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Unlike those who had decided to calm down and focus on New Years resolutions after the celebrations died down, Xavier had taken a wildly different approach. Instead he was hosting a Post New Year's party. One where he wasn't the one escaping to the party to get away from his father or to avoid another night of competing with his brother in front of the old man. The Fox family holidays had been beyond draining to say the least. As they always tended to be.. which was why he was happy to be back in New Bellevux, his own private playground unstained by his toxic family members. Save for his little sister of course, but she was always the exception and a solace in stark contrast to the rest of his family.

Having rented out Komodo for the entire weekend, this was just the first of the three nights for anyone wanting to keep the party alive to come join in. The place was in good spirits considered that he had also paid for an open bar for anyone over 21 years old. Watching the cheer and dancing from the sidelines he grinned when someone came to stand next to him. "Quite the night its shaping up to be." he stated. "Enjoying yourself I hope?"

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Xavier was all too ready to show her just how lucky she was that their paths had crossed tonight. He was eager to ravish her body with his hands and mouth. To figure out what made her squirm, moan and cry out. Not to mention he was looking forward to test her stamina and dedication in bed. All joking around aside, he truly loved burying himself in a woman such as herself. In this town where his work and his sister was all he had, he needed a healthy distraction and outlet for all that pent up energy he accumulated over the week. "Fair enough, and perhaps enough said." he noted with a wry smile, figuring that was where the topic was best left behind. "Oh I do love. You'd be amazed." was all he retorted with.

At this point in their encounter he was far too wrapped up in the feel of her to consider any deeper conversation. Besides, he had no doubt her patience was waning just as his was. Especially as his fingers located her moist slit. Warm, deliciously damp and itching to be touched. The taste of her was good, the smell even better. As his lips toyed with the skin of her throat, feeling her pulse hammer away underneath, Xavier wondered if she would stop him or encourage him. Fondling in public was not for everyone. Her previously hooded clit was now peeking out, swelling under his expert touch. He could feel her getting wetter, slicker, and had it not been for wanting to keep her needy, he would gladly have continued. He had every intention of doing so the second he got her inside the car. "Mmmh yes that would be a hassle. I'd rather work you up. Get you all ready for me." he husked back with a small but sly grin. The second her taste bloomed in his mouth, Xavier struggled not to groan at the sweet taste. God he wanted more. Pulling her with him, he walked them swiftly to his waiting car, nodding to his driver to drive them home before opening the door for her and waiting for her to slide inside. Once she had, he followed, ignoring any safety as he tugged her onto his lap and spread his own legs to effectively spread hers for easier access. Rather quickly, his hand slid back into her panties and his fingers thrust inside her slick channel as his thumb circled and pressed on her clit. "Are you going to be a good girl and cum all over my fingers Celine?" He husked, his lips hovering in front of hers before claiming them in a passionate but also hungry kiss.

Truthfully, Celine was completely sure that the joke about the plaque was just that. A joke. There was no way this man, this handsome man who was only flirting with her to end up with her in bed, would actually follow through with any other communication in the days after. Nor did he know where she lived. So Celine was more than happy to joke, because she did not believe he would actually do it. "Let's just say there's a reason I never went into anything in the health field." Celine laughed, looking up at him with a smile now on her lips once more. "I'm sure you know all about binding contracts..." Celine whispered, her retorts coming less and less now with him as close as he was. And as soon as his fingers creeped up past her hemline and crossed the threshold of her panties, most other words died on her tongue. Her brain froze, only able to focus on the feeling of him. Of his mouth on her jaw and neck. His thumb expertly rubbing circles against her clit. "Fuck." She moaned, her eyes closing and Celine couldn't help herself from giving herself over to him completely. He was singing some siren song with his touches and she was lost to the temptation. "Good.. I'd... I'd hate for you to drive." Then he'd have to stop touching her. Parting her legs more, Celine whimpered in need when he pulled back, his fingers now leaving her empty between her legs. "I need you." Celine admitted, her gaze trapped on him tasting her juices. She moaned, the sight of it singlehandedly one of the most erotic things she had ever witnessed. "Let's go." She agreed, her body falling into his as they left the bar.

