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When the ballroom came to be absolutely empty then only I decided to retreat to my room, leaving Xavier behind to do whatever he wants but he of course was the most sticky person ever, he was like a leech. Huffing out in frustration I took baby steps in the direction of the staircase, wine was not the thing for me, it got out of my system too quick.

But before I could ascend the steps Robert came to me, I gave him a small smile, I could still feel Xavier standing close to me but it didn't bother me as much as it used to.

"Would you like me to help you up the stairs?" Robert asked smiling, his arm extended.

Better than taking help from his son, and I won't trip, he'll take care of that.

"Thank you, Robert." I accepted his arm, turning in the staircase's direction but his stillness stopped me from going any further.

"I know this is too much to ask, but I would really, and I mean really like it if you promote me from Robert to Dad." He let out hopefully, my eyes met his blue ones, so different yet the same to Xavier's.

"Dad please don't force her into anything, I'm sure she wants to take it slow," Xavier said before I could, making Robert look at him, I was still starting and contemplating his wish, he wasn't asking too much. Of course, he never had a daughter so it was obvious he wanted someone to be and who was a more suitable candidate than his future daughter-in-law?

"I'm not forcing you, sweetie, it's up to you, it's just—it would give me tremendous happiness."

"Dad this is not the right ti—" I interrupted Xavier in between.

"Let's go, Dad," I said smiling at Robert, his eyes twinkled upon hearing me calling him dad, it was heartwarming to see someone happy because of me.

"Of course sweetie, after you." He said grinning and supported me up on the stairs, he was fit, and I meant ripped fit, I couldn't find a single white strand in his head and he seemed not a day older than forty.

"You were looking gorgeous tonight."

"You were handsome yourself, even more than Xavier," I whispered the last half but Xavier heard it.

"I'm right behind you guys."

"I taught you to take up facts like a man, why are you even getting jealous?" Dad joked making me giggle at his prominent insults to his son. He helped me to the top of the staircase, it was funny to behave like a granny with his father, when he was much older than me.

"I'll leave you two to it then, Marissa must be waiting for me." He acknowledged, nodding in his son's direction and lovingly caressing my head. It was good to feel fatherly love after so long.

"I'm going back to my room," I stated indifferently, not bothering to glance in Xavier's direction. I was just able to take two or three steps when his hand clutched my wrist. I glared at his hand before settling it on him. He had a troubled expression masked on his face, his hair was still properly set, not one strand out of its place.

"I don't think that's a good idea." His uncertain voice reached me.

"And why is that?"

"There are still people in this manor who could sell information for money, and how do you think media will react upon hearing us using separate rooms." My lips twitched in irritation, he and his reasons are really getting on my nerves, keeping my emotions in check I nodded my head in acceptance of his offer. It's not like we are going to sleep in the same room at the end of the night.

He smiled upon noticing me accepting his advice, a look of relief passed his face, gently taking my hand in his he guided me through the huge hallways of King's manor, he made sure to keep his pace slow for me, he even offered to carry me the rest of the way but I denied since I was too proud for that and I would die before letting him carry me, moreover, wine was already abandoning my system, so everything was slowly going back to normal.

We reached the master bedroom which he was using, I didn't say anything and proceeded to enter inside leaving him behind, he quietly followed me inside, closing the door behind us. The room was dimly lit with warm light. It was modernly furnished different from other rooms in this manor, it was obvious this was specially provisioned for Xavier. It had a fireplace in the corner and a king-sized bed in another corner, spacious and comfortable for the only son of the manor.

Huffing silently I picked up my dress, not minding being ladylike, and charging in the direction of the bed, climbing on it and sitting in the middle, he was still standing near the door, making myself comfortable I sensually laid on his bed, his eyes following every curve of my body deliberately. He reflexively stepped closer, not even realising he was coming closer.

"I'm uncomfortable in this dress. Would you mind tearing it up for me?" I mumbled while slowly raising from my laying position making sure to define every curve of mine, I had blessed bust thanks to my mom. He gulped down at my question, fisting his hands beside him in resistance. How interesting.

I continued my seductive walk to him, my heels clicking on the hard marble floor, his eyes were hooded with ardor and lust and he was going to snap if I continued and that's what I wanted.

"I'm not wearing anything under, just one tug and I'll be all yours, naked in front of you," I said trailing my hand near my neck, his pendant cool under my fingers, I was right in front of him by now, his hot breath fanning my face, his lustful eyes undressing me mentally, Imagining me in positions, it was too obvious, the hold I have on him now.

"Don't you want to see me under you, while you rail me to the end of the infi—" I was interrupted by his hoarse reply.

"I won't touch you without your consent." His eyes meeting mine, totally closed with sinful desires whereas mine was full of manipulation under the fake lustful gaze.

"I want you—" he didn't hear the rest of it, closing the distance between us made me jerk a little in shock at his sudden moment, looming over me, his hands were gripping the front of my dress, ready to rip the millions worth dress just like that but before he could that I completed the rest of it.

