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I let out a small laugh in response. “I’ve grown up with weddings and parties surrounding me, so of course I’ve learned how to dance. I just hate dancing.”
“Well, that was some, march over here to dance with me. Did I seduce you? I’m sorry if I did. Most women can’t resist this.” He motions down his body.
I roll my eyes, but as I do so, he walks closer to me. Step by step, his body moves toward mine. It feels like it should be there for some reason. There’s a magnetism I’ve never felt before, not even with León, which is the only experience of romantic interest I’ve ever had.
He gets close enough that our breaths collide, and it feels like he’s about to kiss me, but then he moves his mouth slowly to my ear. The hair that was on my shoulder is brushed away carefully with his hand. The pads of his fingertips collide with the skin on my shoulder. I shudder at his touch; it’s like a bolt of electricity when he touches me.
His breath moves from my cheek to my ear. “Or were you jealous?” he asks meticulously. I can hear and feel his smile.
My heart and breath skip a beat at his words.
Before I can say anything, he walks away. My response is one of shock. This is a new side of Xavier I’ve never seen.
Is he flirting with me?
No, he can’t be. He’s in a relationship.
“¿Qué carajo fue eso?”Cleo’s face is covered in shock, and I’m right there along with her.
Chapter23
Xavier
Was I too forward?
I feel like an asshole at the moment; I couldn’t sleep after yesterday’s events. The whole night was like a fever dream. I was dancing with a random girl who pulled me into a variety of movements. I didn’t want to be rude, so I danced with her. I kept my hands to myself like I always do.
Something jumped inside me when Cleo decided to swap Vio for the random girl I was dancing with. I was excited for her to finally experience what it’s like to be outside of her comfort zone. One thing about me is that I never want her to feel uncomfortable. I just want her to live in the moment. That’s why I made the bet with her. I’ve only known this girl for less than a few days (even if they were two and a half years apart) but she draws me in.
It’s more than how gorgeous she is. It’s a lot of things combined into one. She’s smart and has such a way of brightening up a place with a simple look in her eyes. I see the way she takes care of her sisters and how much she cares for the people close to her. I may not be a part of that group of people yet, but when she gives me her full attention, I want it all for myself.
Maybe it’s selfish, but it’s the truth.
It’s hard for me to hold myself back. I know I have a girlfriend, and I’ve been fighting with my mind ever since I got here.
I don’t regret coming to Acapulco.
Violetta has been enrapturing my every thought since I’ve been here.
When I’m working out for the new season, I wonder how she’s doing outside in the heat. Is she wearing sunscreen? Does she have enough water?
I’m out on the beach and wondering what her hair would look like blowing in the wind. If I could smell the scent of the ocean that clings to her skin.
Just the thought of her is making me go crazy, and I feel like an asshole because I have a girlfriend who texts me every day. The fucked-up part of it all is that every time she sends me a message, I keep thinking about Vio.
What it would be like if she’d send me flirty texts or called me baby. But instead of that being her, it’s my girlfriend.
I need to break up with Marrisa, but my obligation to the team is something I can’t negate. Ever since I started getting close to Vio, I knew I needed to break it off. I refuse to be one of those men who aren’t strong enough to end a relationship when I’m thinking about another woman.
But if I break up with Marrisa, what would that mean for the team? These thoughts constantly race through my brain.
Why did I even get involved with an investor’s daughter in the first place?
I’m an idiot for not expecting Vio to come crashing into my life when I first met her.
I need to think, my workout this morning didn’t help me at all. It usually clears my mind, but everything reminds me of her.
I’m fighting between obligation and want.
