"The future for me is already a thing of the past . You were my first love and you will be my last" ― Bob Dylan

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He lay on his king size bed. I took his shoes off that almost doubled my shoe size, his feet passed the foot of the bed, almost dangling. He was too tall and the size of the bed looks smaller with him lying on it.

I pulled the bed cover to tuck him up when he groaned and started unbuttoning his fly. I felt alarmed with my eyes widening.

"What are you doing?" I asked frantically.

He looks at me lazily with a sly grin on his lips. "Taking off my pants?" his grin broadened and his eyes flickered something sinful.

My face disgruntled. My hands involuntarily flew to my hips, glaring at him deadly. "You are not getting naked in front of me," I scowled.

He groaned petulantly and I rolled my eyes. I was still standing at the edge of the foot of the bed.

"I can't sleep with my clothes on," he whined, groaning momentarily.

"Fine, but let me go first before you get all naked!" I hissed as I made my way to the door.

"Wait," he sat upright, stopping from what he's doing and stared at me with pleading eyes.

"I need help brushing my teeth, and I'm hungry, too." He looks like a five-year-old lost boy.

"Didn't you eat, out?" I asked turning to face him completely annoyed and at the same time, feeling responsible for him.

He sighed. "No. I have no appetite. All I had since this morning was coffee and tonight, rum," he stared at me looking guilty.

"Why would you drink without anything in your stomach first?" I grumbled at him as I walk back towards the bed and stood on the edge of the bed.

"I said, I have no appetite," he looks at me, almost pouting.

"Fine," I scowled at him. His grin broadened as soon as I agreed.

"Do you have anything in the fridge that I can cook?" I ask ignoring his happy face.

"Ah, yes. I bought tons of canned food and instant noodles. That's all I can cook," he grinned lopsidedly and I rolled my eyes ignoring the crazy thumping of my heart.

"Not healthy," I shook my head in disbelief.

"I'll start eating healthy when we get married," he tried to get up, but he staggered, stumbling over the edge of the bed and fell on his ass.

"Fuck!" he grumbled between his chuckles and I quickly went to rescue him, joining him laughing at the end.

"Are you alright?" I asked as I help him on his feet.

"Yes, I'm fine," he nodded and he nuzzled his nose on my shoulder, tickling me to no end.

"Xandrous," I called.

"Hmm," he responded lazily.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked frowning at him.

"To take a leak," he said softly.

"Oh," I murmured.

"Then let's go so I can cook something for you," I said trying to get this over with. Him being this close to me makes me feel so mushy inside, and acting so sweet, I could feel myself melting.

I led him to his washroom. Holding him by the waist, his hand around my shoulder gets heavier each time. We both staggered to the washroom since he's huge compared to my frame.

"You need to eat more, Vi. You're too skinny," he commented and his hand skims my back making me feel warm suddenly. His hand working on my back makes me tingles all over.

"Xandrous, stop it!" I said before I would give in again in.

"I'm sorry," he quickly apologizes and his hand went back to my shoulder. As soon as we were inside his washroom, I pulled myself away at arms length and he staggered to balance himself as he tugs his pants down. I quickly turn around and he chuckled.

"You've seen this before, Vi," he teased and I felt my whole body heat up, from the tip of my hair to my toe.

That night flashes in my head ...

"Are you sure you want to sleep with me?" Xandrous was staring at me intently, his voice sounding reluctant but his eyes were glowing expectantly. It was a sudden decision. It just popped up out of nowhere.

I nodded my head, slamming back down the fear that was starting to crawl in my gut. If I want to win him completely, I need to step up my game. I will give him what he wanted the most. My virginity.

"What about your parents?" Xandrous asks looking torn.

"I told them I'm sleeping at my friends house. Dad and mom agreed," I said, my heart pounding loudly against my ribcage.

"Dad and mom won't be back until tomorrow. I'll drive you tomorrow as soon as you're up," he said and he looks around the bar. "Where are your friends?"

They must be somewhere," I looked around the loud crowd, but there's no sign of Delaine and Gema. They were my high school friends, from grade eight to grade ten, but we were still friends even when I moved to London boarding school in grade eleven.

"I'll just text them," I said as I rose up from my seat and grab my small purse. I texted Xandrous to pick me up around twelve at night and I'm glad he didn't go to bed yet.

It was spring break so I go back home, and I'm in grade twelve, my last year in high school at Crawford High, a private boarding school in London.

The drive to their mansion felt longer where in fact, the bar is just fifteen minutes away from their mansion. It was quiet inside the car and the tension seems growing each second. My heart races thinking about what was going to happen.

Xandrous eyes were staring ahead of the road intently. He looks tense and so am I. "Are you sure you want to sleep with me?" he asked again glancing at my side briefly before focusing his eyes back on the road. "You can change your mind now," he said without looking at me. He was staring hard on the road.

"Yes. I want to sleep with you," I said firmly and stared at him. I saw his Adam's apple move up and down as he swallowed hard. I gulped thickly. "Why? Don't you want to sleep with me?" I asked challenging him.

