Chapter 20
Chapter 20
Javier’s POV
He was pacing up and down his office, scratching his temples, after discovering the truth about Xavier.
Javier is renowned for being icy, but he was perplexed just now, unsure how to digest what he had
heard. He flipped his office on its side.
"Fuck!" He murmured
When she sees me, what will she say? What will her reaction be? All of those questions flooded my
mind, and I didn't see that Ethan, my friend, had already entered my office.
"Your office is a shambles. Do you want to talk about it? "
Javier understood that informing Ethan was the same as telling Sandra, but he preferred to keep the
news to himself for the time being.
"No, let's go grab some beers instead. I need a drink. " He told Ethan. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.
They decided to go to a bar. Javier's thoughts were so preoccupied with the notion that he was a father
that no amount of alcohol could distract him from reality. He realized he would have to make
compromises, then he thought of his lawyer.
Should I take her to court to court and take my son away from her, I'm pretty sure she can't win against
me
My thoughts were all over the place. I don't believe that getting to know her will do her justice. I'm sure
she despises me and wouldn't want me around Xander, my Xavier. He turned to face Ethan.
"You're in a lot of trouble. Why don't you tell me what is going on, Javier?" Ethan said.
I'd been pondering to myself this whole time that I couldn’t even hear when Ethan was talking to me.
" Where has your mind gone? " Javier glanced at his friend and informed him he needed a rest.
I entered my room after walking up the stairs. I lay down on my bed, facing the ceiling. I began to think
of Gabriella. She weighed heavily on my thoughts, and remorse began to creep in. I need to visit her
and discuss Xander and how we can co-parent him. The pressing issue, though, is if I am too late. Or
should I tell her to hand over my son, Sandra, and raise him? Why is it that everything is conspiring
against me today? Alcohol isn't working, and I'm lying here pondering about that girl, my blunder. I got
up and walked inside my car, drove to another pub this time; I needed a chick to fuck. A nice fuck
would make me feel better. I entered the bar.
"Double shots of Vodka on the rocks," I said above the music to the bartender as I took a seat. I gulped
it all at once and said, "Keep it coming!" I've never been the type to approach a woman, so I knew all
eyes were on me, and all I needed was one courageous woman to take me on.
"I can see you're all uptight. Would you like to talk about it?" A lovely woman with gigantic tits and butt
inquired.
I was staring at her, and my gaze was drawn to her ample breast. It was hard right away.
"I don’t want to talk. I want to fuck over it." With a grin, I spit that out.
I don't have time to chat with a one-night stand. When she stared at me, I knew she wanted me. I
turned to look at her. I was abrasive and desirous of her.
"Come with me!" Above the music, I roared. I couldn't drive. I contacted my driver, and he arrived
promptly.
"Hotel!" I gave instructions.
We arrived at the hotel, and I was now irritated. I wasn't as hard as I was before. The woman attempted
to kiss me.
"That's something I never do, dear." I pushed her face away from mine.
Except for Gabriella, I've never kissed a woman, not even Sandra. Even after all these years of dating.
The lady tried to get me hard, but it didn’t work. I used to be a sex-machine.
Is my dick also against me today?
What exactly is this?
I attempted to relax so that I might perhaps become hard. She continued sucking, and images of
Gabriella sucking me that night filled my mind. I turned to face the lady. She was busy sucking me
hard, and I could tell she was frustrated as she wasn’t getting me hard. I stood up and zipped my pants
up.
"Get out!" I yelled at the lady.
She looked at me as though she couldn't believe what she was hearing. My murderous cold gave
made it clear that I meant it. She stood up and walked away, and I overheard her say.
"So rude."
I couldn't give a damn. Why did I think about Gabriella, and why is my body behaving oddly? This is
ridiculous.
"Damn you, Gabriella!"
I was pretty irritated. Why was that small girl taking up residence in my mind? "Fuck!" It was 2 a.m.
when I checked the clock. "Take me to Grandma's house," I said again to my driver. I'm very sure my
driver thought I was insane today.