NINE

Warning Mature Content !!!

"Where the hell are my clothes?" Cara storms into Xander's office in nothing but a white towel, which she's holding like her life depends on it.

Cara woke up this morning, all chipper and happy since today is her mother's surgery. She even showed early, which she hardly does but the Asshole; called Alexander has a way of ruining her joy. She walked up to her closet to find out that all her clothes are gone and is replaced with a new set of clothes.

Xander picks his cup of coffee, taking a sip before looking up at the raging woman in a towel. Xander always starts is day with silence which is now ruined.

He drops the cup of coffee on the table, "I got you new ones, or are you blind?" He raises his eyebrows at her. Xander is quite confused about why the curly-haired woman is yelling, everyone likes new clothes and it prevents her from taking his clothes.

"Oh, I see alright. You had no fucking right, I want my clothes back." Cara yells.

"You mean the rags? Well, I asked the maids to give them out." Xander stands up, picking up his suit from his leather chair. "Plus it prevents you from looking like a homeless person when we are out in public." He walks up to her and stops in front of her.

Cara takes a step back, holding on to her towel tighter. "You are an asshole." Cara drags each word, making sure he heard each one loud and clear.

"It's too early for me to be around crazies. " Xander says with a mischievous grin on his face as he leaves the Cara alone in his study.

Cara tries to control her temper, as much as she wants to scatter his entire study and show him what crazy is all about, she has to get to the hospital. But she is not finished with him.

Alexander 2, Cara 0

~~~

"Is she back?" Xander asks Jonathan as he walks into the living room, he drops his suitcase.

"No," Jonathan answers, picking up the coat which Xander drops on the couch as he heads for the minibar which his situated at a strategic place between the sitting room and the kitchen.

"Thank God." Xander breaths out in relief, he can finally have the silence he was deprived of this morning. He takes out a glass and heads over to get himself a bottle of whiskey. "Join me." He calls on to Jonathan as he takes out another glass.

Jonathan drops the coat and walks towards the kitchen, "Will get the ice." He says.

"When last have we done this?" Xander asks Jon as he returns.

"You are a very busy man, Sir," Jon says, putting the cubes of ice in the glass and then pouring the whiskey.

"Well, we are long overdue." Xander lifts his glass up, before taking a huge gulp.

"You seem excited that your girlfriend isn't around," Jon says, seating on the barstool alongside Xander.

Xander turns at his butler, understanding why he has been getting "The look" since yesterday. With a knowing smile, he says "You don't actually believe that I will date that girl, do you?" Xander mocks.

"The media thinks so, but I guess not." Jon couldn't be happier about the revelation. Cara might be an attractive young woman, but Jon sees her as a nuisance. "So she is not pregnant but why is she living here?"

"She is not pregnant yet but by tomorrow she might be," Xander says with a smirk on his face. "That's if the artificial insemination works."

Jon couldn't be any confused at Xander's words. "Help me understand what is going on."

And Xander did, even though there were a lot of questions on the way like "Why didn't you just sue her?" amongst others.

"So you want to be a dad?" Jonathan drops his glass on the table, any more whiskey and he might get drunk. He still to wake up by 6 am, in the morning. Xander is on his fourth glass, explaining can be draining.

"I am getting old." Xander jokes.

"Are sure you don't want to do it with a woman you love, it will be more special then."

"Love?" Xander laughs at those words as he gulps on the heavy liquid.

"I know you wanted to do this with..."Xander is quick to stop Jonathan from speaking any further.

"Don't. Say. Her Name," Xander warns, emptying his drink.

"I support your decisions," Jonathan says as he stands up. "I have to go to bed."

"Good night," Xander says, as he pours more drink.

Jon wants to say something about the number of drinks he has had but decides against it since he doesn't do this daily. "Good night, Sir," He says as he leaves.

A few more drinks and Xander decides to call it a night, he picks up his glass to empty his drink when the door opens.

He sits still already knowing who it might be, he turns to the entrance of the living room and there she is, Cara staring at nothing in particular. She looks lost as her legs move towards Xander's direction.

Xander stares at her weirdly, waiting for her to say something that will annoy him but she is quiet, not uttering a single word.

Weird,

Cara climbs and then sits on the bar tool just near Xander as she takes a glass from the side of the table and pulls the bottle of whiskey from Xander's side.

Xander empties the drink his eyes still on her, trying to understand why she is so quiet. He decides he is drunk, hence is care about her quietness.

He drops the glass and stands up from the barstool, he will just sleep it off.

To his surprise, he feels the soft touch of the curly-haired girl "Stay." She says softly. He looks down at her hand, then her ocean blue eyes. Like he is compelled, he finds himself back to his previous position with his eyes still on her.

"Drink with me." She forces a smile.

