Chapter 15 – Never Your Mistress
Before I could answer Susan’s annoying question, Xavier suddenly wheeled his chair forward, giggling excitedly like a child.
“Ahhh!” he babbled, his arms flailing as he crashed straight into Susan.
Susan let out a loud cry as she stumbled backward, falling to the floor with a thud.
“You little-” she shrieked.
Xavier clapped his hands together, laughing like he had just won a game. “Fun! Fun!”
I bit my lip, trying not to smirk.
Michael’s eyes widened. “Susan!” He rushed to help her up.
Susan clutched his arm dramatically, her face twisted in anger. “He’s useless! He almost killed me!”
Xavier just giggled, his innocent expression unwavering.
Susan turned to me, pointing a shaky finger. “Rachel, how could you marry someone like this?”
Michael clenched his jaw, his eyes burning with frustration. Then, before I could react, he stepped toward Xavier, his hand raised,
I stepped in front of Xavier instantly. “Don’t you dare.” My voice was firm, laced with warning.
Michael froze. “Rachel, move.”
I didn’t budge. “Why? Because he bumped into your precious Susan? Funny, you didn’t hit Ivan when he shot me with his arrow.”
Michael’s expression darkened, but he lowered his hand.
“Take him away,” he snapped at the butler.
The butler gave me a hesitant glance before wheeling Xavier toward his room.
Michael exhaled sharply and turned to me. “I need to talk to you. Alone.”
I crossed my arms. “I have nothing to say to you.”
He ignored me and walked outside, expecting me to follow.
I sighed. I wasn’t in the mood for his games, but I wanted this conversation over with.
stepped outside, arms still crossed. “Talk.”
Michael took a deep breath, studying me. “Why, Rachel? Why him?”
I raised an eyebrow. “Why do you care?”
Michael clenched his jaw. “Xavier can’t give you what you want.”
I scoffed. “And what exactly do I want?”
He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I know you. You crave love, passion, stability. Do
you think Xavier even understands what that is?”
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I raised an eyebrow. “Why do you care?”
Michael clenched his jaw. “Xavier can’t give you what you want.”
I scoffed. “And what exactly do I want?”
He stepped closer, lowering his voice, “I know you, You crave love, passion, stability, Do
you think Xavier even understands what that is?”
I rolled my eyes. “That’s none of your business, Michael,”
He smirked. “I’m sure he can’t even satisfy you in bed.”
I stiffened.
Michael chuckled darkly. “Oh? Did I strike a nerve?”
I turned to walk away, disgusted. “We’re done here.”
But before I could take another step, he grabbed my wrist and spun me around, pinning me against the cold brick wall.
“Michael!” I gasped.
His eyes flickered over my neck.
His expression twisted with something dark.
“Rachel,” he murmured, his fingers trailing over my skin. “A hickey?”
I swallowed hard.
Michael’s face hardened, his grip tightening. “You married Xavier but you’re sleeping around like a whore?”
I jerked against his hold. “Let me go.”
He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. “If you want to be a whore, why don’t you be my whore?”
My stomach turned.
He smirked. “I’ll take care of you. No one will bully you. You’ll spread your legs only for
me.”
My hand flew across his face. Slap!
His head snapped to the side, and for a moment, he didn’t move.
Then he turned back to me, his jaw tight.
“You dare hit me?” he seethed.
I glared at him. “Don’t ever speak to me like that again.”
Michael’s eyes darkened. “You really have no self–worth, do you?” His grip on my wrist tightened. “Married, yet sleeping with someone else. Is that how low you’ve sunk?”
I struggled, but he was stronger. His hand moved to my waist, pressing me harder against the wall.
“Michael, stop!” I pushed against his chest.
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I struggled, but he was stronger. His hand moved to my waist, pressing me harder against
the wall,
“Michael, stop!” I pushed against his chest.
He didn’t listen. His face inched closer.
Panic surged through me,
“Michael, stop!”
Suddenly, a hand yanked him away.
“Enough.”
Michael stumbled back, breathing hard.
I looked up and saw the butler standing between us, his expression dark with fury.
“You’ve overstayed your welcome,” the butler said firmly.
Michael wiped his mouth, his eyes flicking back to me.
“Rachel-”
Slap!
I hit him again.
Then again.
Then once more, harder.
Michael’s cheek was red, his expression a mix of shock and rage.
I spat at his feet. “I would rather die than be your mistress.”
His fists clenched.
“You will regret this,” he hissed.
I stepped closer, my voice cold. “No, you will.”
Michael’s eyes burned into mine, but I didn’t waver.
Michael didn’t move at first. But then, with one last look at me, he turned and stormed off.
I didn’t move until I heard their car drive away.
Then, my knees weakened.
I wrapped my arms around myself, my body trembling.
The butler placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Are you alright, Madam?”
I nodded stiffly. “I’m fine.”
I turned and walked straight to my bedroom.
The moment I shut the door, I let out a shaky breath.
I wrapped my arms around myself again, trying to shake off the disgust lingering on my
skin.
Then, warmth surrounded me.
Strong arms wrapped around me from behind.
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Michael’s eyes burned into mine, but I didn’t waver.
Michael didn’t move at first. But then, with one last look at me, he turned and stormed off.
I didn’t move until I heard their car drive away.
Then, my knees weakened.
I wrapped my arms around myself, my body trembling.
The butler placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Are you alright, Madam?”
I nodded stiffly. “I’m fine.”
I turned and walked straight to my bedroom.
The moment I shut the door, I let out a shaky breath.
I wrapped my arms around myself again, trying to shake off the disgust lingering on my skin.
Then, warmth surrounded me.
Strong arms wrapped around me from behind.
I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.
Xavier.
His familiar scent surrounded me, comforting and steady.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered against my shoulder. “I should have been there.”
I swallowed hard.
His arms tightened around me. “I promise you, Michael will regret today.”
I didn’t respond.
He turned me around gently, his hands cupping my face. “Come,” he murmured. “Let me
take care of you.”
I let him lead me into the bathroom.
He turned on the warm water, then helped me step in.
His fingers brushed my hair back as he kissed my temple.
His lips trailed lower, brushing over my neck.
I shivered when he kissed the mark Michael had seen.
His mouth lingered there, his breath hot against my skin.
My fingers gripped his shirt.
“Xavier…”
He pulled back slightly, his eyes dark.
Then, he leaned in and kissed me.
I melted into him, my hands moving to his shoulders.
Then-
