Claire's POV:

It's been 2 weeks since I last saw Xavier, and that was also when we first arrived in this house. I haven't seen him ever since. I don't even know if he's in the house or not.

I know he's avoiding me after that kiss in the car. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it but I try to keep myself distracted with the books and it's been pretty helpful so far.

Most days I'd eat alone and sometimes Paul and Tristan would keep me company. I came to find Tristan is Paul's nephew and they have been working for Xavier for over 7 years.

Paul has been nothing but kind toward me. He and Ella made me wish I had loving parents like them.

I haven't heard anything from Derek or Oliver either. Well it's not like I have a way to contact them anyways but normally I'd hear Xavier on a call with Derek but now even that's gone.

I won't lie I miss him, he somehow always knew how to make me forget about all the negative going on in life and enjoy the moment.

Tristan and I on the other hand have become somewhat good friends. Every afternoon he would water the plants and flowers and I'd help him while he'd tell me more about his passions and hobbies.

Even tho I've been well kept here I'd still miss the comfort only Xavier can offer. I remember the night I slept in his arms and how I had one of the most peaceful sleep in years.

It was like being in his arms protected me from all the horrifying memories and nightmares that haunted me and I can't deny the fact that I wanna feel that again, I wanna sleep in his arms just once more.

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Xavier's POV:

It's been two weeks, two goddamn weeks and I haven't been able to see her up close or hear her angelic voice and it's been fucking with me too goddamn much.

I can see her in the garden from the window in my office. She spends most of her afternoons in the garden, reading or helping that boy with the flowers.

How many times have I had to hold myself back from breaking his fucking hands off every time I saw him hold her hands guiding her as she happily watered the plants.

The worst part was I couldn't, she isn't mine but a huge part of me wanted to fucking change that and make her mine, have her smile at me. Have her in my arms all fucking day long.

It has become a part of my routine, every afternoon I'd stand in the window with a drink in my hand and admire her from afar. Because I knew if I go near her I won't be able to hold myself back, not this time.

When I told her to pick any room, deep down I knew she would pick the one next to mine because It reflected her bright aura.

On one hand, it gave me a sense of peace knowing she was safe in the next room but also put me through hell when I hear her muffled cries at night, knowing that she was having a nightmare but not being able to hold her in my arms and comfort her because if I do that, I wouldn't be able to pull myself back, and that will only put her in more danger then she's already in.

Gulping down the remaining of my drink I looked out the window to see her sitting on the bench with her face buried in the book. Wearing one of her short sundresses that made her look divine. And that didn't help one bit.

My hands itched to hold her, feel her soft skin under my fingertips, and kiss her till we both run out of breath.

Letting out a frustrated sigh I was about to walk away when my eyes fell on that boy as he approached her. So I decided to stand by and watch for a little while longer.

She didn't seem to acknowledge his presence yet as she was so engrossed in what she was reading. The way her eyes light up when there's something happy or exciting going on, or how she pouts when there's a sad part. All those expressions she makes are just so fucking adorable.

My fist tightened when I saw him pick her up and twirl her around. The look of pure shock was evident on her face but when she looked at him she laughed and shoved him with her book. She seems happy.

Seeing her laughing was comforting but knowing that I can never be the reason behind her angelic laughs killed me.

Why do I feel this strong urge to be the reason behind her every smile, every genuine laugh? This is bad, this is so fucking bad.

Frustrated I walked out of my office, and descended the stairs. It was as if my legs had a mind of their own.

As I approached near the door I could hear her soft voice, giggling and talking.

Ignoring the fact that I'd been trying to avoid her, I just kept walking till I was outside.

Not long after their chattering quiet down when her eyes fell on me.

He followed her gaze and turned around looking at me with a bit of shock clear in his eyes.

"Good afternoon sir" he greeted me to which I gave him a nod.

"You done with your work?" I asked not taking my eyes off her.

"Yes sir" he said now standing straight and Claire was back to chewing her lips. I need to get her to stop fucking doing that all the time!

"Then you're off for the rest of the day" I muttered to which he bowed down slightly.

He turned back towards Claire and whispered something to which she smiled sweetly at him and gave him a soft adorable nod. And I just wanted to fucking punch him in the throat.

Stop acting like a fucking jealous teenager Xavier!

Soon after he walked out leaving me and Claire alone.

I walked towards the pool and began unbuttoning my shirt, all the while feeling her eyes on me.

As soon as I threw my shirt off I heard her gasp, followed by her quick footsteps walking away, to which I immediately turn to look at her, and there she was rushing into the house.

"Wait!" I rushed and it came out more urgent than I intended it to be.

She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned to look at me with tinted cheeks. Goddamn adorable.

"Join me" I said which came out more like an order than a request. Great.

"I can't swim" she mumbled softly not once looking into my eyes and it was fucking with me. I need her to look me in the eyes with her big doe eyes.

"Then sit here and read while I swim" I suggested to which she finally looked up and into my eyes. Fuck, I really do need a swim now.

She seemed hesitant but agreed nevertheless and began walking towards the bench.

"Not on the bench, come here" I spoke and motioned her to sit by the pool where I've mostly seen her sit with her feet dipping in the cold water.

As soon as she was seated with her feet now in the water I pushed down my trousers. She again gasped and covered her face with her book.

"I'm not going skinny dipping Claire" I said holding back my laugh at her innocence.

She peeked through her book and visibly relaxed seeing me in my shorts.

Getting in the water I swam around with only her on my mind.

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Claire's POV:

I sat there, with my feet in the cold water but I was still feeling hot and bothered. It's the first time I've seen him in 2 weeks and I forgot how his presence affects me.