~~~

"No, not really," Xander laughs hard, it's been long since he has had a good laugh.

Cara stares at his perfect face, she can swear his smile is the most beautiful thing she has ever seen or maybe it's the alcohol. She has had more than she can count. "Wow, so you do laugh." She teases her eyes fixated on him.

Xander turns to her with a smile still on his face and for the first time he didn't see the annoying girl, he sees the beautiful curly-haired woman who got him to laugh. They both stare at each other as they take forced breaths in, their eyes guide to each other lips and like it is planed, they went straight for attack like wolves.

Their lips molds on each other, their hands moving on any part of their bodies they can grab as they kiss hungrily. Anger, frustration, sexual tension all laced in one kiss, Cara can feel her leg give up but luckily he is holding her waist like his life depends on it.

The kiss comes to a slow stop as they both stare at each other's swollen lips, breathing heavily like they finished a marathon.

"Your room or mine?" Cara asks, still catching her breath.

That's the only permission Xander needs before he lifts her and drops her on his shoulders, making her chuckle. "Mine is closer."

~~~

The minute they get into Xander's room their clothes came off and were thrown across the room, leaving them in their underwear. Xander is seated on his bed with a bulge underneath his boxers,  an almost painful erection caused by the sexual deviant before him who's in her blue lacy underwear.

Xander drags her close to him, his hands firmly on the softs cheeks of the butt, hence the lustful, moan that escapes her lips next. His hands work up her body up to the hook of her bra, with no warning he unhooks. Cara smirks as she removes the bra, throwing it to the ground. Xander looks at the average-sized boos like a lion would his prey. He wants to take his time and explore every part of her body yet he will like to take her now and have her screaming his name till she loses her voice.

Cara puts her leg over his lap and sits on his laps as she would her motorcycle, her breasts falling on his face. He captures a nipple and pops it in his mouth like candy, resulting to a moan from Cara as she places her hands on his hair, running her fingers through as her eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy.

He kisses the tip of her breasts working up to her neck leaving wet kisses which in turn makes Cara panties go wet, her pussy throbbing begging for attention.

"Fuck me," Cara whispers in his ears as she rides on his erection. "Please,"

Xander lets out a groan, before throwing the petite woman on the bed. He climbs on the bed, his figure overshadows her, and she is ready for him.

He places his lips on hers, both can feel the heat of their naked chests. Cara lifts her head up to meet the demand of his kiss, his hands exploring every inch of her body and his tongue dancing with hers. Her entire body is on fire, her brain shuts down just as she wants.

His lips move from her lips to her chin, his tongue licking sucking down to her neck, the space in between her boobs. She breathes in violently as his mouth works down her stomach and her eye roll back in anticipation for what his canal mouth will do next.

His hand playing on the helm of her panties, he looks up at Cara with that sinful eyes as he places kisses on her thighs, on the tattoo that he is so interested in.

He begins to draw her panties down her leg, placing kisses at each movement until she became bare in front of him. She tries closing her legs, as she suddenly feels self-conscious around him but he stops her, spreading it further.

His hand rubs her clit, which produces a loud moan. His fingers playing on the tip which is torture to her, she throws her head back to the pillow and her hands holding the side of the sheets.

With no warning, two of his fingers plunge in "Alexander!" She moans out, her breaths are uneven.

He rubs her clit and then proceeds using three fingers, and he keeps on moving in and out, which makes her scream until she's undone.

He climbs on top of her, staring at the woman with sweat falling down her forehead, her curly hair spread on his pillow.

"Beautiful." He groans.

"Stop messing around," She whispers as her trail down to his boxers. "Take it off," She says.

As commanded his boxers came off, readily his huge bulge, veins popping, it looks painful to Cara. A surge of confidence erupts in her as she pushes him down and then climbs on him.

She places her clit near his bulge which seems to drive him crazy, given the deep and manly moan that escapes his lips.

He grabs her butt and places her where she should be and Cara knows what she should do.

She rides him, both moaning each other names until they come undone.