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Xavier wasn't all that surprised. There were brats, and then there were BRATS. And Charlie was without a doubt the latter. She wasn't a brat just in behavior, she was one because she enjoyed the response she got to her actions and words. Which was all the more enjoyable for him. Because it meant he would not have to do anything and she would still seek him out and make a whole mess for herself and then they could both have fun when he doled out the discipline she so clearly needed and without a doubt wanted from him. "Bad girls do not get to cum." he reminded her, his tone colored with a certain sense of disapproval but also a quiet satisfaction. This was just the kind of stress relief he needed given how his family had been pestering him lately and the increasingly hysterical and desperate clients he was handling with cases they wanted closed before the holidays. Eying her as the moaning, dripping mess she was where she sat, he contemplated how best to punish her. The rude little minx.

When she smirked at him, Xavier couldn't help but laugh deep in his chest as he arched his brows at her. She truly did not know when to stop. Guess she wasn't taking any easier way out of this which most would. Her words made his fingers increase their pressure, momentarily cutting off her airways as he pulled her much smaller, light body close to his own so he could whisper in her ear. "Guess what Charlie? When I am done with you, with abusing this cute, tight little body, you will be wishing you'd apologized." Moving his hand and grip to her hair, allowing her to breathe freely again, Xavier shoved her small frame to the floor as he unzipped his dress pants and tugged down his boxer briefs to free his large cock. "Now I am going to use that filthy mouth for a while. Remember, I do have a ring gag on hand, so if you decide to make this more difficult, your jaw will pay the price." His words heavy with seriousness as he truly did mean what he said. He would not hesitate to use a toy or six if she made him do so. Then he tugged sharply at her hair, positioning her face where he wanted it and the second her mouth was open, he thrust his hips, his cock surging inside her mouth.

Still fully immersed in the effort of her self-pleasure, Charlie had barely heard the turning of the lock. She didn't even registered the sound of the door as Xavier shut it behind him. Just as she had became aware that they were no longer alone in the bathroom by their lonesome, it was too late to offer anything other than a disgruntled whine, as her hands were unceremoniously pulled from her dripping cunt. “Oh please, like the seat of this chair hasn’t seen far worse. You could have at least let me cum first!” Charlie huffed in exasperation, though it wasn’t long before the sounds quickly turned into moans, eyes practically rolling into the back of her head as he sucked every bit of slick from her fingertips. 

As stubborn as she was needy, Charlie was not ready to give up on the prospect of her sexual indulgences just yet. As he pressed his leg to her exposed core, they wasted no time in angling her hips and thrusting against him — an effort that was ultimately short-lived, but not before leaving the fabric of his pants covered in her slick. As he recounted the actions that led up to this moment, a wide smirk spread across her features — a reaction she would surely pay for; sooner rather than later, if Xavier’s latter statement was any indication. But right now, there was nothing she could do to mask her unfiltered amusement at her recent behavior. Some of her best work, in her opinion. “Not apologizing,” she managed with a hand clasped around her throat, offering an ineffectual kick of her feet as he pulled her off the ground. “The only thing I’m sorry about is that I didn’t make a mess of your chair sooner!” 

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Xavier could tell she was the type of woman that had a short fuse, which meant his amusement on her behalf probably was something he ought to keep to himself. Easily schooling his features into a more neutral expression, he nodded, able to understand what she meant. Parents were intrusive, and had expectations no one really could fully fill. They could all claim to come from a place of genuine love and concern, but not all of them were truly that genuine. His own were definitely not. "Then why do you chose to go? It would be easier just to skip it." he could not help but ask, curious seeing as with her fire, he doubted she had any problem telling anyone no.

Did she catch a glimpse of amusement cross his features? Teagan's eyes narrowed but couldn't pinpoint it, her own lips pursing tightly. She was doing her best to stay somewhat calm, though he wasn't making it easy. At the question, a shrug fell from the blonde's shoulders, fingers playing with the handle of the basket that was over her arm. "They're...parents." Which meant they had expectations and always gave at least a mild interrogation about how her life was going. "I can't say I'm thrilled about it." But Teagan knew that she owed her family a lot, so she wasn't going to skip the dinner. @mistrxavfoxblog

