Chapter 8: Drunken Mistake
Alessia sat with her leg elegantly crossed on a plush brown couch in the living room of the suite.
The 5-star suite exuded luxury with its plush velvet furnishings, gleaming marble floors, and panoramic views of the city skyline. Soft ambient lighting and tasteful artwork adorned the spacious living area.
In the suite, Xavier entered and immediately swapped his shoes for clean slippers and set his hair with his hand before approaching her where she sat.
"Have you had dinner?"
"Yes, thank you."
"What should I offer you then?"
"Alcohol," she replied, looking straight into his eyes.
He nodded before turning, loosening his tie as he walked to the wine shelf.
He poured out a glass for her.
"Cheers," she said without waiting for him to pour his glass. She took a sip, the bubble tickling her nose.
Xavier took a seat across from her, his eyes never leaving hers. She didn't seem to recognize him, yet again.
"You are sad."
"I am."
"Fair enough, it's been a rough week."
Her eyes narrowed slightly. "And what exactly do you know about what I've been through?"
He leaned back, his gaze unwavering. "Not much. You're here now, though. That says something."
There was a moment of silence between them though it wasn't awkward. They had talked about random things for about thirty minutes now. Swirling the wine in her glass, she spoke in a whisper.
"Do you pity me?" She looked up, meeting his gaze. There was no pity in his eyes, only sincerity. Men don't bring women to their 5-star suite just to sip wine and talk about their week, she reasoned. 'Does he find me unattractive?'
Little did she know that he wasn't just any man, and she wasn't just any woman to him.
"No." He answered.
"Then why are you so kind?"
He shrugged. "Maybe because I see someone who's stronger than she realizes."
Though she rolled her eyes, her heart skipped a beat at his words. She didn't want to be vulnerable, didn't want to let her guard down but something about Xavier made her want to believe him.
She downed her glass, then another shot, and another shot, while he just watched her.
Xavier frowned at the now drunk woman in front of him.
"You really meant it when you said you don't fear me," he mocked.
"Come here." She slurred.
He pointed his slender finger at himself with his eyebrow raised.
"There's no one else in the room, big boy." She purred as she sashayed towards him.
She crashed on his lap, with her legs widened to trap him in a straddle. Her eyes now bore into his dark reddish brown eyes.
"Well, I should apologize to your boyfriend for whatever I'll do to you tonight," she slurred as she took the third bottle of expensive alcohol. Despite her outspokenness, her eyes still remained sad.
"I'm not gay."
"That's the only tangible reason we've been here for an hour now, just talking! Or is it because I'm unattractive?" she said, blinking her now drowsy eyes.
Xavier's self control snapped at that. He held her neck and pulled her in for an intense kiss.
His tongue was intertwined with hers in a fight that made Alessia's sex throb.
She whimpered as she squirmed her ass against his hardness. With that, he spanked her ass twice and she moaned loudly in his mouth. He grunted, his voice filled with raw need as he delve his tongue even deeper.
Alessia finally broke the kiss trying to catch her breath.
"God, I want to choke you with my cock right now"
That was the most innocent kiss Xavier had ever shared with a woman, but for Alessia, that was her most passionate kiss.
'If I continue, I might hurt her, I can't hurt her again' this was the logic sounding in his mind like a bell, but his lustful desire and greed has already taken over.
Xavier grabbed her again, biting on her taped nipple, his hand roaming freely behind while she undid his button. Her hand caressed He took in her scent hungrily, like it was an antidote to his lifelong illness.
Just as he was about to untie the knot behind her neck, Alessia leaned backwards to look at him but suddenly distorted her face as she covered her mouth with her hand.
"Don't you dare," he growled, but it was too late.
She buried her head into his chest and let it all out on his chest.
After she was done, she then took his loose tie to wipe her mouth.
Xavier stood up mechanically, dropping her on the ground unceremoniously. He tried to walk towards the bathroom but was hindered by her. The drunk koala of a woman had climbed his back.
"Why so broad? Do you live at the gym?" she exclaimed animatedly.
"Get down."
Bringing her lips close to his ears, she whispered, "Make me," before biting on his ear before cackling like a crazy woman.
He grunted as he tried to peel her off him.
"The wine was delightful, more than all the pleasure I've had in all my years of existence."
"Get off now or I'll drop you."
"Let's go together, I want to see your ripped body in 3D, uncovered," she gnarled.
All the time, Xavier was calm, unlike his grim self.
Dropping her quickly, he went into the bathroom and swiftly locked the door behind him. He quickly took off his own clothes like they were on fire and took a cold shower.
"You'll regret this, Alessia," he groaned to himself.
By the time he was done, the little criminal was now asleep.
There, she was sprawled across the plush white rug. The moonlight from the window casted an ethereal glow on her face.
He leaned forward, the mask of kindness falling off, replaced by a look of forlornness and sadness.
"Alessia," he called out, his voice tender, caressing her face as he gave a wistful smile. "I could trade all I have to just be with you like this, Alessia."
"Hey! How do you know my name?" the woman in his arms said seriously, her eyes suddenly snapping open.
CREATORS' THOUGHTS 
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dvorah_o In case you're confused, Xavier is Giovanni without the mask. Though they're all the same person, they have different behaviours, likes, and interests.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone