65 Man or monster (1/2)
Joslyn fell against the wall of the large corridor leading through the center of the enormous mansion. She could feel her anxiety crash down on her as she fought to control the raged breaths that clenched her lungs. She clamped her tightly to her chest as she squeezed her eyes tightly shut. Her breathing hadn't regulated in the slightest when the door she had just exited opened and closed softly. The rhythmic pattern of foot steps drew closer, but she couldn't force her eyes open or her heart to stop pounding. A hand slammed soundlessly beside her face and the whisper of a breath brushed across her check. She squeezed her eyes together tighter. ”What... what are you doing here!?” The quiver in her voice sent a wave of anger through her causing her to clench her jaws tightly together causing pain to radiate through the nerve-endings of her teeth. She jerked away when fingers brushed lightly across her check.
”Now come on Jos, is this any way to react to seeing an old friend after so long?” the tall man asked. The velvet caress of his voice against her ear sent chills down her spine.
Anger flared within her. Her eyes glared up at him, ”Don't say that name, you'll fuck it up as well!” she hissed.
He smiled down at her, ”Then what name would you like me to use?” He whispered as he played with a loss strand of hair. ”There have been so many.” He said a wicked smile curving his lips.
Before she had time to retort, the door opened once again and Xavier emerged from the room angry voices calling after him. ”I'll only be a moment, surely you can handle this much without me.” He called back into the room.
A large finger fell on her lips as the tall man leaned closer and whispered. ”If you know what's best you'll keep quite.”
The sent of sandalwood wafted around her, bringing back a wave of memories that left her weak and gasping. She couldn't breath let along speak. {Drowning... this must be what drowning feels like.} Her frantic brain fought for control.
”Good girl.” He whispered before turning toward the approaching vampire. ”Ah Mr. DeMarco, your lovely assistant seems to be having a panic attack. If you like I can take her out for a breath of fresh air, or give her a ride pack to the hotel you are staying at.” He forged a concerned expression.
Xavier quickened his steps. He held her at arms length, examining her. Worry etched deep into the lines of his forehead as he asked, ”Are you ok? What happened? As soon as everyone enter the room you went pale and ran out.”
She couldn't find her words. She could only stare up at him with pleading eyes.
He pulled her close to his chest, embracing her tightly. ”I can't leave here right now. The situation is too delicate, but if you would like to go back then I will call for you a driver.” He rested his chin atop her head as he glanced back toward the room. No doubt the other were already getting irritated with his absents.
The large man beside them waved off his words. ”There's no need to hire a driver. As I said, I can give her a ride. I...” He shrugged, ”Work for this bunch, I guess you could say.”
Xavier arched his brow. ”I'm sorry, I don't believe I've had the pleasure of meeting you.”
The man smiled widely as he introduced himself. ”Areion, at your service.” He held out his hand.
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Xavier released his hold of Jos to take the hand the man offered. He could feel Joslyn's grip tighten on the front of his shirt. He glanced from the man to the closed door then down to Jos's sliver head. {He must be trustworthy if he's aloud here... and it's not like a have much of a choice.} With his mind made up, he held Jos back enough to look into her still stressed face. ”I'll meet you back at the villa as soon as I finish up her. Get some rest. If you're still not feeling better tonight then we can stay in, alright?” He kissed the top of her head before nodding to the man waiting patently beside them. He pulled a business card out of his back pants pocket and handed it to the man. ”Here is the information. It's roughly a fifteen minute commute each way.” Xavier released Jos and stood nose to nose with the man. ”If you're not back here in thirty five I'll come looking for you.” With that he turned back toward Jos, quickly kissing her check before heading back toward the meeting room.
Areion watched as Xavier quickly made his way back down the hall and into the room. When the door closed again he turned back toward Jos. ”I see you have yet another poor man wrapped around that pretty little finger of yours.”
Jos back up against the wall. ”You're wrong.” It was the only words she could manage getting out.
He snickered, ”Yes, I suppose I am. The man sure isn't poor is he.” He turned back toward her arching a brow. ”Demarco, really?”
Jos glared back at him, ”Why are you here?”
He smiled as he grabbed ahold of her upper arm, ”Your other lover sent me... Well you're other lovers...” He shrugged. ”But I guess you figured that out as soon as you saw me.” He glared down at her pulling her closer to him. ”Let me guess you're crowned wolf pup doesn't know you're double dipping?”
Anger flared throughout Jos. A loud pop had already sounded before she had even registered her own movements. Her palm radiated pain from its contact with Areion's steal jaw. ”You and your brother can both go to hell for all I care!” She pulled away, anxiety quickly replaced by anger. ”Now let go of me. I can find my own way back, thank you.”
He grabbed her arm once again, stopping her mid-stride. ”Now what kind of gentleman would I be if I left a damsel in destress?”
Hatred radiated from her eyes as she glared back at him. ”You are no gentleman.” She pulled away and began stomping down the hall.
He quickly moved to block her path. ”And you, my dear, are no lady.” He smiled wickedly down at her, ”Remember, little one, I know well what you are.” He bent down and landed a hard kiss on her mouth.
Shock and rage fought for center stage as Joslyn bit down hard on his lip and pushed hard against his chest.