"—to unzip my dress, please." His hands stopped right where they were, on my cleavage, his eyes showing pure torment, I raised my eyebrow at him when he didn't move at all for good ten seconds, his heavy breathing fanning my forehead.

Slowly, very slowly he resisted his further actions and separated from me, leaving the beautiful dress alone, looking at me to move around and I did, I couldn't help my lips turning into a smirk as I moved around. His hesitant fingers deliberately opened my zipper all the way down, I opened the dress's inlet around my neck letting the dress slip off my body and pool at my feet.

I turned around with nothing but lacy panties on, the dress needed no bra, half-naked in front of him and confident in my skin, he didn't notice how his eyes wandered to my breasts and he involuntarily moistened his lips with his tongue but I certainly did, he gradually lifted his gaze up at my face and I boringly stared at him, he got himself together, opening his mouth to say something.

"Y-Yo—" he cleared his throat before trying again."Your clothes are in the bathroom." No doubt he ordered someone to bring something comfortable for me considering I didn't bring a single thing with me. Heck, he brought my underwear too.

"Thanks, darling," I replied smiling before swiftly entering the bathroom, posh and lavish, the huge bathtub had rose petals floating into it, I furrowed my eyes at the insignias.

"You really thought about f*cking me tonight, didn't you?" I yelled from the bathroom, not bothering to cover myself up, he entered upon hearing me yelling, having a hard time focusing on anything else when I was standing half-naked in front of him.

"This is mom's doing." He outright declined my accusation. I glared at him and he sighed before calling his mom and confirming that it was indeed her.

"See! I told you."

"Get out." I was done having his tantrums.

"Excuse me?"

"I said get out" I spotted out every phrase with disgust.

I was a little shocked when he huffed and stepped in my direction, I stepped back a little when he continued coming near me. "You know that I'll not touch you without your consent but if you carry this on, then I won't hesitate to tie you down on my bed for the rest of the night."

"You're playing with fire and you'll get simmered if you don't stop now." He continued cornering me to the bathtub, suddenly my foot slipped and my eyes widened in fear, my hands tried to grab something and he very generously encircled my waist, keeping me from falling into the bathtub.

"Stop before you hurt yourself."

"I hate you," I whispered, looking into his eyes, my naked chest touching his clothed one, adrenaline rushing through my body due to sudden fall.

"I know." He whispered back, pulling me up in a standing position and silently leaving the bathroom.

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I came out of the bathroom to see him shirtless and only in his sweatpants, rubbing his hair to dry them. I guess he freshened up somewhere else, I looked down at my silky shorts and shirt nightwear, it was really comfortable. He turned around and our eyes met.

My eyes automatically wandered down to his well defined eight packs and a hard V-line diminishing down in his sweatpants, detaching my gaze from his abdomen I focused it on his smug face.

"Put a shirt on," I ordered and he amusedly raised his eyebrow at me in mock.

"Are you uncom—" I stopped him in between.

"I hate sleeping with sweaty men." I blurted out before I could stop myself. His smugness turned into a smirk at my lame excuse.

"I just took a shower." He answered nonchalantly, intentionally flexing his muscles while drying his hair.

"Stop doing that." I hissed out irritatingly, he confusedly glanced at me.

"Doing what?"

"Don't play dumb with me, I hate it when you do it, just put a damn shirt on, you're indecent," I stated before hurrying to bed, hurling myself on it and landing in the middle, I purposely laid in the middle of the bed to avoid him from having his side.

"Baby I sleep naked, this is the most decent me you would get." He said and I ignored him, casually draping my arm over my eyes and getting into the comforter.

"Move aside." His voice reached me and I refused to acknowledge him, he sighed upon noticing my lack of response.

"I'm going to carry you there if you won't pick a side." He tried once again and I huffed before glaring at him.

"Why don't you sleep on the couch tonight?!"

He slitted his eyes at me while crossing his arms on his chest, his full height looming over my laying self. "There's plenty of space for two on this bed, and I refuse to sleep on the couch when this is my bed, my room and my manor, so either pick a side or I'll make you." He challenged me and I continued lazily gazing at him, my face carrying a 'not amused at all' expression.

"I'd like to see you try." I challenged back, he didn't know how I was champion in taking the whole bed to myself, even Noah couldn't make me lose, how will he be able to have his side?!

He slowly climbed, his one knee on the bed and another foot on the floor, his eyes holding a predatory glint, a hungry lion ready to mark his territory., the f*ck he thinks he is? I lazily readjusted my arms under my head, seeing him closing in. He suddenly lunged on me, trapping me with his hands beside my head, hovering over me with his lower body between my legs, his eyes wandering down on my face.

"Do you still want to play or would you pick a side?" He asked huskily, that was my cue, encircling his waist with my legs and using my hand to slacken his hand beside my head I bucked my hips up, using his body weight against him and tackling him on his stomach on the bed, his hand painfully twisted behind his back, he shockingly tried to raise his head to look at me but I pushed his head into the pillow with my free hand.

"Do you still want your side?" I asked mockingly, leaning near his ear to let him hear me, he mumbled incoherently something into the pillow and I smirked in return.

