(Some mature content)

Harley's POV

My eyes fell onto the bed. Xander sat on the end of it; his broad bare shoulders were hunched over, his elbows rested on his thighs, and his hands were out like he was holding his head just a second ago. Peaking up from his hands, he looked up at me. His perfectly sculpted bare upper half was visible now. His eyes raised to my face, looking over my hard features. His eyes wandered over me over and over like he was seeing me for the first time. It felt like hours had passed since I slammed open the door. Seeing his untarnished, striking face only made me more agitated.

"Harley." He breathed out softly.

"Nice to see you too," I grunted.

His eyes dropped down to my body, glancing over me slowly. Normally that would be enough to turn my cheeks red as a lobster, but not now.

"Why are you wet?" He asked, standing up from the bed walking towards me. My eyes dropped down to his below his waist for a second. Damn, why'd he have to be half-naked right now? His tight, overly expensive white boxers stuck to his fleshy thighs. His shockingly sizable package pressed against the thin fabric. He took steps towards me, but with every step he made, I backed up."Is something wrong?" His brows knit together in confusion, and he halted all movements. "Are you hurt? Did someone upset you?" He asked. My eyes narrowed in on his face. Oh my god, he had no clue why I was upset. He is genuinely confused.

"Are you joking?" I chuckled humorlessly; this time, I made a move towards him. "Did someone upset me?" I stalked closer to him, never taking my eyes off his green orbs.

"Harley, what's your problem?" He sighed and running a hand through his now messy black hair. My heart slammed against my chest as I listened to his words and watched his nonchalant body language. I don't know what was more upsetting, him not speaking to me for almost a week or him not noticing why I'm upset. But yet again, why should he care? Why should he notice? The adrenaline in my veins pumped harder and faster. Tonight might be the night I die.

"You're my problem, Xander," I said, shaking my head softly. "You're my fucking problem!" I spat, closing the distance between us. "Why didn't you call?" I asked, looking up at him. I crossed my arms over my chest roughly and pressed myself against him. "Why didn't you text?" I asked again. "You could've left a goddamn message, for god's sake!" I yelled. All those emotions I've been holding in so dearly the last month were spilling out, and it was too late to stop the outpour. "Then you get here, and you don't even say a word to me?" I said more as a statement than a question. With me still looking up at him, he stared down at me just as intensely. His sculpted jaw flexed over and over.

"I'm not talking to you when you're acting irrationally like this-" I cut him off before he could finish.

"Irrational?" I spat. My body was sweating all over now. "Fuck you!" I screamed, pushing his body away from me roughly. Of course, it was to no avail since he was huge, but that gave me even more reason to use all my strength. "Fuck you, Xander! I didn't know being irrational was worrying about someone!" I continued. "Was it too much to let me know you weren't fucking dead!" My throat burned. "I asked for a phone call! Not the fucking world!!"I cried out. Still, his face remained emotionless. "Sorry for caring! Sorry for worrying!! Sorry for wishing you would come back!" I proclaimed. "Sorry for it all! That's my fucking bad. I should've known better since it was you." I didn't notice, but tears were streaming down my hot face. Beads of sweat formed at my hairline. "I should've known better than to expect anything from you" I looked away from his face. "That kiss was to shut me up and nothing more. Yet I let myself believe that-" before I could finish, his roughly callused hands grabbed my face and crashed his lips into mine. It was only for a couple of seconds before he pulled away but still held on to my face harshly. His body pressed against mine, and his forehead leaning on mine. So close.

"Why-why would you do that?" I spat, trying to gain my composure. Again, he was kissing me to try and shut me up, just like before. It wasn't going to work this time. He said nothing in response, so I continued. "You always do stuff like this. One second you're hot, then you're cold, and I'm always trying to figure you out, but I can't!" I huffed, pushing away from him. My head was going a million miles an hour. He watched my face intensively as my chest heaved up and down. I was out of breath, but he didn't look phased. He was calm and tranquil. Not a hint of shock on his face. He looked angry but desperate.

