seems a rainbow burst just above her head and created such color clashes.
The waiter arrives just in time bringing my chick-fil-a-chicken tortilla soup and Layla's Hawaii's noodle soup. I smile in gratitude at him before taking a whiff of the soup, my mouth-watering, and stomach grumbling.
Layla gapes at me weirdly and I shrug it off, closing my eyes for a moment to say the grace. I unlatch them to see her tapping away on her phone. I take it as an opportunity to produce mine and take a picture of the table and send it to Charles hence he asked me to keep him updated.
"So Layla, tell me what growing up here was like," I converse, taking a spoonful of my dish and enjoying the taste.
"Um," she pauses and I lift a brow in surprise at her behavior. "It was okay, the air is good I suppose."
"Is that all?" I quiz in confusion. "No special spots, or significant tales?"
"It's a small town what did you expect?" She bits back coming off as irritated and I choose to drop the topic.
"How are your parents?" I interrogate, recalling one time she told me she's the only child and how she loves watching her parents showing love to themselves each day.
"My parents?" She asks and I nod. "Oh, yeah yeah, they are good, lovey-dovey as always."
I don't speak immediately as I take note of how forced that sounded and how she's avoiding eye contact.
"Let's not talk about me," she giggles, waving her words off. "I want to know a lot about you. What are your parents like?"
"It's only my Dad," I inform, continuing my meal. "He's all I got. Well add my stepmom, I love them both."
"Same with my Dad, I love him so much," she lets out making me baffled.
"What about your mom?" I interrogate, not getting her drift.
"My-- oh, I love her too," she blushes, covering her face with her hair.
"Are you done?" I ask, losing appetite, her attitude seeming off.
"What's wrong?" She inquires as I stand pushing my food away and producing a 100$ bill from my wallet to place on the table.
"Nothing, I'm just tired," I smile, urging her to rise. "Come on, let me drop you off."
"I hope I didn't do anything," she voices, sounding frantic.
"No no, everything is fine," I inform and walk ahead, forcing her to follow me. A few people gaze at us as we reach the entrance doors but turn back to their meals and conversations when they see nothing interesting going on.
I pull the glass door open, holding it for her to wander through before I go after, the door shutting behind me. My phone pings and I fish it from the front pocket of my black slacks, the cuff of the long-sleeved blue t-shirt I'm donning hooking in my belt buckle, how? I have no idea.
In my struggle to release it and retrieve my phone at the same time, I bump into someone, hissing as he or she steps on my foot.
"Watch where you are going," the voice warns and I lift my head, my vision clashing with that of Helena's.
"I should say the same thing for you," I grunt, my expression morphing into a smirk as I take a step towards her. "Beautiful," I end in a whisper, smiling when I notice her shudder as my breath fans her neck.
The same smile on my face, I abandon her there as she stands unmoving while I walk to Layla who is leaning on the passenger side of my Porsche.
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