"That what I thought darling." Finally letting him go, and hurling back on the bed beside him, he raised his head while glaring at me, I taunted a kiss in his direction.

He sighed defeatedly, knowing he can't win against me to have his way, standing up from the bed while picking up his pillow and blanket, I silently watched him collect his things, slowly, too slowly, painfully slowly, I frowned upon noticing his pitiful face.

"Alright! No need to make that shitty face, you can have a side!" I yelled sensitively, his eyes shined seeing me conceding but his pitiful face didn't change.

"No, you can have the bed, I'll just sleep on the couch."

"Damnit, if you think I'll plead you to sleep beside me then you're an idiot!"

"Okay, if you're saying so, I'll just sleep here." He nodded his head like he was doing a huge favour to me by sleeping on the bed.

I huffed infuriatedly before trudging to my side, leaving him space to lay on, I turned on my side, keeping my back to him and lightly draping the comforter on me, I heard him sigh in relief after settling on his side. Silence enveloping both of us, nobody making any sort of sound, I shifted my posture a little while closing my eyes and counting sheep to sleep fast, I could hear him breathe and it was annoying me to the end of the world since it caused me to forget my countings in between several time but I just couldn't tell him to stop breathing.

"Can you maybe lower the sound of your breathing?" I murmured not minding to turn around to look at him.

"Sorry." His answer was quick before his breathing even out.

"Don't you think you have made a habit of apologising?" I asked amusedly turning to him, he was laying straight with his arms behind his head, at the sudden question he slightly turned his head to me.

"I certainly didn't make a habit out of it." He finished looking at me, subconsciously moistened his lips, his eyes memorizing my facial features as he kept staring at me, at one point I grew awkward and tried to say something but he beat me to it.

"I need you to move in with me." It wasn't surprising anymore to hear him suddenly going off-topic and demanding something absurd, he was doing this a lot lately, I shuffled closer to him and asked thoughtfully, no type of expression on my face, it was just out of curiosity and for preparing myself.

"Are you going to threaten me to move in with you?" I asked diverting my eyes from the blanket to him, his jaw sharp and chiselled from this angle and the fact that he was shirtless was too tempting.

"That depends on your answer." He answered smiling and I knew he would threaten me if I refused. I trudged even closer to him, his chest heaved a little from our closeness, and I cheekily replied.

"Let's make a deal."

"Deal?" He asked amusingly and I nodded my head.

"I'll move in with you if you bring me my phone right now. It's in the room I was in earlier." I finished proudly and he slitted his eyes at me playfully.

"Just like that? I bring you your phone?" He asked confusedly and I nodded again. He reached for his phone on the nightstand and declared casually.

"I'll just have one of the maids bring it."

"Your choice, but just for your information, my phone doesn't have a password and it have pictures, very naked ones too, so until you want someone to sneak inside and have a look at your pretty fiáncee, you should go and fetch it yourself," I stated casually as well.

"You're joking right?" His hand stilled on his call log as he looked at me with a stunning attitude.

"Am I?" I asked smiling.

He sprinted out of the room before I could say I wasn't, taking his phone with him in the process, I attentively listened to his footsteps fade away in the distance, I stretched my body on the high bed before swiftly climbing down of it and strolling to the door, closing and locking it for good.

It was easy to have a room for yourself in this big manor, even better if it is the second biggest master bedroom in the house after his parents.

I sauntered back to bed and crouched down beside it, searching under it, after a little while I found what I was looking for, dragging them out I stood back up with them in my hand.

My phone and spare key of Xavier's room.

Well, I had to take advantage of the perks of being the future daughter-in-law and soon to be wife. I had them placed here specifically when Xavier mentioned 'our room'. Guess it's my room now.

I grinned before hurling on the bed with my phone and scrolling through emails and messages, it was relaxing to have the whole bed to myself, and not obliged to see his shitty face, it was taking all in me to not kick him out of the room earlier.

My phone ringed with Xavier's incoming call and I received it.

"Hello?" His voice was a little stunned, he was probably not expecting someone to pick up, he was presumably trying to find my phone with the help of its ringing, bad luck for him.

"Yes, darling?"

"Shana?" He questioned confusedly.

"Enjoy sleeping there tonight baby." I retorted happily before ending the call, I knew this wasn't over till now and he would be here any time now, and sure enough, ten minutes later there were harsh knocks on my bedroom door.

"This is not funny anymore Shana!!" He yelled from outside, literally trying to break the door, good that it was his manor and not my apartment.

"Do you think you can stop me from entering?!" His voice boomed once again and I kept silent.

"Tell me, baby!! Have you ever heard of spare key?!" He asked mockingly, trying to turn the lock again and again. I was too lazy to get to the door and then yell so I called him, it was received pretty fast.

"Good luck finding it," I said, staring at the spare key between my fingers and ended the call.

Tonight I'm going to sleep alone and contently knowing I snatched his bedroom to provide myself with this wonderful sleep, I should have done this long ago, it's satisfactory to listen to a multi-billionaire sulk about being locked out of his room.

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