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If anyone was proof of why Xavier often shielded his emotions and presented a cold exterior, it was his sister. Over the years, he had seen how much emotion she both absorbed and then had to release, and he found it rather impressive that she so willingly continued the cycle. She was also so damn empathic. Feeling things for everyone she came into contact with. While it might at times be a strength, he definitely also saw it as being a weakness. It was draining to feel everyone else's emotions and always be the one who understood to a deeper level what someone else was feeling. If it was possible to tell her to stop, he would have asked her to years ago. But it was simply how she was wired. And probably one of the reasons he was not wired the same way. His own emotions and desires always surpassed that of those around him. Only with someone he loved did he prioritize them over himself. He began to shake his head as they slowly moved towards the entrance, almost there when she almost said his ex fiancee's name which made his entire body stiffen and his hands close into fists. "No Nora. You can't control everything that happens in life. You loosing the baby was not your fault. It was a variable you couldn't control. So was the damn car crash. Blaming yourself for all of this is not going to help or solve anything for you." he spoke gently still, but there was an edge to his words this time as he struggled to remain as calm has he had been a moment prior. Able to finally manouver her out of the club, he was forced to a stop by her words. This time, his calm slipped further as he forced her chin up so she would look at him, eyes dark. "Do not say that. Don't even think it. Do you hear me?" His words harsher and forceful, loathing the fact that this was what was going trough her head. It was not something he had ever been prepared to be confronted with. His sister or his lover.. "I'd rather it be her than you. I learned to live without her. But I could not have learned to live without you. So don't you wish for anything of the sort. The outcome we had is the only one I would accept. I could not exist in a world were you are not." He spoke quietly now, the words only meant for her ears, filled with thick buried emotion. But also concern. Did he have to consider her being suicidal? Was she at risk? "Come on Nora. My car is just over here."

Nora was truly a woman of multitudes, one who felt everything deeply. Her empathy was often her superpower, but right now, it only felt burdensome. There was little she wouldn’t give for that burden to be taken from her; no matter what the effort necessitated, and no matter the cost. Her appearance at Komodo tonight and her recent fit of drunken hysterics had been proof of that. An outlet for the pain and the grief that needed expression, one she could no longer contain. It was a fact that she and Xavier knew equally well. As much as she wanted to begrudge him over that fact, she couldn’t. Right now, in the wake of yet another harsh rejection, Nora needed him far too much to pretend otherwise. 

His attempts at comfort should have brought Nora some solace, but instead, it only made her cry harder. “It’s my fault, it’s… it’s all my fault!” she wailed, arms wrapping around him before burying her face into his chest. “I've ruined your night, I’m the one who ruined my marriage, I’m the one who lost my baby and the reason you lost…” Even in her inconsolable state, Nora still had enough sense to not finish the thought, or speak her name out loud; she had promised him she wouldn’t, not after the funeral that had left them both in varying states of emotional ruin. But now, Nora had returned to a similar condition as she had been on that day. The ability to form any semblance of coherent and rational thought was well beyond her. “It… it should have been me…” This was the first time since arriving to New Bellevoux that she had been able to verbalize the thought. Had Xavier not been holding her close, she surely would have fallen to the ground. Instead, with knees threatening to give way beneath her, Nora collapsed further into his embrace, grateful that their location near the doorway offered a slight reprieve from the pounding music and the presence of club-goers. “I wasn’t supposed — I was not the one who should have made it out of that car. And I wish... I wish I hadn’t been.” 

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He was amused that she was still arguing slightly about the plaque. Maybe she didn't realize how many ways a lawyer could obtain information. Then again, he kind of wanted to let that too be a surprise and see how she might react afterwards. It would be fun to both surprise her and possibly give her a tiny bit of pause as to what kind of man she had gotten involved with. "You'll be amazed at what I can do with the right motivation love." was all he said in response with a wicked grin. She would soon learn how much of a man of his word he was. "Fair enough. Makes you squeamish does it? I can respect that." he nodded a bit, finding her face when her nose wrinkled to be absolutely adorable. "Oh very binding indeed. Much more so than any legal document." he teased back, breathing her subtle perfume in, already itching to have her all to himself in the bedroom. At this point the wait was excruciating and he wanted to get her home to his place as soon as possible. He could tell she was as drunk on his touch as he was intoxicated to keep touching her by the way she leaned into him and the lovely groan he managed to elicit from her. She was so wet for him already.. and he couldn't wait to taste her. Slipping his thumb inside her panties, he used the pad to rub directly on her clit as his lips kept treasuring the skin of her jaw and throat. "My driver is waiting in the car." he husked back in hushed tones, as always prepared for anything. He tortured her needy cunt a few moments longer, relishing her wetness and the supple feel of her against his fingers before he withdrew them and steered her with him towards the door instead. "Lets get going then. I can't wait to get you alone." he admitted, teasingly sucking her juices off his thumb as they moved.

