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"Actually, I'm here to deliver some food to a guest. Could you tell me which room Maureen booked last night?"

The receptionist, still starstruck, didn't hesitate. "Sure thing, let me check for you." She turned to her computer, typing in a few details as Anna watched, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. This was just the beginning. She was determined to get to the truth.

"Room 300," the receptionist said with a smile, and Anna thanked her before making her way down the hallway.

When she reached the door, she knocked firmly. After a brief pause, she heard Maureen's voice from the other side. "Who is it? Hold on!" 

The door swung open, and Maureen's face paled when she saw Anna standing there, a cold, curly smile on her lips. Maureen's jaw dropped, and she stammered, "How did you—"

Before she could finish, Anna pushed past her with a force that left Maureen stumbling aside. Anna marched straight to the bedroom, her heart pounding with fury. 

There, on the bed, was Xavier, still wearing his trousers and a singlet, deep in sleep. The sight of him like this, vulnerable and unaware, only fueled her anger. She spun around, she turned swiftly and the slap landed hard across Maureen's cheek, the sound echoing in the room. Maureen staggered back, she held her reddening face.

"How dare you, bitch!" Maureen screamed, her voice trembling with rage. "You're going to pay for this!"

At that moment, Xavier groaned, his head pounding from the previous night's drinking. He slowly opened his eyes, squinting against the light. "Anna, is that you?" he mumbled, his voice hoarse and weak. "I need you."

Anna's fury softened at the sound of his voice. She rushed to his side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "It's okay. I'm here now. Let's go home," she whispered, her voice gentle as she helped him sit up, draping his arm over her shoulder to support him.

Maureen, still clutching her cheek, glared at them with seething hatred. "Slut! You think you can fuck your ex and get away with his brother, huh!?" she spat venomously. "Xavier deserves better than your whore ass!"

Anna's eyes flashed with anger as she turned on Maureen. "Get the hell out of our way and stay away from Xavier!" she shouted, pushing Maureen forcefully back onto the cushion.

Maureen screamed in frustration, her face contorted with rage and tears. "I will make you pay for this, Anna!" she yelled, her voice breaking as she began to scatter the pillows in the room in a fit of anger.

Ignoring Maureen's outburst, Anna focused on Xavier, who leaned heavily against her. She guided him out of the room.

***

Anna carried Xavier into the bedroom, struggling a bit under his weight as he murmured incoherent words. She couldn't help but laugh softly. "You're heavy!" she said, exhaling as she gently laid him down on the bed.

"My shoes..." Xavier mumbled, his voice thick with drowsiness.

Anna smiled and pulled off his shoes, tossing them aside. "There, your shoes are off."

"My trousers..." he continued, and she sighed, nodding as she carefully removed them as well. With that done, she sat beside him, her hand reaching up to touch his forehead, checking for any signs of a fever. Thankfully, his skin felt cool.

"Goodnight," she whispered, standing to leave, but before she could take a step, he reached out and grabbed her hand.

"Wait, Anna!" he said, his grip surprisingly strong.

She paused, looking back at him with concern. "What is it, Xavier?"

"Stay with me," he murmured, his eyes pleading.

"Xavier... I..." Anna hesitated, unsure if she should stay. But the look on his face, so vulnerable and pitiful, tugged at her heart. Finally, she sighed, giving in. "Okay, I'll stay, but only for a little while."

She laid down beside him, trying to keep her distance, but Xavier shifted closer, his breath warm against her skin. He made to kiss her, but she gently held him back, her voice soft but firm. "Xavier, you're drunk..."

He chuckled softly, his voice slurred. "Anna, you can only belong to me." His words sent a shiver through her, and as he leaned in, his lips inches from hers, she shut her eyes, holding her breath.

"Oh no!" She murmured.

As Xavier's lips drew closer, Anna squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for what she thought was inevitable. But after a moment, nothing happened. She cautiously opened her eyes and found him fast asleep beside her, breathing evenly, a peaceful expression on his face. Relief washed over her, and she couldn't help but smile. Leaning in, she kissed his cheek softly. "Naughty head," she whispered with a smile, then quietly tiptoed out of the room.

***

The next morning, the sun's rays filtered through the curtains, landing directly on Xavier's face. He groaned softly, blinking as he slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was Anna opening the door, a bright smile on her face.

"Morning, sunshine," she greeted him cheerfully, setting down a hot cup of coffee on the bedside table.

Xavier rubbed his eyes and sat up, a bit groggy. "I was so drunk last night... I didn't do anything embarrassing or nasty, did I?" he asked, a hint of anxiety in his voice.

Anna shook her head with a gentle smile. "Not really," she said, pausing slightly before adding, "but it seems like you're really bothered about the fact that I met up with Michael."

Xavier's eyes widened in shock. "You met up with Michael?" he blurted out, his voice sharp with concern.

"Yes," Anna replied calmly, watching his reaction. "He came to our restaurant last night, trying to win me back." She pouted playfully, but the seriousness in her eyes didn't go unnoticed.

Xavier sprang out of bed, clearly upset. He was wearing only shorts, revealing his morning erection. His expression darkened. "I don't want you to have anything to do with him ever again," he said, his voice thick with concern and possessiveness.

"Don't worry," Anna said, trying to reassure him. "I told him to fuck off." But as she finished speaking, her eyes drifted downward, widening in shock when she noticed the early morning erection Xavier had under his shorts. She quickly sprang up from the bed, her face turning red as she looked away.

"Listen, Anna, I..." Xavier began to explain, but Anna kept her gaze averted, nodding quickly and awkwardly, clearly trying to avoid looking at him.

"Xavier... your... your..." she stammered, her voice trailing off as she gestured towards his shorts.

Xavier glanced down, noticing what had caught her attention, and sighed, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I'm sorry, but this tends to happen every morning," he said, trying to keep his voice calm and matter-of-fact.

Anna nodded, still blushing. "Could you please grab my trousers for me?" Xavier asked, his tone casual.

Anna rolled her eyes playfully. "I feel like I did my duty by following you around last night, so this wouldn't be a problem," she teased, retrieving the trousers and handing them to him.

She quickly looked away again, giving him some privacy to get dressed, but then felt a gentle hand on her shoulder as Xavier turned her around to face him. He had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he smiled down at her. "I think I'll need a little help to put them on," he said, his tone light but teasing.

Anna's eyes widened in shock. "Me?" she asked, incredulous.

Xavier nodded, grinning at her reaction. "Yes, you."

Anna stared at him for a momen

t, completely caught off guard by his playful request, unsure whether to laugh or smack him.