"Don't try, Harley." He sighed. "It's easier for the both of us," he said, looking away from me for a second. The veins in his arm bulged out. His fist clenched tightly. He wasn't happy at all, but I didn't care, nor was I scared. He gets to be angry all the time while I just have to sit and take whatever shit he throws at me.

"Why? Why is it, you never tell me the things I want to know? You talk in riddles; then I'm forced to decipher things myself!" I snapped and walked in front of him, so he was forced to look me in my eyes. "This is the type of stuff that makes me think you don't care for me nearly as much as I care for you, and that's scary, Xander! I feel like I'm going crazy!" I've never been this angry, and I partially thought I was crazy, but this whole situation was crazy. I basically admitted to having feelings for my boss. Nothing would make it okay.

Suddenly in one swift movement, he marched up to me, wrapped his hot veiny fingers around the base of my neck, and pushed his face so close to mine our noses brushed against each other, and our breaths danced on one another's face. I shuddered.

"I care!" He spat out like venom. I tensed immediately. His eyes were filled with fire. "That's the fucking problem! I care so fucking much about you, Harley!" He thundered. "Your presence is agonizing to me! You've consumed my entire life, Whether I wanted it or not!" Hot tears rolled down my cheek. I didn't know what I was crying about, but I didn't attempt to wipe the wetness away or move at all. "You are the first thing I think about when I wake up! The last thing I think about when I go to sleep! The first person I consider when doing anything! The only person I think about all day!" A small sob broke thru my lips. His eyes softened a little for a moment, and he dropped his hand at the same time but didn't move away. I shut my eyes and allowed all the tears in my eyes to drain onto my flaming cheeks. This was all too much for me to handle. No one has ever said such words to me before. I've never had to process so much emotion. My life was always boring and lackluster before I came here. I only had my family and Avery.

"How do you expect me to believe that." I let out shakingly. "You say shit-" I began again but was quickly cut off.

"I love you." He proclaimed clearly.

"W-what." My eyes widened. I'm sure they were as big as a saucer right now. Was he crazy? I mean, he is crazy but is he clinically insane? "Don't say shit like that, Xander. It's not funny." My chest began growing tighter and tighter. His face was showed no sign of amusement. "X-Xander?" I stuttered in disbelief. He loved me? My heart clenched in my chest as I searched his face for any sort of playfulness.

"It's time to start believing me" he paused and took a hard breath. "-because I. love. you." He repeated syllable by syllable, showing he was earnest. My breathing quicken as my throat felt like it was closing up. He loved me. It wasn't a question. Every hair on my body stood up; goosebumps spread against my skin. A warm buzz swirled in my stomach as I looked into his eyes. "No more fighting." He twisted his face in discomfort. "I didn't mean to upset you. I never meant to hurt you at all. I wasn't thinking straight. I should've called. I should've explained myself." He wrapped his rugged hands around my face. "Forgive me, muneca."

Like a firework combusted in my body, all my nerves exploded with excitement. Not knowing what to say, for once, I wrapped my arms around his neck quickly and reached on the tip of my toes, then crushed my lips onto his. It took less than a second for him to respond. Soon, his lips covered mine as he aggressively let out a noise of approval. It was official, I had gone mad, but I'm convinced I turned mad the second I saw Xander. All the passion I felt towards him translated into my movements. He pried my lips open to dive in deeper, and I didn't stop him. Both his arms wrapped around my backside to my ass, where he lifted me on his waist effortlessly. Surprised by the action but not breaking the kiss, I slowly moved my head to the side and pressed him closer to me. My alert breast flattened against his chest. Possessively his hands moved against my butt, massaging me gently. It's felt so strangely normal to be touched by him. My clothes and hair were wet from the rain still, but he didn't seem to mind. A deep growl left his mouth, making me unintentionally smile against his lips. The way his tongue moved sent my body in a frenzy. My fingers slipped into his soft hair, running through the thick strands softly. I loved the way he felt against me and the way he smelt. I loved his stubble and his rough hands. His voice and his grunts collapsed against my wet skin. I've never touched him like this or been this close to him. I thought it would feel strange and foreign, but it doesn't. He touches me like my body was always his to touch, and my hands feel luxurious, gliding over his bare inked skin.

