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-Pack Your Things-

Xander's POV

Two days have gone by, and I can't help but feel it should have gone slower. I didn't plan to stay this long rather somehow I ended up doing just that, thus I've missed them.

"Stop crying ma," I say to Theresa, her head buried in my chest and my arms around her back as she wets my black cotton vest.

"I can't help it," she sniffs, clutching my cloth tight which prompts me to let out a smile at her open display of affection.

"It's okay Tessa," Dad consoles and aims to untangle her fingers from my vest. His eyes are glassy with remorse and a crisp blue button-up shirt rumpled as he struggles to get his wife to let go of me. "Can I hug my son now?"

"I'll miss you ma Theresa," I smile reassuringly, peering at her structure clad in a yellow print skirt sprinkled with black polka dots and a sleeveless black blouse as she finally releases me. "I promise to call too."

"Calling alone doesn't do it boy," Dad grunts, stepping in front of me in brown slacks as Theresa gives us a bit of space. "You should visit more often."

"I'll try to from now on," I assure, clapping his back as he does exactly to mine.

"Drive safe," Dad tells as we disengage our embrace.

"You and Charles be good okay?" Theresa says in more of a question, pulling me in to bestow a kiss on my cheek. "Also tell him I'm mad at him for not coming over since that day."

"I've told you this ma, he's busy as fvck," I sigh, tired of explaining this every two hours. "He's my manager for goodness sake, so the fact I'm spending time with you means he's got a lot of work on his hands. Someone has to keep things going while I'm off and that's him."

"Tomato, tomatoe," she scoffs and leans into Dad as I snatch up my overnight bag. "Just convey my message to him."

"I will," I nod, and turn my back to descend from the patio. "See you soon."

"Love you," Theresa calls and I heed her voice break, rather I don't do a U-turn and instead continue my walk to the car in fitting jeans and Adidas slides. I unlock the vehicle and yank the door open, start the ignition, and shut the door to see them waving at me through the side mirror.

I grin, and wave back, swerving to position the car in the direction of the town and begin my drive to the airport. It takes a while but I make it just in time with minutes to spare before my flight takes off.

I'm easily cleared through the protocols and security, partly because I've got all my documents and visa intact and partly because I'm a celebrity. If you are wondering how I didn't get bombarded by paparazzi and a few fans, the answer is a mustache, sunglasses, and a baseball hat.

"You made it," Charles announces when we meet at the departure. His appearance looks composed, contrary to the hangover disheveled state of last time as he's dressed in a jean jacket with a grey tank top underneath and matching jeans and grey Nike sneakers.

"Was I not supposed to?" I quiz, trudging aside him.

"Maybe," he shrugs. "I thought Theresa might hold you back."

"She wanted to," I chuckle, scratching the back of my head. "Speaking of, she told me to let you know of how great her anger is towards you for going MIA.

"Damn it," he mutters. "Did you explain things to her?"

"Sure I did, but you know how hard it is to get through to that woman when her mind is set," I explain.

"Hence we are on the topic of women," he utters, pausing in his stride. "How do you feel about going back to Layla?"

"Bro," I place my hand on his shoulder as the call for our flight is announced. "The only thing I want to feel right now is her pussy wrapping around my dick."

"Is the sex that good?" He lifts a brow.

"I don't think so man," I shake my head. "But pussy is pussy right?"

This makes Charles visibly cringe and I release a laugh at his expression. "You make it sound so ugly that way."

"Truth be told, she seems to be in love with me," I confess, rubbing my jaw. "I guess that's enough."

"Bro," he says, mimicking my gesture, and I restrain myself from laughing. "I don't think Layla loves you."

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Charles and I ride in my Ferrari a few minutes after arriving in Boonville. The car in between two others as my men ride the Bentley before me and the Bugatti behind.

I have no inkling how the press got a hold of the news that I'll be arriving at California airport today so it was a bit of a hassle to get through. Luckily, Reed, Billy, Ryan, and Tony were already present to help us shuffle through the chaos.

Charles agreed to drive which I'm happy for as my mind wanders off to the deal with Azazel and what Charles said about Layla not loving me. I know there's a possibility of her simply pretending to care because of my money and fame hence I've taken note of her behavior since our first date.

She always has these weird slip-offs from time to time. Though she covers it up quickly, I don't miss it, and this gives me food for thought. To be frank, I have no feelings for her whatsoever, heck, I'm certain I have more emotions towards Helena than Layla thus my mind is always occupied with thoughts of her.

I really hope my instincts are wrong and that Charles's words are false because I'll want her to love me as it will help break up the pact with Azazel sooner than expected.

"Why is there a strange car here?" Charles inquires dragging me out of my thoughts. I catch his words and look around to see we are driving into the compound, a black Ford parked in front of the building.

"I have no idea," I respond, coming out of the vehicle as he switches off the engine. I stride towards the others and see them shifting their gazes from the car to the building. "Have any idea who it is?"

"No Xander," Ryan declines. "Miss Layla was the only one home when we left to come to pick you.

"Why didn't any of you stay back?" I inquire coming to terms that this might be a burglar and Layla might not be safe. "What if that's the car of a psycho?"

"What's going on?" Charles joins me to ask. "Who is that?"

"We don't know," Reed answers and retrieves a pistol from his back pocket and strolling forward. "I'm gonna take a look."

"We'll all go together," I speak up, a no-nonsense expression on my face and they nod, Ryan and Billy, handing Charles and me similar guns.

By Reed's nod of affirmation, we trudge behind him carefully not to make a sound and alert the intruder. Reed slowly pushes the front door open and we continue our movement inwards. Tony stands outside, ready for any sign of escape.

In the hallway, we hear weird noises and I could sense my throat go dry. I whirl to my right, Charles and I share a look, recognition dawning on me as the volume gets higher the more steps we cover towards it.

"Um, we'll take it from here," Charles voices, stopping everyone. Billy and the other two stare at him in confusion. "There's no cause for alarm. We now know who the owner of the car is."

As they exchange words, I go on in my strides and stride into the living room. Betrayal runs cold through my veins together with hatred as I catch Layla naked atop a random dude. The sound of skin slapping on skin and the smell of sweat filling the environment.

"Layla," I blurt, my voice stiff, causing their movements to still and her eyes to meet mine. "Pack up your things, and get the fuck out of my house and my life."

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