~~~~

Xander's eyes flutter open, as he hears low sobs in his room. He shuts his eyes again and then opens it, trying to adjust to the bright sunlight that is coming from the large window of his room. His head is banging, like a building under construction. He hears movements, and it finally clicks. Someone is in the room with him, he sits up and to his surprise, it is a Cara fully clothed trying to sneak out of his room and then it all registered.

Holy shit!

"Did we?" Xander asks, looking down at the sheets and he is indeed naked.

Fucking Hell!

Cara stops upon hearing his voice, all she wanted was to escape before she burst into tears and have to relive yesterday's events but she never gets what she wants. She can feel her heartbreaking, her eyes ready to rain on command.

She had that moment, where everything was alright for a second when she woke up. It was amazing. She felt free, at peace but then it came rushing back like an acid flashback and the heaviness lay on her heart. Mistakes from last night, the tragedy experienced and the fact that she has to face it all today and some right now.

"Yes," Cara says softly, she can't turn to look at him. It's not because of the sex, it's the fact that she's seconds away from crying.

"Fuck!" Xander yells, he throws over the cover and picks up his boxers from the floor and then wears it. "How much drink could I have possibly had to have sex with a lunatic?" He mutters to himself but it was loud enough for Cara to hear and get pissed off.

She turns to him, tears already flowing, "You think I am excited about this?" She yells.

Xanders features soften when he noticed she is crying, from regret he switches to worry. "Are you okay, did I do something wrong?" Xander stops, trying to rephrase his question. His heart beating hard, he tries to think maybe he hurt her yesterday night when he was drunk; did he force himself on her?

"You didn't do anything," Cara says, cleaning her tears but it's no use it keeps on flowing down. She is tried, she is fucking tired.

She walks over to the couch placed in the middle of his room and seats on it, with her head buried on her laps as she let the tears out. Xander walks over to where she's seated slowly, deciding if he should get involved with her problems or not. He knees before her, slowly lifting her head up.

Her eyes puffy and red, her blue eyes hold so much sorrow. He feels his heart squeeze as they stare at each other. "Tell me," he whispers, cleaning her tears with thumbs, the rest of his fingers buried in her hair.

"She's gone." Cara chokes. "My mother is gone."

