Xander Barns: Always Wanted Forever Part 16

"Ladies don't say s.h.i.t," Demetria snapped, pulling her arm with the figurine down.

"Yeah, well, I'm not a lady," I said, taking the figurine from her hand and putting it back on the side table. "There, that's better."

Irina giggled, and I blanched instantly, slowly turning to face what was about to come from Demetria, who was obviously desperately in love with Xander. Which I totally didn't get.

He was a sleazy pervert.

Demetria's face blanched, mirroring mine except for one small detail. Her mouth turned into a snarl, her eyes raging with fury.

"Get your hands off him!" Demetria screamed hysterically. She tried grabbing the figurine I just put back, but I grabbed it at the same time, stopping her again from creating a crime scene.

"Let go," I ordered sternly. "Let go of the f.u.c.king thing!"

She started to cry again, not letting go of the figurine. "He's being taken; she's taking him from me."

"Calm down; he's not letting anyone take him. He's a grown man with his own mind, and he's going to do things with her because he wants to."

She eased up on her grip, and using an extra tug of strength, I yanked it out of her hands. "Why can't you see it?"

Demetria collapsed to the ground, curled into the fetal position, and really began crying.

I turned back in horror to see what Xander had to make of this, only to find the living room empty. "What the f.u.c.k!"

I heard a wild giggle echoed out from the bedroom and instantly I pieced together where they went.

Those mother f.u.c.kers! They left me, left me to fend off this crazy girl!

"Xander! Xander! You better get your a.s.s out of that room right now!" I yelled at the bedroom. "This is your problem to fix, you hear me? b.i.t.c.h, he's got the clap, I hope you didn't suck that d.i.c.k!"

The volume of the giggles escalated as they ignored me. I had half the mind to march right into the bedroom and scream b.l.o.o.d.y murder; but I didn't want to leave Demetria just in case she got another burst of wind and decided to take deadly revenge as a viable option.

How did I get myself into this mess? Why me? Why f.u.c.king me? I'm a bulls.h.i.t magnet. I can't run away from this s.h.i.t; it follows me everywhere.

I curled down right next to her, smoothing her hair back, trying to calm her down. "Stop, don't be like one of those crazy psychotic girls who can't take a hint. Trust me, it's not a good look."

Yeah, I know, my calming down methods were s.h.i.t.

Heavy footsteps barged through the doorway as I kneeled next to Demetria, trying to calm her down. So into trying to calm this girl down, I didn't notice when the footsteps stopped behind me.

"What the f.u.c.k?" a deep, masculine voice said.

I slowly faced whoever stood over me. My eyes instantly focused on black dress pants that fit perfectly. I followed the leg-line upwards, settling for a few seconds extra on the crotch area, which I wouldn't allow myself to describe, but kept going upwards. My eyes continued upwards to a deep-blue dress shirt. The sleeves were rolled to the elbows, showcasing long, muscled, tanned arms, with beautifully-groomed hands that were about as feminine as the entire Miami Heat basketball team.

They were all man.

I slowed down when I reached the first sliver of chest hair. Whoever this was had left three b.u.t.tons unb.u.t.toned. I followed to his neck, then to his face.

Wow!

It's as if 'Love' by Nancy Adams began playing from the sound system. My eyes instantly focused on his beautiful, deep-blue eyes that looked like they're laser-beaming into my soul. I felt something stir down there as I stared up at his lips, lush and puffy, perfect kissing lips. Lips that I wanted everywhere, right here and right now. Xander, Irina, crazy girl Demetria, all be d.a.m.ned.

I wanted to say h.e.l.lo to this gorgeous Adonis, wearing clothes that looked as if they were made to accentuate every single inch of his manly body.

"Who are you? And why are you in my brother's room?" he asked quietly but sternly. Crossing his arms across his broad chest, he asked, "Why is this girl crying on the ground?"

"Um," I stumbled to say anything, still in shock over his beauty. And those gorgeous blue eyes I was desperate to swim in... to do anything with. "I um, I'm trying to calm her down."

I kneeled further down, his deep-blue eyes turning furious. "Yes, but who are you, and why are you in my brother's room?"

"Your brother is Xander?" I choked out, blinking.

"Unfortunately!" he roared. "Where is he?"

"The bedroom," I choked out again; and as he snapped to and headed towards the bedroom, I remembered that Xander wasn't alone in there. "Wait! He's in there with someone."

"Like I care," he said, then kicked open the bedroom door that had been shamelessly shut to give them privacy while I was busy attending to Demetria, who was, again, not supposed to be my problem.

"Alexander! Alexander!" he hissed, on the verge of hostility. "Get up, you f.u.c.king piece of... you're nothing but trouble!"

"Liam!" I heard Xander gasp loudly.

"What?" Irina squealed in shock. "Why is everyone ruining our privacy? Xander, what is this?"

"Alexander! Move now!" Liam growled, entering the bedroom. "Get out. Get the f.u.c.k out!"

"Why do I have to leave? I was here first!" Irina whined. "This isn't fair."

"Who is that out there on the ground crying her eyes out? What did you do now?" Liam growled.

I heard the bed squeak.

"I didn't do anything," Xander replied. "I'm innocent."

"Like you always are," Liam growled, unconvinced. "Why was I called by hotel security, complaining about another disturbance coming from your room? I thought we talked about this? I thought you said you were finished with this lifestyle?"

"I'll do whatever I want, whenever I want, big brother. There's nothing you or that old man can say to stop me!" Xander yelled back rebelliously. "I'm not your little brother anymore; I can do whatever I want. I can f.u.c.k whoever I want, and take whatever I want!"

s.h.i.t!

