Chapter 5 Longing Desire

Xavier wakes up from a good night sleep with eyes meeting the ceiling. He sat up, stretching his body and lazily rubbing his eyes together. The day felt different from other days, it had a kind of warmth to it. This was an experience he nevers get on other days, it was indeed special. Dreaming of her was the best experience he had, it was also the best dream he did have in a long time. Her face!, he swears he could feel the warmth of her smile, everything around him stood still just for a moment. His life seems to have more meaning with her around.

He couldn't hold or touch her but he could feel her impact already as though she was there.

Being close to no one but his family was everything he ever knew. Working and living for them was everything he could ever possibly do. He didn't regret this at all. But encountering his dream woman, gave him an opportunity to see life in another light. Love struck when he least expected, how funny he thought. He got up from his bed, looked at the mirror and carefully inspected his face.

He stepped in the bathroom to freshen up. He steps out with his towel wrapped around his waist, revealing his well built abss and his shredded muscles. The contractions of his biceps revealed his muscular tone, as he works his hand with a towel on his head. Rubbing the towel on his damp hair made it fall in all directions of his face. The scattered hair around his face added to his face handsome appeal.

Today he didn't feel like work at all, on like other days where his life was centered on him working. He just wanted a day off and today happens to be that day. He slips into a grey short which he paired with a white shirt, revealing his board chest. He picked up his phone to order breakfast, scrolling through he can't help but notices some text messages. His mother and Peter sent him, he responded to his mother text messages, she was worried sick about him and urges he leaves work and comes over for dinner.

He must have slept off before he could get her message, he reassures her of his safety and promises to make it to dinner. He replies to that of Peter as well. He had found a renowned artist and asks to bring him over. On seeing this message, Xavier orders that he be brought to the penthouse immediately. He orders breakfast and in his wait for both Peter and his breakfast to arrive. He recalled what his dream woman looked like. She had an oval face, Almond shaped sky-blue eyes, Full lips with well-defined cupid bow, High cheekbone that gave her face a lift, Long lashes which she batted as she walked, Long black wavy hair flowing down her back, Pointed nose, Tanned skin, Full brows that were arched shaped, Her facial structure had a little bone structure, Light freckles scattered across her nose bridge and her checks.

She was indeed a ten out of ten, with this assurance he went down to his living room. The door bell rang as he made his way for it.

"That must be Peter," he thought, making his way to the door. He opens the door, he eyes meets Peter. Dressed in a black tucks, looking professional as always. Peter stands at the door with both of his hand placed on his side. He greeted Xavier and introduced the artist. Xavier ushers them in, once in Peter takes Xavier to a corner of the living room. He gives Xavier his feedback on the artist.

"He is the artist in question and also the best in town," Peter said confidently.

"If you say so then," Xavier responded to him. He makes his way to sit close to the artist.

"My right-hand man over here says you are the best artist in town," Xavier said.

"Yes, I am, sir," the artist answered, not wavering and with a confident look.

"From the look of things, I don't doubt your abilities either," Xavier said, satisfied. "Now tell me, can you sketch out a portrait of someone you can't see?" he asked to confirm his ability.

"Yes. With a correct description of the person in question, I can pull up a good portrait," the artist answered.

Satisfied by his answer and the confidence displayed, Xavier urges he get to work. The artist set up his tools and prepares to begin sketching. Xavier goes ahead, describing every detail he can remember of her.

The artist sketches a portrait of the invisible woman to the best of his abilities; with Xavier's careful inspection the portrait was ready. The portrait surprisingly has a close resemblance to his dream woman. He holds it up, admiring her beauty from a paper. The only difference he could notice was that she looked more beautiful in person.

He commended the artist for his great display of talent and urges Peter to make preparation to settle the bill for the portrait.

Peter takes his leave with the artist. Xavier holds the portrait up to his face, his face had lit up and beamed with smile. He took the portrait up to his room and carefully placed it at a corner in his room. The location allowed him to admire her whenever he so wished. He looked up at the portrait, uttering to the person in it, "Just wait, I will make you mine."

The experience of watching her felt magical, then he knew he had to do everything to have her by his side. He needed a plan to get to know her in person and soon. He picked up his phone, texting Peter.

"Meet me in the office tomorrow at work."

After this text, he was certain she did be his in no time. Soon he is awoken from his ambitious daydream by the sound of his doorbell.

"Must be my breakfast," he thought, heading downstairs to get it.