Chapter Nine

Mia

There he was, in the flesh. For some reason.

My sister was with him.

Why were they here?

Seeing them together felt like their marriage was being rubbed in my face. I'd been stupid enough to believe I'd ever have any kind of future with the man that I loved and wanted a life with more than anything.

Xavier slowly walked over to me, his steps hesitant. Seeing him again after being locked in my room for days had my heart pounding wildly. I hoped my body wasn't visibly shaking.

At his sides, his hands were twitching like he was resisting the urge to reach out and grab me.

I wanted him to, as stupid as that was.

"Mia…" My name on his tongue sounded amazing. "I need to talk to you."

"I think you've already said plenty."

To my surprise, my words caused him to flinch. He let out a soft sigh and nodded to himself, saying, "I deserved that."

I crossed my arms protectively over my chest, using it as a barrier between us. "Did you come here to brag?"

"No. I came here to apologize."

I was stunned.

For the past three days, I'd been fantasizing about this very situation. I'd hoped that he'd come to his senses and see that we were perfect together and that his stupid justification for kicking me out was just that—stupid.

This couldn't be happening. Surely this was all a dream I was bound to wake up from at any moment.

"Can we talk please?" said he asked. "In private?"

I hesitated. Would that be a good idea? I'd already been struggling to get out of bed long enough to stretch a bit before crawling back under my blankets and hoping that when I woke up, time would fast forward a few years.

Should I listen to all the things I did wrong while I lived with Xavier? How I betrayed his trust and made a fool out of him?

But he was the love of my life.

I'd spend the rest of it regretting not listening to what he had to say if I turned him away now. I had to know, for my peace of mind. It might break me, but at least I wouldn't be stuck wondering ‘what if'.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him out of my father's office. Obediently, he followed, allowing me to drag him down the hall to another empty office. Once we were inside, I shut the door and locked it.

"Okay, what is it?" I asked, turning around after taking a few deep breaths.

To my surprise, Xavier sunk down onto his knees and reached for me. "I'm so sorry. For everything."

My jaw dropped to the floor. What the hell was going on?

He took my hands in his, squeezing them gently. "I was an idiot, Mia. I let my pride get in the way of me seeing the truth. It had been staring me right in the face this entire time and it only took me living with your sister for three days to realize what a huge mistake I made in letting you go."

There was no way this was real. I had to be dreaming.

"You… do you really mean that?" I asked, my eyes growing watery.

"Of course I do. Mia, I fell for you through your letters. I fell in love with you when we married. Not a day went by that I regretted that decision. I'm sorry I didn't allow you to explain yourself better and that I jumped the gun too soon. I only wished you would've come clean sooner."

"I wanted to," I swallowed back more tears. "I really did but I also didn't want to spoil what we had together. I loved… I love you, Xavier."

His smile grew. "I love you too, Mia."

I ripped my hands away from him and used them to cup his face and tilt his head back so that I could kiss him. He groaned against my lips, his arms coming around me to grab me and lift me as he stood.

His tongue rolled along mine as he brought me to one of the couches in the office, laying me down on it and crawling over me to press our bodies together as close as possible. I ran my hands through his thick hair, missing the way it felt as I gripped it while he fucked me.

Xavier's hands explored my body, finding their way under my t-shirt to my bare chest. He cupped my breasts in each hand, pinching my nipples a few times between his fingers until I squirmed under him.

He pulled back from our kiss and helped me shed my shirt, tossing it over his shoulder. Next were my pajama pants that he quickly stripped me of, leaving me completely bare before him.

"God, I missed you."

"Show me," I said, parting my legs as far as I could with him still trapped against me.

Xavier ripped off his clothes and threw them onto the floor before climbing on top of me again. My legs came around his waist while his hips grinded against mine, his hard cock teasing me as it rubbed against my clit.

"I need you," I begged, arching my entire body into him.

He kissed me hard again, putting a hand between us in order to line himself up with my drenched hole. I groaned again when he thrusted shallowly into me a few times, each time going just a bit deeper than the last.

I was already so damn wet for him that I could feel it trickling down my thigh as he moved inside of me.

My nails hooked onto his shoulders from behind as I held on, loving how he shifted his mouth to trail kisses along my cheek and down to my throat where he seemed to love marking me.

"Mia," My name spilling from his lips while he was so deep inside me was almost enough to make me come right then and there.

"Say it again."

I could feel him smiling against my skin. "Mia."

"Again," I begged.

"Mia, my beloved. My wife."

I cried out when my orgasm slammed into me, pleasure rocking me to my very core. He didn't let up at all, continuing to fuck me and say my name until I was practically sobbing his name back.

This was everything that I'd hoped for—no, dreamed of. Xavier coming to retrieve me, him confessing his love for me, the real me and not who I was pretending to be.

"You are mine." He lifted his head to cup my face with his hand. "My wife. My Mia."

I trembled again, another orgasm on the horizon. "Take me home with you."

"I promise I will."

Tears formed in my eyes again. "I love you, Xavier."

His hips stuttered at my confession, slamming into me erratically as pleasure was beginning to take over.

I let him hang onto me as I continued. "I love you, my husband. You're mine too."

"Yes," he whispered. "Yes."

"You're going to take me home and we're not going to get out of bed until you knock me up with your heir."

"Fuck—" he choked out.

My walls tightened again. I let myself fall over the edge, coming with him as I felt a rush of warmth fill me. My thighs squeezed around his waist, keeping him tethered to me as we both started to come down from our orgasms.

Xavier tucked his head into the crook of my neck, catching his breath while I ran my hands up and down his spine, tracing the muscles under his skin in the process.

After some time, I said, "I was serious about the baby thing."

He chuckled. "If you are, then we really won't be getting out of bed for the next month."

"I wouldn't mind that. You need to make it up to me."

He kissed my neck gently and then lifted his head. "I will. I swear to you that I will treat you as my most prized treasure."

I began to choke up again. "Really?"

He nodded, his fingers brushing along my cheek. "I love you, Mia. My true wife."

"I love you too, Xavier. I always have and always will."