Xander brings her to tight hug as she lets out all her feelings.

~~~

Cara walks towards Xander's study after taking her bath and having a full breakdown in the shower. Although she is a walking heartbreak, she is trying to stay strong. Cara is in disbelief that her mother and the only family she has is gone. She had called Cassie after leaving Xander's room and they both started another round of tears. Brianna was like a second mother to Cassie and her little sister and they are just as heartbroken.

Cassie is at the hospital and after talking to Xander, if everything goes right, she will leave for the hospital as well.

Cara stops in front of a woman who's cleaning the paintings on the wall. This is the first time seeing her which makes Cara wonder how many people work in this huge house.

"Hmm, do you know where Xander is?" Cara asks the middle-aged woman who stops cleaning upon her question.

"In the kitchen madam," The woman replies and resumes her work.

Cara mutters a quick thank you before heading downstairs. She walks into the kitchen and there he is, all suited up, sipping on his coffee while typing on his laptop.

"Hey," Cara mutters, announcing her presence.

Xander raises his head once he hers her voice. "Hey," He mutters, shutting his laptop. "Want coffee?" He asks the petite woman who currently has puffy cheeks, red nose and dried up tears on her face.

"No, thanks," She gives a fake smile as she messes with the hem of her sweater.

"Can we talk?"

"We are talking right now." Xander gives his charming smile.

"Right," Cara says weirdly.

"What?" Xander asks her.

"I-I..." Cara stops, trying to find the words. "I know today is..." She pauses again, taking a deep breath then trying again. "You kept to your end of the deal and I know it's my turn but I-I, not now..."

Xander interrupts, "It's okay, take the time you need."

Cara is shocked at his response, she didn't expect it to go so well since she signed a document. "T-thank you." Cara smiles.

"What about the press?" Cara asks.

"I'll handle it." Xander doesn't know how but he is going to give her time to grieve.

"Going to ask my assistant to handle the burial arrangements. " He says, opening his laptop.

"You don't need..."

Another interruption, "I insist."

"Thanks, I guess," Cara says, weirdly, not believing her ears. Is she really standing in front of the douche? "I'll just go pack my things." She mutters.

"You should," He simply says, averting his attention back on his laptop. Cara walks out of the kitchen right after turning to see if it's really him.

~~~

Cara walks back to the kitchen after dropping her suitcase outside with the help of Jon. She silently stands, waiting for Xander to notice her presence. He turns, holding an apple in his hand.

"I am leaving," Cara announces.

"Oh," Xander says, biting down on his apple.

"You are going to miss me." Cara jokes.

Xander smirks, "You wish."

"My driver is going to take you back home."

Cara didn't know what entered her, but she walks across the around and put her arms around hi, she hugged the douche.

"Thank you,"

3 WEEKS LATER

"We need her," André barges into Xander's office holding a newspaper, which he throws on the table. Xander didn't bother looking up or checking the newspaper, he already knows what the dramatics is all about and he knows he has to face it.

Andre waits for him to pick the newspapers since he doesn't, he picks it up himself, "Let me read the headlines for you," He clears his throat. "It's all an act to get me jealous- Ex-girlfriend, Liza Wood speaks about the disappearance of Alexander Black's pregnant girlfriend."

Andre pauses waiting for a reaction from him but nothing, he is still staring at the marketing report that was dropped in his office this morning.

"People believe her." Andre continues. "She is spinning a narrative"

"What do you want me to do?" Xander drops the file since he is no longer concentrating.

"Get Cara back here and on board with the initial plan."

"She's mourning." Xander reasons with Andre.

"It's been three weeks. She needs to keep her end of the deal."  Andre breathes out. "The timeline of the pregnancy will be suspicious but we can handle it but she needs to be pregnant."

"You know what? " Xander raises his eyebrows. "Set up a meeting with the press."

"Why? What do you want to pass across?"

"Just do it," Xander commands. "I am the one paying you."

"Okay, fine," Andre says, dropping the newspaper with Xander before walking out of his office.

Xander intends to tell the truth but Andre cannot know that now, he will totally be against it. Xander lets Cara go with the hope she comes back when she's ready but she's not back and he won't force her. She's not coming back, so he needs to do damage control.

~~~

Cara taps her feet on the carpet continuously, as her sweaty palms are resting on her knees. Her heart beating and a voice in her head constantly repeating "You are so stupid.", as she stares at the door of her bathroom. 10 minutes feels like ten years and she feels the wall of her untidy bedroom is closing in on her.

She's muttering silent prayers but she has no idea what is praying for or against. Her heart stops beating for a second as she notices the doorknob is being pushed down. Cassie comes out holding the pregnancy test Cara had peed on earlier in her hands.

"So?" Cara asks trying to read through Cassie's straight face.

"You are pregnant." With those words, everything comes crashing down.

~~~~~

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