The exhaustion of the day melted away, replaced by a different kind of tension. The thought of my father contacting me any moment, requesting that I go over to France, made my stomach twist into knots. I had managed to push the thought aside during the graduation celebration, but now it lingered, refusing to be ignored.
I had managed to ignore the thought for the last four years, convincing myself that I had time. But now, with graduation now over and the real world looming ahead, the inevitability of my father’s request settled in.
I knew what that meant – leaving Xavier and the girls, leaving behind the only life I’d known for the past four and a half years. The thought of being separated from Xavier and the girls was unbearable. Our relationship, built on laughter and tears, late-night conversations, and stolen glances, was about to be put to the ultimate test.
I wondered how my father would react if I told him I didn’t want to come.
And what would he say when he found out about my relationship with Xavier?
All hell would break loose for sure.
As I drifted off in my thoughts, Xavier’s gentle touch on my skin brought me back to the present. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice low and concerned as he took off the blanket from our half-naked bodies.
I hesitated, unsure how to articulate my fears. “It’s just… my dad. I don’t know when he will contact me…”
Xavier’s expression turned serious. “And you’re worried about leaving me?”
I nodded, feeling a lump form in my throat. “We’ve just begun to enjoy our life together, with the kids, and now… I don’t know if I can leave you behind.”
Xavier pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me. “We’ll face this together, Sarah. We’ll figure something out.”
But I knew it wasn’t that simple. My father’s job was in France, and I was his only family. He would want me to be with him, especially since my mother passed away.
“What if he requests that I move to France permanently?” I whispered.
Xavier’s grip tightened around me as he snuggled into his chest. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. But one thing’s for sure I’m not letting you go without a fight.”
I chuckled. “Oh yeah, a fight. That’s exactly what I am afraid of.” I said and pulled away from his chest.
Xavier sighed and propped himself up on his elbow. “Hey, don’t think too much about this. Perhaps he might react differently than you expect.”
I shook my head, unsure if that was the case. “You know your best friend, and I know my dad. Is there any chance he will agree to this. To us?”
Xavier pulled me close. “Then we don’t need his consent or anything.” He paused, seeming to recall something. “Sarah, since when did you start caring about what your father would think?”
I thought for a while. “Yeah, good question. Since when do I care?” I said introspectively. I quickly dismissed the nagging thought and decided to make the most of our time doing something better. Like sex…
“Come on, Xavier, let’s roll.” I purred, my finger tracing his chest. “Early morning sex won’t be so bad.”
Xavier’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and a sly grin spread across his face. “Early morning sex, huh? You’re trying to distract me from your worries, aren’t you?”
I nodded, my fingers tracing patterns on his chest. “Nah, I’m not worried anymore.” I said casually. “You’ve made me remember my old self, the impudent, irrational nineteen-year-old Sarah from back then.”
“Well, I’m happy to oblige your wish regardless,” Xavier said, his voice low and husky. “But know this, Sarah…” He leaned closer, his lips brushing against mine.
“Don’t moan too loudly, it’s Saturday. The kids might be up, and you know how unpredictable they can be.”
I stared at him, mouth agape, and I refused to nod to that.
The next moment, his hands roamed my body, rekindling the flame that never seemed to fade between us. Our lips met in a hungry kiss, the warmth of his breath mingled with mine as our bodies pressed together.
I moaned against his lips, cautious not to moan too loudly. But I began to slip out of my restraint as his fingers glided into my hole. My legs shook as I pulled him in, deepening the kiss.
Without warning, Xavier rolled on top of me, his weight pressing down as he continued his onslaught, leaving no loose ends, his fingers thrusting deeper inside me.
As his hands explored my depths, I felt the familiar stirrings of desire. His fingers slid through my folds, teasing and tantalizing, and I couldn’t help but gasp as he added another finger. The sound of my moan was muffled, but Xavier’s response was immediate.
The weight of him pinning me to the bed became non-existent; all I felt at that moment was his skin slapping against mine. I felt the tension build as he positioned himself, his fingers thrusting inside me with a gentle yet insistent pressure.
Our lips parted, and Xavier’s breath washed over me, hot and ragged. He began to move, his strokes slow and deliberate, building a rhythm that left me breathless.
I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper, feeling the friction build. Just as our lovemaking was getting more intense and passionate, the doorbell rang, shattering the intimate moment, its shrill echo piercing the air. We froze, our bodies locked together, as the doorbell rang again, insistently.
Xavier’s eyes met mine, a mix of frustration and amusement dancing in their depths. “Timing couldn’t be worse,” he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.
I chuckled. “Don’t worry about that; Lydia will get the door.” Lydia was our house help who comes five times a week, and today… oh my, today is her day…
“She isn’t coming today,” Xavier raised an eyebrow, completing my thoughts.
“And besides, who would knock at someone’s door at six a. m.?” I sighed in exasperation and a mix of frustration.
With a reluctant sigh, I withdrew from Xavier and swung my legs over the side of the bed.
“I’ll get it,” I said, standing up and stretching.
I donned my nightdress and sauntered to the door. The bell rang again, more insistently, and it was beginning to get annoying.
Who could be visiting at this hour?
I opened the door without bothering to check the peephole, and standing on my porch, dressed in his signature tailored suit, was the last person I expected to see.
My eyes widened as if I had seen a ghost. I was frozen in my feet as I continued staring at him.
“Happy graduation, baby doll. Did you miss me?”