Celine couldn't hide the wide and bright smile on her lips. Not when her head was spinning from the shots they had just taken. Plus, he was charming and the way he smiled at her was infectious, only causing her own smile to grow again. "Ah, but to mail it to me, you'd have to know my address and where I live. Though I do want my plaque." Celine reminded him with a giggle as she wagged her finger teasingly at him. And she never took hookups home, Celine always went with them to their place or a quickie nearby. To her, it was all still a joke, but she would have been thrilled if he did in fact make and send her one. There was something so alluring about a man who would follow through with her little joke. "Yes, but both my parents are still alive and I don't really like the sight of blood." Her nose wrinkled up. "Plus, a pinky promise is very binding, you should know that Mr. Hot Shot Lawyer." Her head was swimming from it all, from the shots, the way he spoke, the closeness of the very attractive man and the way he stared at her like he was ready to tear her clothes off then and there. God she wanted him. Involuntarily she let out a small moan at the way his dark eyes took her in. Celine leaned her cheek into his touch, her lips nipping at his before he pulled away, silently begging him not to stop kissing her or touching her. Again she parted her legs further, his fingers finding her clothed core. Celine groaned louder this time, her hips giving a small involuntary movement begging for more. How wet he would find her to be! And his actions were only making her more wet, now totally infatuated by his touch. "Can you drive?" Celine gasped out, a sharp moan biting into her words. She couldn't in her current state, but maybe he hadn't drank as much as she had tonight. "But yes!" Celine gasped out. "Yes, I want to go home with you." She needed to go home with him actually. Xavier was effecting her beyond what she would have imagined him able to do.

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It had been a while since his firm had handled a large court case, and the pause had made them a little rusty. Which Xavier could not tolerate. They had to pull together and use some overtime to make sure every part of this case, all the testemonies, evidence and depositions had been carefully gone over, checked for facts and filed correctly for the prosecutor. Usually he would handle the case personally, but because of its size and connection to the state pressing charges, they had been working with the county on this. And the state had appointed their own prosecutor. For hours he had been going over documents, pictures and tape recordings. It was tedious, and his mind was looking for any excuse to take a break.

And yet, the most amusing sport in the world was to watch Charlie work herself wet and silly by trying to get his attention. She was getting brazen tonight. Probably just as bored as he was with work and wanting some action. But he knew that if he held out just a little longer, she would tilt. And when she tilted, he would have a blast reprimanding her before giving them both the pleasure they both craved. His dark chocolate hues shot to her eventually, as she both dared to throw her expensive shoes at him, and fuck up his desk. Steel gathered there in response to her actions. He'd expected her to yell at him or at least speak. But when she flew into his bathroom instead, he tilted his head before slowly rising from his chair and sauntering over to the door, listening in. Once he heard her moan, he knew he had to act. The little minx was getting herself off, in his bathroom, without permission.. Naughty did not even begin to describe it.

Pulling out his master key, he easily and swiftly unlocked the bathroom door and opened it to step inside. He then closed and locked the door behind him, his fingers on auto pilot as his eyes took in the sight of his bratty girl, in his expensive barbers chair, dripping all over the fine leather. Given that she was so absorbed in her own actions, he wasted no time crossing the floor to her and yanking her fingers from her aching cunt. Holding her hand by the wrist, he brought her fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. With determination, he placed his leg between her thighs, his knee cap pressing against her soaked slit, as his hand let hers go but moved to her throat. "Making a scene. Throwing pumps at me. Locking yourself in my bathroom. And attempting to cum all over my chair.. You really do ache for a spanking don't you Miss Haugen?" he asked in a calm, but also rather frosty tone. Making sure to apply pressure on her windpipe, enough that it was uncomfortable but not so much that she wouldn't be able to breathe, he slowly pulled her to her feet. "You get one chance to apologize, before I dole out your punishment. How do you plead?"