His lips left mine and traveled down to my jaw. My head automatically arched back for him. Gosh, I've never felt something so good before. His hot mouth slid across my skin expertly. A small whimper left my lips when his tongue grazed over my neck. I'd never felt something so addictive before. I didn't want him to stop even for a second. However, Should we stop? Did he expect us to...?

"X-Xander," I said, completely out of breath.

"Yeah, baby." He said between kissing and nibbling on my neck. He shifted to down to collarbone, but with my thick hoodie in the way, he huffed in annoyance. Without so much as a warning, he tightened his hold on me and, within a few steps, laid me down on his bed. My pupils expanded three sizes as he effortlessly placed me on the bed and began removing my hoodie. His hands brought it up and over my head, leaving me in nothing but a thin tank top. I didn't put a bra on since I practically stayed in bed all day.

His eyes wandered over my body for longer than a moment. He hovered over me, kneeling between my legs, and peered down at me like he was looking at his dinner plate. Now feeling a little shy, I folded my arms over my chest and looked away from him.

A small chuckle left his lips before he lowered himself closer to me and turned my head softly, forcing me to look at him. "Your beautiful, muneca." He looked down at my swollen lips then back to me. "Don't ever doubt it." He said, then took my lips in his once again. Like my body was used to it now, I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer to me. However, it was only briefly before his lips left mine and attached themselves to my skin again. His body was amazing, but anyone with eyes could see that. I bit down on my lips as my hands massaged through his hair. Inch by inch, he moved further down. Unexpectedly my hips lifted to him when his tongue grazed the top of my breast. Softly he moved the strap of the tank top, so it slid down my arm, and he did the same with the other. My boobs were big, close to a DD. I think it made my body look odd, but Avery always told me they were one of my greatest assets. As if what he was doing wasn't enough to drive me insane. I felt his hand trail from my waist to my hips, down to my thigh. All his attention was on me; each naughty movement was confident. Everything felt planned liked he'd played this scene in his head before and was just executing the plan.

Suddenly, I felt his fingers graze over my thin spandex shorts, right over my throbbing parts. The shorts were so thin I felt everything, no matter how small the movement. My mind was running on overdrive.

"Woww." I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from making any noises. "X-xa-" I began but was cut off by a loud, high-pitched voice.

"Harley! It's Brooke! We're getting the movie ready if you're coming!" A yell came from the door. The screeching voice at the door made my eyes fly open and sit up.

I had completely forgotten about the movie night with everything going on. Tonight I was supposed to make amends with Tessa. I couldn't miss it. Xander's hands tightened around my waist catching my attention. I looked to him and my mouth tweaked into a small smilie when I saw his reaction to Brooke's screeching. He looked up at me with that--don't you dare--type of look. But when I didn't answer, she hollered again.

"Harley!! Come on! Rachel made margaritas!" She screamed.

"No," Xander warned. With my eyes still on him, I opened my mouth to speak.

"Harley!" Brooke screamed one last time before Xander interrupted.

"She can hear you! She's busy! She'll come later!" He almost growled towards the door. I narrowed my eyes at him and scoffed. Shaking my head, I put the straps of my tank top back on and sat up. Unfamiliar with the swollen throbbing in my pants I waddled over to the ground.

"I'm coming. Brooke! I'll meet you in the room!" I yelled back to her and stepped down from the bed. A small okay came back just as I moved towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Xander asked, following after me.

"T-to watch the movie. I already promised I'd go. It's going to be a marathon." I said.

"I'd rather you not." He said. "We were having fun." I looked at him in amusement.

"I'll come back when the first movie is done," I said.

"I also have to talk to you about something." He said back to his serious emotionless self. I couldn't handle another conversation with him right now.

"We can talk then," I said. He didn't answer but only looking down at me with his bulging arms crossed over his chest. He must've felt every single needle go into his arm when he got all of his tattoos. His arms were too veiny and firm.

