Chapter 8 :

//THIRD PERSON'S P. O. V//

"Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; therefore is winged Cupid painted blind." — A Midsummer Night's Dream (Act I, Scene I)

The cop's trembling fingers picked up the golden breech from the floor, as he inspected it with his guilt striken eyes. He had just beat a man who's innocent, only because he had a similar breech like that of the killer's. The CEO pointed at the object in Klein's hands, and asked to hand him that thing.

Klein approached the wounded man, who was wiping the blood off his forehead with his linen handkerchief. Jase gingerly stepped closer to the CEO, to check the wound, when the other man glowered at him. That gesture made the Jase take a step back, as he handed over the breech to him.

Xavier took the breech from him, later on, pinning it to his lapel. Klein couldn't understand why the man's mood had switched from seductive, to angry. He was holding himself guilty for that. After all, he assaulted him when the other guy didn't even fight back.

"Get out of my house." Winter growled, rubbing the bleeding end of his lip with the same handkerchief. Klein's eyes snapped back at the angry CEO, whose face was giving nothing away.

"Xavier, I… I'm sorry." The cop mumbled an inapt apology, as he saw the other man impatiently glaring at his wrist watch, clicking his boots against the tiled floor. He didn't even bother to give him a glance, or one of his iconic smirks.

"Jase Klein. I won't repeat this twice. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. House." His angry glare had really scared Jase. Shit, the cop had just overstepped his limit. Jase could properly hear that he was instructed to leave the house at once, but wasn't willing to do so.

"Xavier, I'm sorry… I truly am. I shouldn't have hit you like that… I was out of my mind, and lord, atleast let me take care of the forehead wound. That looks nasty." His stuttering had just gone up a few notches, as Winter turned to the left, looking directly at him.

His haunting blue eyes had such hurt and humiliation in them, that Klein couldn't help but look at the floor. Blood was still oozing out of his forehead, dripping down to cheek, and then to his jawline. He wasn't the killer. He couldn't be. This was wrong.

"Does it even matter how sorry you are, Klein? You still think I murdered my wife for Christ's sake!" The then calm CEO had gone into an absolute outrage by now. His palms curled into fists, his lips stretched in a hard line.

"I… Xavier…" He mumbled something inaudible, when Winter grabbed him by the arm, harshly pulling him forward as if for him to meet his eyes.

"Don't say anything. See. Look in my eyes. Do you think I murdered her?" The CEO asked, his voice excessively powerful and full of authority.

"No. I don't think you killed your wife, Xavier. I'm sorry." The trembling cop admitted, his hazel eyes boring into the enchanted blue orbs that almost left him unarmed. Unmanned. He was caught under his spell, and couldn't move.

Klein inched closer to Winter, as if to wrap himself in the heat the CEO's body was emanating, his fingers reaching up to Winter's lapel, as he smoothened it. One step closer, and he went on his tip toes, as he locked his lips with the CEO's.

His tongue gently wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and yet again, he closed his lips softly on Xavier's, who showed no reaction at all. He stood there, stoic and unmoved as a statue, as Klein brushed his lips against his, waiting for a response. Then, he did get a reaction from the domineering man. Xavier grabbed him by his wrist, harshly shoving him backwards.

Klein gaped at him, wide eyed. He was confused, hurt, and had just been rejected. He opened his mouth to say something, but then, quickly closed it again. The other man gave him a hard, stern stare. Jase was feeling even more guilty and dejected. He had fucked this up due to his paranoid mindset, didn't he? His fingers were in knots, his face had fallen, when Winter finally spoke up.

"Never do that again." His voice dripped with contempt and humiliation, as he strode out of his house, leaving the guilty cop estranged.