Off Her Rockers (Loving All Wrong #3.5)

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Off her

ROCKERS

 

 

by

S. Ann Cole

 

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A
RE YOU HAPPY?”
“Babe, got your cum in my beard. What’d you think?”
I laughed, combing my fingers through his hair.
We were lying indolent on a bare mattress on the floor in one of the rooms at his blues bar, his cheek pressed to my pelvis, his torso between my legs, his fingers toying with my nipples.
Together, we decided to boycott the world for a few careless days in favor of some “Xavina Time”—yes, I totally just made that up—before stepping out into the shitstorm that was most likely waiting for us.
For the past six days, we’ve been crashing at his blues bar, eating junk food, and overseeing the refurbishing in progress, along with having rough, punishing, heart-palpitating sex on the floor every chance we got.
Xavier took calls from Xena only, and I only made calls to San Francisco to video-chat with my son.
Not one of the last six days passed by without Xavier insisting I tell Davian about Jacob so I could move him to L.A. to live with me. I wholeheartedly and excitedly agreed on moving Jacob to L.A. but made no comment on telling Davian the truth. Because, where do I even begin with that?
For one, the mere
thought
of facing Davian again gave me mini panic attacks. How do I face him after choosing Xavier? I literally forced him to break off his engagement, forced him to choose me, and then I turned my back on him. How did I even begin to explain that? Then to throw in an “
Oh, I forgot to tell you, we have a son
” on top of it?
Sounds a lot like a death wish to me. I could see Davian growing as red as bell peppers, wrapping his fingers around my throat and squeezing the life out of me. Sorry, but I did
not
want to die of strangulation…or anything, really.
On a more interesting note, I received a scathing email from Jessica the night I chose Xavier:
Dear Home-wrecker,
You won’t answer my calls, but you will read this.
You haven’t won. You might be able to control Davi, but you can’t control Xavi.
Why? Because
I
control him. Xavi is and always has been, in love with
me
.
He brought you to L.A to make
me
jealous. To make me leave Davi because he can’t stand to see me with anyone else.
He will never love you. You will never have what I have:
his heart
.
If you want to keep Xavi, leave Davi alone, and I’ll whisper nothing but sweet things about you in Xavi’s ear.
Otherwise, I will ruin Davian Hamilton, and he will in return resent you for it. Then, I will, very easily,
take
Xavier Xander back, and you will be left with
no one
.
P.S You never should have taken my kindness for weakness.

 

I never told Xavier about the email. Just mulling her words over in my head, wondering what to make of them. Wondering if she was delusional, or if I was oblivious. I wasn’t convinced that she ruled Xavier. How could she when he’s been holed up with
me
and hasn’t been taking calls from anyone but Xena?
She was pissed, bitter, and resentful. That had to be it. So I resolved on giving it some time before broaching the subject with Xavier. Now, while he was sated and on the verge of sleep, was the perfect time. Moments like these, I could get Xavier to tell me his bank account password, social security number, and credit card details he was so content.
“So…” I began, “back in France you said if I chose you, you would come clean with me?”
Xavier groaned. “Now?”
“Yes. Now.” I fumbled under the pillow for my cell phone, powered it on and navigated to Jessica’s email, then shoved the screen in his face.
A few seconds of silence ticked off as he read the screen. With a snort, he shoved the screen away. “She sent that when?”
“Six nights ago.”
Raising his head, he propped his chin on my pelvis and peered up my naked body to find me peering down at him. “And you’re just telling me?”
“I didn’t want to ruin our Xavina Time.”
His lips twitched. “
Xavina Time
?”
Oh, shoot. Did I really just say that aloud? “Sorry. The giddy little girl in me got carried away and I kinda joined our names and…yeah.”
He bit his lip, clearly fighting back a smile. Lowering his head, he pressed a kiss in my navel. “Cute, but don’t say that shit out in public. Got a rep to protect.”
Didn’t he know by now that when someone tells me not to do something I did the complete opposite to prove my autonomy?
I arched a brow. “In that case, I’m gonna leak that
Xavina
is back together. Bitch about your street cred then.”
Locking his eyes on mine, he sobered up and swore to me, “Not in love with her.”
“Then why does she think you are?”
“’Cause she wants it to be true. Everything I do for her, she over-analyzes.”
“So, are you denying that you sought me out and started dating me for reasons about Davi and Jess?” I prodded. “Because Davi thinks so, too. He thinks you stole some images of me that he printed, and then you found out who I was and came after me as some kind of sick revenge.”
“Not denying it.” With a sigh, he rolled off me and onto his back, rubbing his hands down his face. “Truth. Saw the images at Eye Spy one afternoon. Took them. Was tryna get Jess to see reason, to stop her from making a mistake. She wouldn’t listen. Loved him too much. So, figured if I got you there, he’d slip up, and she’d see…”
I pushed up on my elbows. “I don’t understand.”
Shifting up on the bed so he was stretched out beside me, he turned on his side and wrapped an arm around my middle, dragging me to him. “Relax,” he whispered, touching a kiss to my lips. “Lemme start from the beginning. We signed with Benny when we were little shits—seventeen, eighteen. Benny made it clear, his daughter was off-limits. But Jess was always around. She grew up with us. And she didn’t hide it that she had a crush on me.
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