Bed Warmer

A naked bum walks out of the bathroom. She stands and fantasizes about the man sleeping soundly on the soft cushion bed.

The whole room was a mess. Shirts, dresses, and underwear of a man and a woman were scattered on the sparkling white tiled-floor. Bed sheets and pillows are cluttered by the employed activity that causes moaning horse voices.

The woman walks towards the man, lifts the bed sheet that has been covering his half-body, revealing his black boxers fitting his long sword. She pulled down his boxer shorts and played with the shaft hanging in tranquility-that would soon be a soldier that'd be injected like a professional doctor of pleasure.

An ID could be seen on the nightstand. Written is the name of the man, Xavier Roger Croxxveil, Chief Executive Officer. The wallet placed on the nightstand is open wide, containing nothing other than a card, a few bucks, and the other IDs, together with two smartphones on its side.

Xavier is a fine man with a beautifully built body, a tall, lean, pointy nose, long eyelashes, and sexy reddish lips. His hair is messy, and artistically makes it show off his handsome face.

His head became restless from the woman's licking and sucking. Gradually, the soldier was standing on his own. Still, he is sleeping, but something is going on inside his head.

He is dreaming of a woman. Nice curves, but a blurry face. The way he moved inside of her while he slumped his sword from behind was making his mouth open a bit. He let out a groan, reacting to what the woman was doing at his length-in reality.

His mouth opened wide. "Ohh..."

Still in the dream, he sees how he grabs a handful of her hair and pulls her upwards, making her stand on her knees as he thrusts hard from behind. He would cup her mountains and gently plant kisses on her neck.

His eyes opened, revealing his glorious brown eyes. Looking at his lower body, "fuck!" he cursed, seeing how deep his shaft was thrusted into her throat.

He came with the dream of doing the woman inside his head. The woman spits out all his sticky juices on the floor.

He gazed sharply at the woman before he creased his forehead. "Who the fuck are you?! And why are you here in my office room?!"

The woman sits on his lap and caresses his wetness on his not-yet-recovering 'shaft'.

"Remember, you were drunk last night," she seductively bit her lower lip, "and you asked me if I wanted to sleep with you, Mr. Croxxveil?"

"Get off!" He yells at the woman and pushed her off.

"F*ck!" Her butt slumps on the bed. She scoffed. "Rumors are really true...you don't have a heart,"

He wore his boxer shorts. "Listen here, I can't recall you. I don't know. I probably just pulled you off to warm my bed last night. Now... I don't have any use of you so get out." He quickly eyed her body. "Be thankful enough that you have a nice body...and face? Let me think of that,"

The woman felt mocked. "I...I even dumped my b-boyfriend so I could be with you last night. A lot of women dream of you. Come on, why don't you just keep me? I'm experienced in bed-"

The woman was cut off when he tightly gripped her chin. "Keeping...isn't my thing," he grumbled, eyes were sharp as knife, "so get lost...I don't care if you walk outside without any clothes on, fuck off!"

The woman was enveloped in terror, but Xavier didn't mind ample care. The woman dresses up and leaves the room. Silence won inside the room, much better for Xavier.

He noticed the woman's phone and took it. "Look she is, even dumped her boyfriend just to have sex with me. "What an idiot brain..." he mumbles. "Women really are cheaters,"

He opens the window and throws out the phone, then he closed it, didn't even bother to fix curtains. He sighed while roving his eyes around his room. The mess he is witnessing makes his entire body tired. He is not into cleaning his room or something. It doesn't unnerve him anyway.

In the end, he decided to not bother to clean up the mess he had made. This room isn't as clean as it is though, not physically, because he would be with different women here every night. So it isn't that much to be respected.

Cleaning self is much more important than anything else. A loud sigh penetrated more than the sound of the shower hitting the floor.

After cleaning himself, he emailed his secretary to cancel all his appointments...again. After that, he went to the club.

The Club.

The location where he met the woman who drives him insane and makes him horny even in his dreams. How crazy the fact it is for someone who is known for his name all over the country.

Anyone will definitely get their heads turned around just to see the person who has the surname of Croxxveil. Numerous women fantasize about Xavier because of his Greek God body. He was perfectly sculpted and didn't overdo. His height would make you feel so small. His handsome face will definitely make you feel wet.

The place was full of different noises; people were getting on with their own pleasures, passing time alone, or hanging out with their friends. Music all over makes his chest vibrates.

He took the glass and began to sip on his drink. The ices cling as he put the glass down back to the table aisle, where the bartender is playfully grinning at every woman witnessing his entertainment-flying up those bottles and glasses on his hands and elbows. Xavier found it boring and irritating.

