Chapter 2: A Possessive Fan
Xavier’s breath hitched as he looked up into the girl’s sparkling eyes, which held a mixture of admiration and something more intense—a spark that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. She was petite but curvaceous, her soft pink curls framing a flushed, feverish face. The tight pink dress hugged her figure, doing little to hide the fullness of her chest as she pressed herself close to him, her gaze unwavering, filled with adoration—and something a touch darker.
"H-husband...?" he stammered, barely able to process the word.
"Yes!" she beamed, leaning in, tightening her grip around him. "I’ve been waiting for this moment, counting down the days until I could finally see you in person."
Xavier managed to sit up, gently prying her arms off enough to scoot back, pressing against the wall. His mind was spinning. How had she found him? And who was she?
"Look, I... I think there’s some kind of misunderstanding," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I’m not married. I don’t even know you..."
Her expression faltered for a second before she giggled, covering her mouth with a delicate hand. "Oh, silly! You don’t know me, but I know you," she cooed, her voice sweet but with an undercurrent of something that made him shiver. "I’ve been following your work for so long, and... I just couldn’t wait anymore."
Xavier’s throat went dry, his laugh hollow. "Oh, so you’re a fan! That’s... that’s great." He inched toward the door, hoping to slip out without escalating things. "I, uh, really appreciate the support, but I think you should—"
WHOOSH
She closed the gap instantly, her ample chest brushing against him as her hands came up to cradle his face, her touch gentle but firm.