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"What happened?" asked Giselle, reaching to touch the cut on his eyebrow.
Xavier's dark eyes widened ever so slightly, then his jaw locked. "Don't worry about it."
"Xavier," she whispered. "How did this happen?"
A slash on his right eyebrow marred his handsome face, the wound swollen. It wasn't too big, but what concerned her the most was that it didn't look like he'd gotten it from a fistfight, not to mention her inability to imagine him getting into one at all. The cut looked too clean as if it was sliced open by a knife.
"I said, don't worry about it." He crossed his arms over his back leather jacket and looked at her with all traces of smiles erased. Now that she thought about it, had she ever seen him smile properly?
She huffed, trying not to sound angry as she said, "Who did it?"
Xavier's both marred and perfect eyebrows elevated. "Why? Will you kill him?"
"What kind of a ridiculous question is that?"
He shrugged. "You tell me."
Her hands raised in a gesture of what-are-you-even-talking-about, then she blinked twice. "Do I have the right to inquire about your injury at all?"
"Don't worry about it."
It was like talking to a stranger. Although she shouldn't have judged him by their only interaction that week, he didn't seem anything like the man she'd spent the last year chatting with through the nights.
Giselle opened her mouth to argue, but a voice interrupted her.
"Mate!"
She turned toward the man to her left. He scanned her from bottom to top, his hands folded in front of him, tongue pushing on his cheek from the inside. His dark straight hair reached down to his shoulders, and he was clad in black leather similar to Xavier's.
"What?" replied Xavier, his eyes meeting Giselle's for a fleeting second before they turned toward him.
"Won't you introduce me to your plaything?" he asked, his lips stretching into a grin.
Her head whipped toward Xavier with the accusation of letting someone he knew to call her that way, then wondered if it was even herself that the man had called a plaything. But her boyfriend didn't look at her.
Xavier ran a hand through his hair. "What is the matter, Rais?"
"Ashley is gonna kill you."
Her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach.Ashley?
"She means nothing to me," he replied, his words tumbling out fast.
"You know she'd kill for you, right?" He shoved his hands in the pockets of his black leather pants, still grinning.
Bile rose to her throat and she gulped down her suspicions with it, contemplating ditching everything and returning home without a word.
Xavier let out an impatient breath. "Is there a point to this conversation or do you like to hear yourself talk?"
The man shrugged. "Meeting at seven. Sean wants you there."
Xavier nodded, then waved his hand at Rais to dismiss him, who gave Giselle a fleeting glance before retreating to where he'd come from.
"Who's Ashley?" she asked before she could stop herself.
Xavier looked at her for a moment before saying, "An extra weight on the Earth."
She pursed her lips, waited for a few moments, then let out a breath. "I trust you, okay? But if you're into someone else..." Her voice shook and she cleared her throat. "If you're into someone else, please let me know so I can leave with dignity. Don't lead me on."