All of a sudden, Demetria stopped crying. She quickly wiped the tears off her face, smearing wet mascara marks across her cheeks. She pulled herself up into a sitting position. My hands were still on her arm from before.

"Get your disgusting hands off of me," she ordered brashly, glaring at my hand on her with disgust. "How dare you put your low-cla.s.s hands on me; get them off of me or else I'll sue!"

Um, excuse me?

As I pulled my hands off her arm, she yanked her arm away, snarling in the process. "Don't you ever touch me again!"

She wiped the spot on her fur jacket where I was trying to calm her down, as if it would be contaminated soon if she didn't swipe away any of the germs I must have spread on her.

"You've got a lot of nerve," I hissed at her in disbelief. "I was trying to help your psycho, f.u.c.kedup, s.h.i.tty a.s.s. Stupid!"

She got up, holding on to the side table next to the door for support. "I don't need your help; I never asked for it either! Why would I need your help? Who the h.e.l.l are you? You're a n.o.body!"

My eyes bulged.

"You're crazy. You know that." I told her, getting up. "Bat-s.h.i.t status."

She fumbled around in front of the mirror, checking her reflection for any imperfections, even though her face is covered in mascara and tears. "Call me that again and I'll sue." She turned around abruptly and left the room.

"Hey!" I called out to her as she walked out the door. "You can't just leave; you made this mess!"

She shuts the door behind her.

"What's going on out here?" Liam growled from behind as I was trying to go out and catch her. "Trying to leave without anyone noticing? Where did that other one go?"

I'd had enough of these 'people' thinking they could talk to me like this. "First of all, don't talk to me like that. I don't have to answer to you."

His eyes glowered, and I blinked. "Oh really?"

"Yeah. I don't owe you anything, or your stupid, piece-ofs.h.i.t, good-fornothing-but-trouble brother," I snapped at him, then take a huge breath before speaking again. "He's been nothing but trouble for me for the last twenty-four hours."

Liam's expression softens a little, amused now. "He's been nothing but trouble for you; yet you're here...in his hotel room...late at night?"

It sounds wrong. But he doesn't know the whole story. I had a debt to pay and I intended on paying it and moving on, forgetting this horrible mess ever happened.

"There was a problem; he helped me out. I owed him a debt; I'm here to pay that debt and get out," I snapped at Liam. "Understand now?"

"Well, consider your debt paid. You can get out now," Liam snapped back. "A reminder: use your brain in the future before you trust yourself with the likes of people like my brother."

"I'm not leaving till I pay him back," I replied. "I promised him something, and I intend to keep that promise."

"Oh really? Well, what promise is that?" Liam asked, sounding snide. "Come on, hurry up. I've got this mess to clean up."

"I will," I said, grinding my teeth at his tone, but then remembered that it was not something I wanted to share with him. "It has to be done in private."

His eyes widened. "Oh, I get it; one of those kinds of deals. Well, I'm sorry; it seems someone else has beaten you to it. It doesn't seem like my brother will be in any kind of state to be performing."

Performing?

Oh my G.o.d, he thinks I'm here to sleep with Xander.

"I'm not here to sleep him," I gasped. "I just have to give him something, that's it."

"Then give it to him and leave." Liam snapped impatiently. "I want this over with now; get to it before I call security."

The sound of high heels stomping against the hardwood floors comes crashing out of the bedroom and into the living room. Irina busted through, red-faced and furious.

"I can't believe this!' Irina screeched. "Never in my life have I been treated like this!"

I tried to hold back a smile. Liam scowled at her. "Get out!"

"Don't talk to me like that. I don't know who you think you are, but n.o.body talks to me like that," Irina screeched.

A knock on the door interrupted her power-speech.

"Thank G.o.d!" Liam said at the door, "Come in."

The door opened, and two large men wearing dark blue security suits come in. "Mr. Barns, you called, sir?"

"Escort the blonde prost.i.tute out, please." Liam ordered in a surprisingly calm voice to his security guards.

Irina gasped in shock. "f.u.c.k you! I'm not a hooker!"

Liam didn't answer her, but jerked his chin towards her, ordering his men, "Now!"

The security men quickly brushed past me, heading towards a now-frantic looking Irina.

"What?" Irina muttered confusedly, then yelled at the security guards who circled her. "Don't you dare touch me!" They grabbed each of her arms as she flailed her body hostilely. "Get your hands off of me!"

Then, all in a blink of an eye, her shoulders slumped down as if she's about to fall into a deep sleep. "What's goin' on...inside me...you did something to meh," Irina slurred. "I'm sleepy."

And with that, her entire body fell into a slump over one of the security men's shoulders. He picked her up.

My jaw dropped in shock as I faced Liam. "What did you do to her?"

Liam glowered at me, but then ignored me and turned to his security. "Take her to the other room; when she wakes up, take her down to a taxi."

The security guards nodded and walked out with Irina, snoring loudly on one of their shoulders.

"What are you guys going to do to her?" I hissed in disbelief, but scared out of my mind.

Question: what the h.e.l.l are they going to do to me?

Seeing the alarm in my eyes, Liam's eyes softened. "Mind yourself and you shall not share a similar fate as the blonde escort."

"I don't think she was an escort. I think they were just having fun together, you know, mutually," I hissed at him.

Xander walked out of the bedroom in a hotel robe. He surprisingly had a huge smile on his face. "Well, that was fun!"

Liam glowered at me, and then out of nowhere, he turned and punched Xander in the face... hard.

"It's time for you to learn your lesson, little brother," Liam stated, cracking his knuckles. "You've got to learn once and for all, and that time is right now."

CHAPTER 20.