He looks at me then back to the road. He stops in front of the tall iron gate and the guard opened the tall wide gate and he pulls into a long curvy concrete driveway.

He stops right in front of their door. He turned the ignition off and then he turns to face me. "You know I love to," he said intently. His eyes dark with lust and my whole body tenses. "Let's go," he said and he slid out of his car and jogged around the car then opened the door for me.

Dragging my limbs out of the car, I followed him inside the mansion. He led me into the familiar foyer then to his room.

Inside the foyer was illuminated with soft light from the outside lamp post peeking through the glass wall.

"Careful with the steps," he murmured softly while holding my hand leading me upstairs where his room was.

As soon as we reach his room, my heartbeat quickens and my throat felt so dry. Xandrous walk straight to his walk-in closet and then after a while he came out with only his boxer and white v-neck shirt. He was holding a white shirt the same as the one he was wearing and a boxer.

"Here," he handed me the clothes and I reluctantly took it. "Come," he said as he led me to his ensuite bathroom. I was hyperventilating inside that I didn't bother to look around his huge room. I saw it's all black and white, very manly.

As soon as I'm inside the washroom, I closed the door. Leaning my back against the door, I let out a heavy sigh.

"I'm doing this to win him. To win his heart and his attention," I whispered to myself.

I quickly took all my clothes and decided to have a shower. I turned the water on and let it run until the desired temperature met. I step inside and slides the sliding glass door close, and turn the rain shower head that was built into the wall and ceiling. The water cascaded my body and it felt relaxing.

Grabbing his soap, I brought up close to my nose and sniff the light brown thing. It smelled musk, sandalwood, I'm not even sure. It just smelt so super sexy, very manly to be exact. The smell I'm addicted. It's him. Smells Xandrous.

I smiled as I scrub myself with the soap. After scrubbing my body and felt satisfied, I step out of the shower and pulled a clean towel from his cabinet. After drying my body, leaving my hair damp, I put on the shirt he gave me and the boxer. It felt uncomfortable without anything underneath the boxer but I ignored it.

I had to fold the waistband so to hold my hips and not falling. The shirt looks like a dress to me, almost reaching my mid thigh. I rummaged through his sink cabinets to find an extra toothbrush. I found a few still in its package and took one. I quickly brush my teeth.

Before tossing the damp towel in the hamper on one corner, I squeezed my hair again using the towel to dry it a little more.

When I'm satisfied, I decided to get out. I took my dirty clothes and fold them neatly, then quietly opened the door and walk back to his bed.

The room is illuminated with the night lamp with a soft golden glow. I turned the lights off in the washroom then walk to one of the armchairs over by the glass window that covered the whole wall.

I place my clothes on the chair and then walk quietly to his bed. I felt relieved that he's already sleeping. I didn't realize I stayed in the washroom longer, enjoying the soap and the water too much.

I gently crawled inside his cover when he stirred turning to face me. "What took you so long?" he murmured sleepily. I stop staring at his sleepy eyes.

"I'm sorry, I had a shower," I said.

"Let's sleep," he said, tugging one arm and I landed on his side. He pulled the comforter tucking us both inside and then he wraps his hands around me. I nestled my head against his chest and smelled him.

I smiled. Closing my eyes with relief, I welcomed sleep.

I woke up Xandrous was kissing my neck and my whole body quiver with the delicious sensations it created. My body suddenly heated up.

"Good morning," he whispered. He was already on top of me and he's hovering over me. His eyes are dark leering at me, his suggestive grin filled with sinful thoughts. I felt his lower member saluting at me and my cheeks felt burning both with embarrassment and turning on.

"Morning," I look away not wanting him to smell my morning breath.

He cupped my face with one hand and move it to the side so our eyes meet. He swooped down momentarily and pressed his lips, full onto mine.

"I need to brush my teeth," I tried to say, and he stops kissing me for a bit and he chuckled boyishly. I felt enchanted as I stared into his face with his disheveled hair, eyes sparkled with lust, and his bedroom voice, I felt my whole body tenses with anticipation. Turning mushy inside.

"I don't care," he whispered again and kiss me on the lips releasing my cheeks and his hand reach out mine and my eyes went wide when I realized his intention.

He places my hand on his raging arousals and my whole body shuddered deliciously. It was huge and my palm is not enough to hold his hard cock.

"Xandrous," I blushed, my voice sounding needy, throaty.

"It feels good," he breathes as he kept on kissing me everywhere his lips landed. His erection in my palm felt so warm and weirdly smooth, and instinctively, I slowly stroke it and my eyes widened when it becomes harder, I could feel the veins sticking up, as solid as the ones that actually cause the erection and it felt quite rough. It's like a skin over a rod. It is squishy outside but very firm inside.

When my hand reaches the tip, I felt the warm liquid and Xandrous grab my hand to stop, growling deeply like he was in pain.

My eyes flew to his and stared at him in confusion. Did I do it right?

