ch 15(3 pov)

Xerxes followed behind as Esmeray walked out. In the elevator he saw her rubbing her hands together. He took her right hand (the one she used to slap the shit outa stupid zion) massaging it gently. Her words resonating in his ear.

Is it possible that she really loves him?

Or was she playing along?

Her small gentle hands fit in so perfectly with his. He couldn't help but sniff the air around them. She's wearing a rose scented perfume and he knows extactly which brand. She has inserted herself into his mind without trying.

"Please if you ever need to punch someone let me handle it. I can't have my beautiful wife do all the beating" he said smiling down at her.

"OH please, I'll only ask of your assistance when I'm in trouble"

"Really? I don't remember getting a call about the break in-" oh shit.

"You were listening to us? " She asked pulling her hand away, walking with a pace to her car. With her hand almost touching the handle Xerxes gently turned her over to face him. He was not about to leave the conversation like this.

"It was an accident, Mira had us waiting by the door and it's not like she tried to lead me away either."

"....*sigh* how much did you hear?"

"...that was the only thing I understood the rest were mumbles" he lied, he can't possibly tell her what he heard or that he wishes it was true.

She too wanted to make sure he didn't hear about her love towards him. Sure they'd have to tell people that but she had confessed a deep feeling to her friend.

But how true is this claim? Does she really love him? She's been too busy with work LOVE is never on her mind ....right?

Who does she think of when touching herself?

Who's face comes to her mind when she sees a black Jeep?

Who's face pops up when a specific cologne makes its way to her nostrils?

"...very well. You can let go of my hand."

"Let me hold it for just a bit...your employees are watching and we want them to believe us right?" Three employees were indeed keeping an eye.

"..let me tell you something about my employees...they are more shocked that I haven't blown your brains out for holding my hand. They do not believe I could ever love someone. They know me better then anyone else" she said turning back to them waving with a smile. Seeing she was fine they put their phone away and canceled the ambulance they had already asked for.

Back at her place she offered Xerxes a glass of water. Her home, a beautiful Hacienda, decorated with family portraits. Plants filling empty spaces on the white walls, flower pots hanging from the entrance that leads to her backyard. A chandelier hanging in the middle, touches of modern art mixed with old Mexican art. Think of Pablo Escobars home in the show " Narcos" .

I mean how could her home not be extactly that knowing her family wealth and business.

"Please make yourself comfortable, I'll be back in a few, feel free to explore" she said heading upstairs, ready to take a nice warm shower.

Xexes walked around looking at every detail of her home. He walked to the backyard, a pool in the middle, a hot-tub next to it, along with a fireplace, barbecue grill and cooking island. As he kept exploring he noticed broken glass on the ground, suddenly he recalled her mentioning of a break in.

It soon hit him how lonely her home is, no maids, servants, buttlers for God's sake not even a dog or a cat, aside from the koi pond he found.

'No wonder you feel lonely' he thought to himself. Her home is breathtaking indeed but very cold and distant from society. She lives forty-five minutes away from the city, sure doesn't sound far but she's surrounded by dense woods.

That's what makes the break in far more terrifying.

Who in the hell would break into a house outside the city?

How did they know she would or wouldn't be home?

Most importantly why the fuck doesn't she have ANY security?

Like damn yes she's a bad bitch and all but how can the CEO of A HUGE company not have any damn security or even a gaurd dog.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" She said taking a sip of orange juice.

He nodded his head in agreement with her statement. Honestly he was more focused on her attire then anything. Biker shorts with a very lose and long shirt. Her hair pulled into a simple braid with a few lose strands in the front.

"The best part is the river half a mile from here. "

"That explains the sounds of water."

"Where are my manners, are you hungry?" Taken aback for a bit he nodded at her question. She took them back to her kitchen.

She gathered a few utensils, pans and of course some meat. Back outside she turned the grill on, while that heated she began making some Mexican rice. The smell alone made his stomach rumble. He offered to help but she denied.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not used to having help while I cook. I like my space"

Giggling he replied with "I understand I'm the same way, but I must do something"

"The kitchen is open to whatever you want to make..how about dessert?" She suggested, in fact she's been craving a specific dessert only he knows how to make.

"...very well then" in a perfect world this is what he imagined them doing if they never broke things. Her cooking, him baking dessert while their kids play in the pool.

Damn, he really is playing with his own feelings. Wanting a future with someone is the hardest job to fulfill. It's not just about winning their hearts is also about cherishing it and keeping it forever.

He unfortunately doesn't know how to keep someone for to long. His last relationships have proven to be true. As much as he tried dating he just couldn't.

"I'm about to start grilling the meat and a few other things..oo it smells good in here"

"Thank you, can you help me role up my sleeves." Seeing the veins in his arm..turned her bright mind on. She's never touched his body not even his hands. For God's sake not even his fingers.

She looked up at him, as he made eye contact with her. His light brown eyes, decorated perfectly with his long eyelashes awakened the butterflies inside her. Her brown eyes, and chubby cheeks awakened that protective mode in him.

Suddenly there was a commotion down the hallways. Four men dressed in black made their way, talking about finding ways to torture the man downstairs. She had forgotten about her prisoner.

"Ceo Ling.....we were uh-"

"....mi oficina. My office." she suggested, letting go of Xerxes arm.

"...¿Ha dicho algo? Has he said anything?"

"se niega a hablar, dice que solo hablará contigo. He refuses to speak, saying he'll only speak to you"

"por orden tuya no lo hemos torturado. At your orders we haven't tortured him."

"Keep him quite until I figure what to do with him. He will speak but it will take some time. Now leave"

Xerxes has an idea of what's going on but will he ask questions, no. It's not his place too. He went back outside after putting the cake into the oven.

He spotted the men heading towards the woods. From his angle he can't see anything in that direction but there's a second home hidden away.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, just a mouse." It's clear what's happening, that mouse is possibly being tortured.

Is this the part where his anger and dislike towards her shows?

No, he too has delt with many mice.