In the corners of the club, people could be found smoking, making out, dancing on the stage, laughing with friends, drinking a whole bucket of alcoholic drinks-this f*cking private club is alive!

"Sulking doesn't suit you," a man approaches Xavier, he sat down on the stool beside him and ordered one glass of the same drink.

Xavier answered back, "I'm not sulking, I'm thinking," before he drank the whole glass, leaving the ice cubes in it.

The bartender gave Ron his drink, and Xavier asked for a refill. He nodded. Then the bartender did and put the refilled glass in front of him.

"I've been thinking, too, lately," Ron started. "Who might that girl be?" Ron drinks from his glass and says, "she must be like a Goddess."

"I didn't saw her face because I was drunk that day and the room was dim, only lit by the moonlight that came in through the open window," he says as he sips from his glass.

Ron chuckled. "Man, you're dangerous,"

Ron's eyes were gray; he had long hair, a round face, and heart-shaped kissable lips. Although he looks like a playboy, he is not. He is the kind of friend that would give you a gift box containing flowers or greeting cards. He is soft, but his clothing style contradicts his personality. He wears street wear clothes-a playboy look.

"That was five years ago," Ron went on, "and still you can't forget that woman. There are a lot of things that could possibly be satisfying. You and your libido should stop searching for her. I've been slapped by my girlfriend when she saw me looking at pictures of women on my laptop-"

"Find her no matter what," Xavier cut him off, as if he hadn't heard what his friend told him. "I'm sure I can recognize her body,"

Ron scoffed. "Yeah, sure. I've got twenty on the list; they can't wait to see you, " Ron drinks. "Anyway, your brother is coming back,"

Xavier finally looked at his friend. His brows creased and his eyes blazed with intense. "Kalixo is coming back? Fucking when?"

"I am not sure of the date, but your father will certainly tell you. I just heard that he will try to get into one of your companies-the one that your mother owns,"

Xavier gripped his glass tightly. "That asshole!"

Xavier has two companies; one is her mother's and the other one is the result of his hard work.

"That two-faced man," Xavier continues, "he sure did want me to fall. Isn't he contented with his position being the top one?"

"In which case, you, too," Ron retorted. "You aren't contented with being the top two,"

"I have my reason, Ron. You know that. That's why I don't trust you," Xavier glared at him.

Ron chuckled. "Easy man. I'm loyal. I'm your bestfriend. Though I know you see me as your friend, and by means of friend to you, you mean a tool, yeah,"

"Quit your drama, just get me updated with that Kalixo." Xavier massage his chin. "That motherfucker should be locked up."

Ron clicks his tongue. "But your father won't allow it. Everyone will stick to Kalixo's ass once you point a finger at him. He is the favorite of all...and you're the enemy."

"Father wouldn't believe me either. For now...find that woman. I need her. She'll be my fixed bed warmer,"

"Shouldn't you focus on beating your brother to the top? If you are stressed out, do exercise and not sex," Ron couldn't believe how his friend's mind works.

Xavier stood up and grabbed a woman who was just going to pass by behind him. "Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked the woman, and totally ignored Ron.

The woman nodded. "But I can make your night wild if you want,"

"Hey, Xavier!" Ron called.

Xavier took the woman off and walked away, leaving Ron with his unbelievable reaction to his friend.

"Xavier! Comeback here!"

Every time Xavier was stressed out, confused, or had any negative emotions, he would make his nights wild and hot to make him fall asleep without any worries. Then he'll wake up refreshed and rational. His nights always made him suffocate, so he did what he thought was right for him.

He rips off the woman's underwear and throws it on the floor. The woman is sitting on the sink, waiting for his next move. The woman can see her reflection in the mirror in the comfort room.

"Suck me, please," the woman stated with anticipation.

He grinned. "In your dreams,"

He pulled the hem of her skirt up. He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and pulled the zipper down. His bulge is crafted under his underwear.

"It's your job to please me, woman,"

The woman moans when he dries his shaft to show her wetness. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it down, making the woman lift her head.

When Xavier finally pulled down his underwear, he struck his shaft without any warning.

"Oh! Oh! F-ck! " The woman's hand became restless.

Xavier didn't mind moving fast, furious, and hard. In his thoughts, the woman he had sex with five years ago played in his mind. He could hear her moans, her soft touches, the way she gripped her soft hands on his arms, and her f-cking sweet smell and taste. And that soft noise couldn't let him forget about her.

Xavier didn't stop when the woman reached her climax for the nth time. He doesn't care!

"Oh! Please!" the woman pleaded. She is pleased, but she is hurting.