"Okay." He said after a couple of beats of silence. Then he abruptly walked over to his closet and came back with a big black shirt in his hand. My eyes danced against his insane body as he walked towards me. Those briefs weren't doing him any favors. A small snicker left my mouth when I noticed how "firm" his package was now. Without a word, he pulled the shirt over me. "-don't want you getting sick," He said softly.

"Thank you," I said, my cheeks now perfectly blushed.

"Yeah." He said, snaking his arm around my waist and pecking my lips aggressively. I don't think I'll ever get used to that. "I'll be in my office. Come find me after." He said.

Nodding curtly, I moved to the door bashfully and exited out of it, making sure to close it behind me. Like I couldn't believe what happened, I blew out a long breath I didn't know I was holding. I was in disbelief but a blissful form of disbelief. He loved me! He actually loved me! How'd I managed to make a guy like him fall in love with little ole me?

With an extra pep in my step, I walked into the room I once occupied. Rachel and Brooke were laid back on the bed, stuffing fistfuls of popcorn in their mouths.

"Finally, you stopped fucking." Brooke said. "We had to start the movie without you." She said. They were at the part when Anastasia was interviewing Christian Grey.

"No one was f-freaking." I waved her off and walked towards the bed.

"Sure." Rachel said in a sing-songy manner. "Just make sure you use protection. I'm not taking care of no baby." She said.

"Hey, little bit. Can I wear these socks? They look scrumptious." Brooke said, holding up a pair of bright blue knitted socks. My eyes widened, and a smile spread on my face. I forgot to give these to Xander earlier. I finished knitting him his very own very blue pair of socks. I started knitting them way back when he asked me to make him something but with everything going on, it took me a while to finish them.

"Sorry, cherrypus. Those are for the boss." I said. "but I swear I'll make you your own pair." I said, taking them from her.

"Deal." She nodded then turned back to the TV.

I sifted through the pair, making sure each stitch was perfect. I straightened them out with my hand before laying them on top of one another. "I'm just going to go give these to him now." I announced to the girls. "be right back." I said.

"Sure, hurry back," Rachel called after me, but I was already out the door. Closing the door behind me, I began walking towards the office, but I barely manage a step before a voice stopped me.

"Where are you going? I thought it was movie night?" I turned my body to face the noise.

"H-hey Tessa. I didn't know you were here." I said, looking at her. Her neat brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun, and she had on a zipped hoodie and short shorts. As pretty as she was, she looked at me up and down with a small snare on her lips and disgust in her eyes.

"You invited me, right?" She asked with a fake smile now laminated on her face.

"Y-yeah. I didn't think you'd actually come." I said, surprised. "I'm glad you did," I said softly. She didn't seem impressed. Her eyes fell once again to my mouth, then to my neck and my lower half.

"Well, let's go in. I'm sure Brooke and Rachel already started the movie." She suddenly chuckled humorlessly. Although her lips were smiling and her voice was pleasant, her eyes still looked deadly, almost lethal. I could see right through to her nasty soul.

"You go ahead." I motioned to her.

"I have to give something to the boss," I said, not smiling anymore. I was just dying to run away before she decided to choke me. So I took a couple of steps back before turning around towards the office.

"You ever get tired?" She asked, suddenly making me freeze.

"T-tired of what?" I asked.

"Being used as a sex doll," she said cocking her head to the side and furrowing her brows like she was genuinely curious.

"W-what?"' I asked.

"The boss gets his fix, then tosses you to the side like the worthless slut you are." She shrugs. "I was just wondering if you ever get tired of getting used."

"I-I'm not having this conversation with you, Tessa." I scoffed in disbelief. "Think whatever you want," I said, waving her off and turning my heels around to walk away. I can't believe I actually thought she wanted to hang out with me and talk like a normal human. It didn't matter. Nothing she says will change the fact that's she's wrong about me and the way Xander feels about me.

"I wonder what Avery would think if she found out her whoreish best friend was fucking her dad's business partner." She cackled loudly. "Especially, since she was the one who was supposed to be here, not you."

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