Fiancée
Deyna remembered Xavier was located at the east side of the lake. But just before she could reach her destination, a sleek black car skidded in front of her, blocking her path. The doors opened, and a group of men dressed in black, faces hidden behind dark masks, stepped out.
She rolled her eyes. "Ugh, tonight is going to be long," she muttered. "Can't you see I'm going to meet my fiancé?"
They didn't speak. One of them grabbed her hair roughly, yanking her backward.
That was their first mistake.
Deyna's patience snapped. She reached into her car and grabbed the latest model of gun she'd been gifted. Slipping on her black leather jacket, matching pants, heavy boots, and a black mask to cover her identity, she stepped out, her eyes blazing with fury.
Without hesitation, she opened fire.
The night echoed with the sound of bullets, screams, and bodies hitting the ground. One by one, they dropped. Efficient. Precise.
When only the leader was left, trembling and cornered, she raised her phone and called him directly.
Her tone was calm, almost too calm. "I was about to meet my fiancé, and that made some sense to me. But your boys blocked my way and wasted three fucking hours of my time."
The man was breathing heavily, eyes wild.
"You made my mood sore," she added coldly. "So, what do you suggest, Black Panther Group leader?"
"I.....I can show you who wanted you dead! Just re....release me, and I'll tell you!" he blurted, desperation clinging to his voice.
Deyna tilted her head, amused. "Oh? I didn't know someone on death's doorstep could still negotiate. But don't worry I already know who sent you."
She raised her gun.
Bang.
The shot echoed through the night, and the leader dropped, lifeless.
She stepped over his body, unfazed, glancing at her blood-splattered outfit. "My work is done here," she muttered. "But I can't go to Xavier's house looking like this. I'll make some sense to him tomorrow."
She slid back into her car, dark eyes glowing beneath her mask, the engine purring like a beast hungry for more.
Deyna drove straight home, casually tossed her blood-stained jacket in the laundry basket, ate a light dinner, and dropped onto her bed. She didn't bother setting an alarm. Her body was already wired for what was coming.
The next morning, sun rays gently kissed her cheeks, stirring her from sleep. She blinked at the soft light, then turned to check the time 5:30 AM.
Perfect.
Deyna rolled out of bed and took a long, steamy shower, letting the water wash away yesterday's blood and tension. Her mind was sharp, focused.
"Xavier... you're dead in my hands today."
She smirked to herself.
Today, she didn't bother with her usual business-casual style. Instead, she slipped into a black, close-fitting knit top, long black pants, and a matching black overcoat that hugged her figure. Her hair was tied into a sleek banister bun, exposing her long, milk-fair neck a quiet weapon of confidence and allure.
She grabbed her keys, headed to her car, and drove to the company in silence. By the time she stepped into the elevator, the building was still asleep.
She entered her own office, dropped her backpack onto her desk, then stepped out and made her way to his.
With the calm of a queen on a chessboard, she walked into Xavier's office, sat on his leather swivel chair, and turned it away from the door. She crossed her legs and rested her arms on the sides, observing the morning cityscape through the wide glass window.
"You can see everything from here…" she mused silently, lips curled slightly.
A moment later, the soft click of the office door pulled her from her thoughts.
She didn't turn.
Xavier entered and stopped short when he saw his chair turned away. His instincts prickled. He always turned it to face the window but always turned it back when leaving. Something was off.
"What if someone snuck in? An enemy?"
His hand subtly slid to the gun beneath his coat.
Then he saw a pair of hands casually resting on the chair's arms.
Without thinking, he raised the weapon and inched closer, each step calculated and silent.
In one swift motion, he spun the chair around.
And froze.
Deyna.
Her calm eyes stared back at him with mild amusement, but the cold metal barrel of the gun was now pressed directly against her forehead.
Silence stretched.
Xavier's breath hitched.
Deyna arched a brow, lips twitching into a sharp smile. "Good morning to you too, fiancé."