He crawled out of me and stood at the foot of the bed. He took his boxers off and so his shirt and I watch him in awe. How his muscles reflex with each slight movement enchanted me. When his erection sprung free before my eyes, like a soldier saluting me, my whole body felt so hot. Watching him standing in front of me in all his naked glory under the sunlight, it felt stimulating. I felt the warm sensations seeping between my legs and instinctively I squeezed my legs tighter.

Xandrous pulled the cover and tossed it on the side. My eyes watching him with growing anticipation. He crawled on top of me and he helps me take my shirt off. Everything went a blur when he dipped his head and sucked the hard tip of my breast. While his hands skim my body, and his fingers slip inside the boxer I was wearing and found what he was aiming.

His fingers teasing my damp sex made me growl in frustration. He stops kissing my nipples and he sat upright on his knees and then tugged my boxer off making me yelp softly.

"You look so beautiful, my love," he drawled as he kissed me on my lips, trailing down to the hollow of my neck, down to my chest, capturing the two sensitive nipples with his hot lips and suck them making me writhes underneath him, moaning softly in pure bliss. "I want you to be the first thing I touch in the morning and the last thing I taste at night," he whispered against my skin.

When he positioned himself in my entrance, my erratic breathings that match his, quickens. Kissing me on the lips hard and demanding, he plunged into me in a fluid move and he stilled. The sharp feeling traveled throughout my body, feeling like I was ripped into two. His kisses then consume me and the sharp feeling that felt burning in my core slowly fades away, though I still felt full inside.

Xandrous growled gutturally, as he waited for me to accommodate his fullness. His breathings were hard and ragged. He seems to be in pain as he waited and I could actually feel the pulse throbbing in his hard shaft. My hands automatically skim his muscled back and felt tiny beads of sweat were forming on his back.

I wrapped my legs around him and grind my pelvis. He then started thrusting into me in a slow pace, then gradually pick up a pace. He would make small tiny grunting noises each time he pounded into me. The delicious, earth shattering sensations kept building up inside my gut and as he humped me harder and harder, my nails dig into his skin and clawed him as I felt the sensations getting out of control. His forehead sheen with his sweat.

When he sucked my hard tits, smoldering embers of pleasure erupted like fireworks and I shut my eyes to let the orgasms overtake me.

"What are you thinking?" Xandrous slurred tone brought me out of my short reverie. I stiffened and blushed profusely. I felt his warm lips on my bare nape. His hands curled around my waist pulling me gently to his chest.

"Nothing," I responded too quickly. "Come on, so I can cook now," I said, tugging his hands off my waist and led him outside, hiding the blush that decided to settle on my cheeks. I felt suffocated so hot. I need to get out of his place as soon as possible.

When he lay back in his bed, I scurry out of his room to his kitchen and rummaged through his cabinets. I found canned foods, instant noodles in packs, and decided to make him noodles instead.

Not long, I was walking back to his room with a bowl of ramen noodles and a glass of water.

He was sitting with his back resting against his headboard. He was only wearing his white shirt now and the bed cover covering until his hips. I wonder if he's still wearing his suit pants or was he wearing just his boxer.

I quickly shook the thoughts off and place the noodles on the small square coffee table made of glass in front of a small white couch, facing the flat screen mounted to the wall.

When I turned to took at his direction, he was already walking towards me at a staggered pace. I wonder if he could eat by himself without spilling the hot soup on him.

"Are you sure you can eat by yourself?" I asked crossing my hands over my chest.

He grinned cheekily. "I can watch me!" he said proudly and sat on the couch. He reach for the remote and turned the TV on. He then looks at me.

"Won't you sit beside me?" he asked in his soft and sexy tone. I wanted to really beat myself after this. Acquiescently, I sat beside him and he leaned forward reaching for his soup and started eating. I trained my eyes on the TV as he eats his soup. He coughs once and chanted "hot, hot" harshly.

I couldn't hold my laughter and let it go. He sat upright and stared at me, laughing.

"I love it when you're laughing and because of me. I love the feeling when I made you laugh," he smiled his eyes glowing.

My laughter died down as I stared into his beautiful orbs, my heart started to beat crazily. I'm falling so hard again.

Stop it, Vicky!

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I woke up with a jerk when I heard a shrilling sound that comes from my side table on my right. Grunting loudly, I reach out for my phone and connect the call, stopping the annoying sound of my ringtone.

"Hello," I said.

"Good morning," a familiar female voice rang in my ears but I couldn't place who it was.

"Good morning," I responded, sounding confused.

"It's Margaux," she answered, filling my confusion. "Anyway, I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time," she started.

"No, no," I responded quickly, rubbing my eyes gently trying to force them to open. The sun whom we missed for a few days is already up high.

"I was just curious," she said. "I saw the column about you and Alexandrous Mailov. Isn't he the guy who fathered your baby?"

I bolted sat upright and felt my body went rigid. I don't want to remember that past. That nightmare I had buried deep down in the ground.

"Margaux," I said softly, but my voice quivered, sharp, and at the same time filled with an unwelcome agony.

Why she had to remind me?

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A/N: Someone wants the flashback of their first night. Here you go! Have fun reading!!