How strongly he makes me feel the need to be touched by him and him only, how his eyes explore my every inch, causing goosebumps to rise all over my body, it's like he touches me with his gaze and that makes me feel all hot and needy. And I've never felt this way before.

I tried to keep my breathing even and focus on the letters written before me but God it was hard. Stop it, Claire!

I looked over and saw him effortlessly swimming around. How does he make everything seem so effortlessly easy??

He dove down rising back up and ran his fingers through his wet hair getting them out of his face. I was shamelessly oalging at him and as soon as I realized I was about to be caught red-handed my body jolted and I quickly brought the book up to cover my face.

But since I was sitting at the very edge, the sudden action caused me to slip into the water letting out a scream.

I panicked when I kept sinking deeper into the water and began thrashing my arms and legs, trying so desperately to push myself back to the surface.

I felt a strong hold around my waist pulling me out of the water as I gasped for air and held tightly onto the broad shoulders.

"Fuck Claire are you okay!?" He asked with panic.

"I- I" I couldn't speak as I felt the lump forming at the back of my throat and tears clouded my vision. I hate being helpless all the time.

"Shh it's okay, I got you" he whispered holding me tightly against his chest as he kept us both afloat.

"Let's get you out hm?" he said pushing my wet hair off my face and looking into my eyes and I only nodded.

Holding tightly onto his shoulders I wrapped my legs around his waist as well clinging onto him while he swam us both toward the surface.

Getting out he didn't let go of me, instead, his hold tightened around my waist stopping me from getting down.

He grabbed a dry towel and threw it over my head and began walking into the house with me still in his arms, 

He momentarily looked down at me before climbing up the stairs and walked towards an unfamiliar door before twisting the handle and walking into the room.

The moment my eyes met the interior of the room I knew it was his. Grey and black walls, black marble floor, not too bright and oddly comfortable. This was a perfect fit for his personality.

Kicking open the bathroom door he put me down on the counter and stood in between my legs and rubbed the towel over my head drying my hair.

His action stopped when I let out a sneeze. Removing the towel he wrapped it around my shoulders.

"Wait here" he instructed and walked out of the bathroom leaving me alone.

Sitting here in his bathroom brought me back to the first time he took care of my wounds and I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks so I tapped my cold hands over my face to get rid of it.

Soon after he walked back in but this time he had a pair of trousers on but his chest was still bare making me lower my eyes as I could feel my heartbeat rising.

"Here change into some dry clothes," he said handing me a black button-up shirt making me look at him confused.

"Get rid of your wet clothes before you catch a cold, you can change later" he pushed the shirt in my hands before walking out again closing the door.

Bringing up the shirt to my nose I subconsciously took in a deep breath, it smelled exactly like him. That was creepy, wasn't it?

Jumping off the counter I stripped out of my wet clothes before sliding the soft material of his shirt on. God, it smells so good!

Looking over myself in the mirror I felt a swarm of butterflies going crazy in my stomach. The shirt was pretty huge on me and it ended right to my knees but somehow made me feel the most comfortable and warm I've ever felt.

Picking up my wet clothes I walked out of his bathroom just to see a tall figure standing not so far away from the door.

He ever so slowly traced his eyes down to my body. His jaw ticked before he let out a sharp breath and brought his eyes back to my face.

"T-Thank you" I whispered lightly to which he took a slow step forward, now standing barely a few inches away from me, and surprisingly I didn't back up this time.

"I will give you the s-shirt back tomorrow" I mumbled not really liking the idea.

"Keep it, it looks better on you anyways" he whispered huskily not taking his eyes off me making the butterflies in my stomach travel further down. Jesus!

Giving a slow nod I quickly stepped aside and towards the door.

"Claire"

His deep voice stopped me and I turned to look at him.

"I'll teach you how to swim, tomorrow, at 7 pm" he stated more like an order.

Wait really? He's gonna teach me..?

I must've heard him wrong, why would he wanna teach me how to swi-

"Claire?"

His deep voice broke the train of my thoughts and I looked at him.

"7 pm tomorrow, understand?" He asked and I slowly nodded to which he raised his brow.

"Understood" I mumbled feeling the hotness reappear on my face and at the pit of my stomach.

"Good girl" he muttered with a soft smirk resting on his lips and I could feel my already wet panties dampening. What the hell is wrong with me?!

Rushing out I dashed into my room throwing myself on the bed. I need to calm down.

⚠️ adult scene ahead ⚠️

But his scent was clouding each and every sense intensifying my arousal. I have never felt this horny before, the need to be touched, to be pleasured has never been this strong.

Nibbling onto my bottom lip I slowly reached my hand down and into my panties. I don't remember the last time I touched myself.

Feeling the hot wetness I explored my fingers further down and let out a soft gasp when my fingers found the sensitive ball of nerves all hot and wet.

Rubbing it ever so softly I could feel the knot forming at the pit of my stomach and it kept rising the faster I moved my fingers.

Suddenly the thought of Xavier being the one pleasuring me flashed through my mind and my hand instinctively picked up the speed and rubbed the cliterous faster.

Soft moans escaped my mouth when the knot in my stomach tightened. I could feel my orgasm building up but suddenly it stopped.

Then I remembered why I had stopped pleasuring myself because every time I tried I could never get my finish and it only left me wanting it more. Great.

Letting out a frustrated sigh I jumped off the bed and walked towards the bathroom. I need to pee.

After getting done I walked back into the room and lay in bed. My face went red remembering how I had just thought of Xavier while pleasuring myself. That's another level of creepy Claire!

Wrapping my arms around myself I let his scent engulf me and welcome me into somewhat of a peaceful sleep.

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End of chapter lovelies.
The chapters in the future will surely get intense and interesting I promise you guys that. 😉