"I didn't know my fiancé liked to pull guns on people so easily," Deyna said with a teasing smirk, her voice laced with playful venom.
Xavier's eyes widened slightly. She knows?
When did she find out?
"Don't tell me you planned to play with me for a long time before telling me the fucking truth," Deyna added, her tone sharpening as she crossed her arms.
Xavier cleared his throat and lowered the gun slowly. "That's not it," he said gently. "I wanted you to find out on your own."
"What a caring husband you are," she scoffed cutely, rolling her eyes but still smiling.
Without warning, she grabbed his arm and tugged him down into the nearest chair, then promptly sat on his lap. Her presence was warm, intoxicating.
"You're such a naughty husband," she whispered near his ear, her breath brushing his skin, "who loves playing with his wife's feelings... right?"
That was all it took to awaken Xavier's possessive side. His arms snaked around her waist as he pulled her even closer, lips brushing against her temple.
"Yes," he murmured, "I do like playing with my wife."
"Well then," Deyna huffed lightly, placing her palms against his chest, "it's time to start work. Let go."
"No," Xavier replied smoothly. "I'd rather have my wife on my lap while I work. It's motivating."
"No, no, no. What if someone walks in?" she protested, feigning seriousness.
Xavier's gaze darkened playfully. "No one comes in here without my permission. And today, no one has permission."
Deyna's eyes gleamed mischievously. "Okay, but don't blame me if you get... provoked."
He chuckled, low and confident. "You think you can provoke me that easily?"
"Oh, we'll see about that, Mr. Xavier Draven," Deyna said sweetly, a wicked smirk playing on her lips. "Don't blame me then."
Deyna could feel the heat between them, radiating like a wildfire, threatening to consume her. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against his neck, and she couldn't help but press a soft kiss there, feeling his muscles tense beneath her.
Xavier's hand found its way to her waist, his grip tightening as she gently rocked against him. The movement was slow, deliberate teasing, but full of unspoken promises. Her breath caught again as the sensations surged through her, her body becoming more aware of every inch of him, the heat building, pooling between them.
With a soft sigh, she trailed her fingers along his chest, lightly brushing against the fabric of his shirt. Her fingertips teased, tracing his skin through the material, and she could feel his body reacting, muscles shifting under her touch.
He let out a quiet growl, his hand tightening on her waist, but she only smirked, continuing the slow rhythm of her movements. The air was thick with anticipation, and every breath, every motion between them only seemed to heighten the tension.
Deyna's breath grew quicker, the steady pulse of desire beating in time with the rhythm of her movements. She felt the heat of Xavier's body beneath her, his chest rising and falling with every controlled breath. Her lips lingered on his neck, each kiss deeper, more intentional than the last, her hands exploring his broad shoulders, memorizing the way his skin reacted to her touch.
Her grinding slowed, not out of hesitation but in perfect synchronicity with the electric tension building between them. She pulled back just slightly to meet his gaze, eyes dark with intensity, her lips parting as she traced the outline of his jaw with her fingertips. Xavier's grip on her tightened, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her ear.
"You're driving me crazy," he muttered, his voice hoarse, thick with need.
Deyna smirked against his skin, her nails teasing the fabric of his shirt, flicking lightly against his chest. Her breathy moans escaped her as she leaned forward, trailing kisses lower, down the column of his neck to his collarbone. The air around them felt heavy, charged, each second stretching as if the world had narrowed to this single, electrifying moment.
Xavier's hands roamed up her back, fingers pressing against her skin, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touched. His grip shifted, pulling her closer, urging her to meet the deep, unspoken need they both shared. She could feel the heat between them, the friction, the raw connection that blurred the lines between passion and restraint.
"You make it impossible to think straight," Xavier rasped, his voice laced with hunger.
Deyna's lips curled into a teasing smile, her hips swaying gently against him. She whispered against his skin, her voice low and full of challenge, "I thought you liked it that way."
Before things could escalate, Deyna stopped and Xavier growled in pure torture.
They both took a moment to compose themselves.