Xavier gripped her hands to stop moving. This woman is not satisfying him. He buried his face in her neck and squeezed his eyes shut. He can't c*m. He pulled off and put down the woman.

"Knee,"

The woman bent her trembling knees. She could feel something stinging between her thighs, her eyes wonders frightened.

He struck his shaft against her mouth. The woman's eyes gradually got tears. Until he reached his end. He cleaned the woman's lips using his thumb. "Does a woman really cheat on her boyfriend for this?"

The woman didn't answer.

He sighed. "Clean yourself. Tell your boyfriend how you had so much fun today,"

After he cleaned himself, he went out of the comfort room.

When Xavier got out of the club, he saw Ron's car parked beside his. His friend must have been waiting. though he really doesn't care that much. He could text him and say he left already.

He rode in his car and drove in speed.

His life does certainly fuck him up. It revolves around sex, work, and sex. This is the cycle of his freaking life as a twenty-eight-year-old successful businessman. Rich, but alone.

He parked his car and got out. A couple of people were getting in and out of the gate. He looked up at the signage, reading, "cemetery." He walked towards the stalls selling candles and flowers. He bought three pieces of flowers and one candle, then he went inside.

His mother's graveyard. His mother is the only woman he doesn't hate. The only woman he adores from the day he was hurt by the last woman he trusted. Ever since, he hated women who would come into his life.

"Mum..." he whispered, before he sat.

He put the flowers. He took his lighter from his pocket and lit up the candle.

He let out a weak smile.

"Mum, I suck, Do I? I mean...I'm too tired to live here. Can I be with you now? I miss you so much."

He lie on the grass and put his arm on his eyes trying to prevent his tears-but he failed. Later, small sobs could be heard.

"I-I want to be w-with you now, Mum. I-Is it better there? There will be no pain, no competition, and no sucking life with toxic people... I'm tired, Mum," he said, his voice cracked. "Oh, fuck..."

The wind blew, causing the grass to dance, and leaves to fly into the delicate air. His hair covering his forehead parted as the warm wind touched his skin. He stopped sobbing. He had felt this warmth before. How his mother comforts him whenever he is hurt. He put his hands on his side and looked up at the clear sky. The unexplainable feeling inside his heart ceased his tears. It was as if his mother were here by his side.

A blue handkerchief flew slowly beside his face. He unhurriedly eyed the cloth and sat. He took it, before roving his eyes around, when a human figure is standing far from him. He was certain it was a woman. A white cloth covers her face as she wears a large shirt and pants. Her medium-length wavy and medium-length wavy hair synchronizes with the breeze.

He stood, wiped his tears, and sniffed. He was about to call her when she walked away fast.

"Wait! Miss!" he called out, but it's too late.

Sweating, he turn off his treadmill. He is wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. Since the cemetery scene happened, he's been fucking-ly curious about that petite woman.

His phone placed on the coffee table rung, a call from Ron. He plopped his white towel at his shoulders before answering the call. He push the green button and put it on loudspeaker.

"A fucking morning, Ron, what?" He walks toward his mini fridge and grab his tumbler.

"Moron, I waited for you yesterday night at the bar. Where have you've been?! I thought you were just having a hot night with a woman you randomly grab on? Man, my girlfriend was so upset when she knew about me being in that club! Thankfully, she is very understanding," he heard Ron sighs.

His forehead creased. "Will you stop putting your girlfriend here? Alright, I forgot to text you."

"No sorry? Bitter man," Ron laughs on the other line.

"Fuck you, Ron,"

"You are super welcome,"

He sighed. He put back his tumbler on the fridge and begun wiping his sweat on his back and chest. "Why did you even call at this hour?" He looked at the wall clock. "Five thirty am?"

"I see you haven't heard the news. Why don't you just open your flat screen TV and watch?"

With his knotted brows, he grab his phone and walk towards his office. He opened is Ipad. He uses it whenever he is watching news or reading articles.

He put down his phone on the table. "What now?"

"You opened your TV? I can't hear anything,"

"My Ipad," he simply replied. He heard Ron sighing on the other line. "What now?"

"You stubborn man. Search for the new trending article, You brother came back,"

He rolled his eyes and begun encoding their cursed surname. Croxxveil.

Ron went on. "He is staying somewhere place I forgot. It is all over the news. He even had an interview, I thought your father would tell it so..."

"Got it,"

"Hey-"

He hung up the phone. Not later than a minute he received a text.

From Ron: You are fucking welcome, my best friend. I'm so blessed. I love you :(

He grinned, before flipping phone. He didn't know why he is friends with this weird guy. He continued searching for his brother's fucking latest news. He clicked on the article, put his fist on his mouth and read the text.

