Chapter 15 : Xavier POV No. No , no , no ! This can't be happening ! Layla Kincaid cannot be here ! In my house , on my campus , in my head ! Storming downstairs , I bypass the kitchen , purposefully avoiding Moira . After the other day when she scolded me about how I treated Layla in front of Bianca and José , I am lost . When Dad told me about his impending marriage to Allison , I initially was numb . How could Dad move on from Mom ? Yes , they didn't have the greatest marriage , but she was the most amazing Mom . Our Sunday morning ritual of picnics in the park comes to mind . Or Monday night games night - Monopoly was mom's favorite . Or my packed lunches with little surprising inspirational notes inside . She passed away when I was 16. Is five years enough time to get over someone and move on ? I would like to think not . But it wasn't up to me . So , I cauterized the wound that is my dead mother and shut myself off emotionally from anything and everyone . The only loves of my life are football and my boys . Those two have always been constant and have gotten me through some dark times - Mom's death being the most prominent . Originally , I lugged Layla in the same basket as her mother - the gold - digging , fake - as - shit , bitch basket . Even though I didn't know a thing about her except her name , I created this image in my head of someone I wanted nothing to do with . Even gave her some devil horns for added effect . And it was easy making myself hate her , no matter how unprovoked , until that first day I saw her in the restaurant . I was standing off to the side so they wouldn't notice me at first . I planned to pick up on little things that I could use to my advantage in my quest to humiliate and break her spirit . Maybe she was self - conscious of her hair , or her body type , or maybe her bitchy personality would be enough ammunition to solidify my loathing for her . But the joke was on me . Her auburn hair was highlighted by the sun as it streamed in through the window at her back , giving the illusion of melted chocolate . Her amber eyes shone with kindness yet determination . Her smile , though small , lured you in , and made you want to be the cause of it . She carried herself with pride and self - respect , but she wasn't haughty or pretentious . I didn't like all the emotions that she was stirring up in me ; the fact that we hadn't even spoken made it worse . I didn't want to acknowledge the dip in my stomach when she pulled her hair into a loose ponytail - showcasing that long , luscious neck . A neck I wanted to lick , suck and nibble on . I didn't want to give way to my rising lust when I saw her shift and her ample cleavage became more prominent - what I wouldn't give to feel her abundant breasts in my hands , confident that they would be more than a handful . - 1/3 Chapter 15 : Xavier POV So , I defaulted to my most recent personality - a raging asshole . Storming over to their table , I spewed rude comments at them in hopes of unsettling her , but like the pure soul that she is , she didn't take the bait and her coming to the waitress's defense showed me she would fight for injustice against anyone , even if it was at my expense . The final nail in my proverbial coffin was when I pinned her to her car for the first time . Her decadent smell of strawberries , honey and something distinctly her , almost brought me to my knees . I'm glad she didn't notice me taking a subtle whiff of her scent at the back of her neck - she would have most likely kneed me in the balls for being a weirdo . I covered her mouth to prevent her from speaking . Not because I was scared she might get us in trouble with her screaming , but because I knew if I heard the melody that was her voice , I would claim her for myself . I find myself sitting in my electric blue Dodge Charger that's parked in the driveway of the mansion , not completely sure how I got here . This is what she does to me . She consumes me my thoughts , my dreams my actions aren't mine anymore . That day in the kitchen when Moira told me off like an errant schoolboy , I was so ashamed of myself . Moira has always been part of our family in one capacity or another . She was my nanny when I was a young boy , our housekeeper during my teenage years , and after mom's passing , Moira became like a surrogate mother to me . I adore and respect her . She taught me better manners than to call women ugly names , degrading them , and disrespecting them . So , to be told by one of the people that I trust implicitly , that the girl I despise is not who or what I made myself believe , threw me for a loop . Her reaction to me outside by her car after the kitchen debacle also infuriated but intrigued me . - At the risk of sounding like a complete dumbass , I know I'm a catch . Women have always loved me . I'm not naïve enough to believe it is because of my sparkling personality but I've never lacked female attention . My looks , money , and sexual prowess have made sure I don't have to look far for a night of release . Because that was what it always was . One night . No double - dipping . No complications . No drama . I made that abundantly clear before I took a girl to bed . Most of them had no problem with our arrangement , but like all things in life , now and then you found someone who had to try their luck . Thinking they could change me , or that they might be the one that I'd change my rules for . Getting rid of those was a little bit trickier , but doable . Until her . She pushes every button I have with case but is not affected by me in the slightest , I want to strangle her one moment but a few seconds later I want to lose myself in her body . The fact that Moira confirmed what I already suspected that Layla is a pure soul , is kindhearted , friendly , helpful , and all the adjectives encompassing an earthly angel irritates me immensely . Because now she can't be the villain I made her out to be . She can't be the whore that will parade around my house with a 2/3 Chapter 15 : Xavier POV new guy every few days . And she can't be the money - hungry slut that will have my dad buying her the latest AMG or designer outfits . I need to get my head in the game . I need to distance myself from Layla Kincaid . No matter how plump her lower lip is , ready for me to sink my teeth in . Or , how I want to get lost in her unusual eyes while lying next to her on a picnic blanket . Or , how I want to wake up to her in my bed in the morning , wrapped around her delicious curves . I. Can't . Have . Her . POST COMMENT Chapter Comments Helen McRae oooh I'm thinking Cade , Hunter and Xavier are the best mates that just moved in together ! and they all like her ! View 1 Comment > 10 < SHARE