'Xavier Kalixo Croxxveil, the eldest of Viocardo Croxxveil, and the number one successful CEO of one of the TOP leading company. Announced that he will take over his father's company as soon as Viocardio took on his retirement.'

'Xavier Kalixo Croxxveil, the eldest. Leading number one, came back after five years of staying with his girlfriend at Philippines.'

'Kalixo, wants to meet his beloved younger brother. He said he has a surprise form him.'

'Surprise is revealed. He will help his younger brother to his company by trying to take over one of his company. The taking over will be discussed soon.'

"Fuck..." he cursed.

He put down his Ipad before he tossed it somewhere to release his anger and punch his table. Slowly, he released the grip of his hand and breathes slowly. He shut his eyes and take a slow inhale exhales, his nerves needs to calm down. He needs to control his anger or his anger will take over his soul.

He stood and went for his morning routines.

~~

He got out of his car.

Wearing his black suit, shades, shining leather shoes, and his black wrist watch (hiding the tulips tattoo). Formal, yet he shouts for a bad boy style.

His staffs immediately bowed their heads and greeted him 'morning' he hates 'good morning'. His staffs knew that.

Staffs are afraid of him. They know how he cannot control his temper sometimes.

He walks like king, he owns the hallway. He sits like a king, somehow screams like his throne. His presence is something both admiring and intimidating. His serious face haven't seen smiling towards other people. No one. Once, someone jokes on him, but only made the atmosphere more colder.

He enters on the meeting room. As the other staffs saw him, they immediately fixed on their seats. The hot aura and tension begins.

"Everyone is here?" he asked as he seats on his throne. "Start," he removed his sunglasses and hang it on his suit's left pocket located on his chest.

Staffs started to exchange sights. Others became restless on their seats. One stood up and cleared his throat. He started his report smoothly. Xavier watched him intently, observing and listening to every words he is saying. Ticking his finger on the table as a sign he is analyzing the report.

"H-However, our..." he cleared his throat again, "our... sales dropped twelve percent-"

"Dropped?" he stopped ticking his finger. "Dropped twelve percent?!"

"Y-Yes, sir. I'm afraid that we need to change another strategies-"

He took out the paper on the folder and read thoroughly.

"A-Another strategy on selling-"

"So someone failed on his duty," Xavier stated. He eyed sharply to the one who is wearing thick glasses. A woman younger three years than him.

"I'm sorry, sir. I-It's t-twelve percent, I can assure you, sir, I-I can get it bac-"

"I shouldn't have let you took a leave,"

"B-But, sir, it's my mother's birthday, and my sister's death anniver-"

Xavier throw the papers harshly he is holding. It all scattered on the floor. "How can we achieve being the top with this lack of responsibility?!! Do your jobs properly!! All of you!! I pay you high so use your brains appropriately! This is important to me, be thankful enough I don't fire you! Your skills are important to my company, but that is not a reason for you to slack off!"

No one tries to speak.

No has the courage to.

Everyone is afraid.

He inhaled to calm his nerves. "Make sure to work this thing out. Meeting dismissed, I still have works to do,"

Xavier stood and went to his office. They should not have any dropped of sales. His brother is getting all the way to the top, but he is getting all his way to his considered rock bottom. He doesn't want to be on the rock bottom...again. Never, ever!

He sighed as he seats on his swivel chair. He still a lot of paper works to finish. He moved fast as he could. Taking his time reading paper materials and encoding, seriously taking his time to focus. His knotted brows much more creased when his secretary enters without a knock. He felt his blood boils immediately with that rude manner.

Before he could speak up, his secretary plopped an envelope, written with 'resignation'.

"You can't, secretary Kim." He immediately said.

"I needed to, for my mental health,"

His eyes became sharp. "Would you perhaps elaborate your reason?" Tone if his voice has a hint of anger issues.

"I've b-been diagnosed with d-depression, sir, due to my p-personal experiences. And I'm severely s-stressed here in your c-company. I've been waiting for you b-brother to comeback, he offered me a g-good position,"

"So you are betraying me, huh?!"

His secretary shook her head. "No, sir. I'm j-just...tired," she sighed. "I'm going to apply to your brother, that's final. G-Goodbye, sir,"

His secretary went off and leaved him like he deserved to be leaved by everyone. He can't believe how his secretary made him look like he is the most stressors of all. He grab the envelope and put it on his desk's drawer.

He sighed to calm his body system before continuing his work.

"Yeah...No one will understand..." he whispered.