Another long day had turned into another late evening at the office, though this was hardly uncommon in Charlie’s line of work. Tedious and mind-numbing at times, but entirely common, all the same. As far as she could tell, it appeared tonight would be much of the same, though that hardly meant she couldn’t attempt to enjoy herself in the process. 

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Initially, Charlie had hoped Xavier would join her in the fun, so she started with all of her usual tricks: lingering in his doorway, staring him down with a tilted head, unbuttoning her blouse until her torso and braless chest were exposed. But nothing had the effect she had intended; he barely even stirred when she let out a sharp, heated breath. Intentional on his part, no doubt, but she had neither the patience nor predisposition to pretend she wasn’t hot and completed bothered by this series of unexpected events. If he wasn’t going to indulge her… fine. She was simply going to have to indulge herself. 

Removing her shoes — designer black pumps that Xavier had gifted her — Charlie promptly aimed them towards his head, brushing all of his immaculately-sorted paperwork onto the floor as she stomped past, before ultimately walking into his bathroom and slamming the door shut. As expected, no measurable response from him, as far as she could tell. Good. Fine. Great! If he wanted to play that game, she could too.

Sitting down in a nearby chair, she wasted no time before spreading her legs, fingers quickly finding their way through lace fabric, one that had already been dripping wet before she began massaging her clit. It all quickly became a blur; an eye-rolling, back-arching, moan-inducing blur. She did hear a set of footsteps and a clanging of keys but Charlie couldn’t have cared less. Not even about the condition his favorite chair would be in once she came all over it, knowing full well it was off-limits to her. This was her time now.  

“Go away! I’m busy ! I’m… nggggh, oh fuck…I’M BUSY!” 

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If growing up with Nora had taught Xavier anything, it was that she had a lot of emotions all at once. And the worst thing he could do, was to be reactive to those emotions or what might come out of her mouth when she was upset. He had been on the receiving end of a lot of harsh words with her, but never once had he taken them to heart. Only when she was calm again did he put much stock in what was thrown his way. "Nora, you are not nor have you ever been a burden to me. This isn't your words. I know you want something deeper out of interactions with men, you have told me so yourself." he spoke calmly but firmly, assured that he knew what was in her heart, not what she had impulsively chosen to do out of distress. That was the beauty of their close knit relationship. He knew his sister to her core.

Releasing her, but slowly keeping pace with her movements, Xavier followed her gaze to the male she had talked to cozying up to another girl. He was not surprised, though his anger burned somewhat for the slight to his sister. Most men, himself included, were pricks who did not think much about anyones feelings once they'd had a few to drink. And most only ever wanted one thing. To get their dicks wet. Noticing how Nora turned back in his direction, he extended his arms to her. Letting her know he was there ready to keep her steady and safe. Once she leaned into him, he held her tight with one arm, while guiding them both towards the door, attentively listening to her words. "No sweetheart. He is just another pig who does not deserve your tears. I know everything is such a mess and very rough for you right now. That's why I am trying to protect you from all of this. You aren't ready to handle the ups and downs of it yet. Give yourself some more time and you will be." his words were gentle and reassuring. Hopefully this one stint would be it and she would understand that she wasn't in the best state to cope with this yet. "Nora, you are enough. You are more than enough. You just came out of a long term marriage. You went trough something traumatic. I know your brain is telling you that its on you, that you are to blame. But that is not true."

“Maybe that’s the point, Xav! Maybe I want to be indecent! Maybe I want to be scantily clad and throw caution to the wind and to not be a complete burden on my big brother, for once in my sad and desperate and pathetic excuse of an existence!” The words of her mother rang inside her head at the latter part of her confession. It was hardly the first time a similar statement had driven Nora to such a state. Tonight had been no exception; it was painfully obvious that a recent interaction between them had led her to a place she wouldn’t go near otherwise, and she was sure Xavier knew it, too. 

Determined to find the man that Xavier had scared off, Nora attempting to push off the steadying hands of her older brother in search of her former suitor. But her resignation quickly turned to regret, once she noticed him in a nearby corner with another woman, bodies pressed together in a way that made Nora’s stomach churn. It wouldn’t hadn’t taken much, given the alcohol that she consumed, but the visual was more than enough. The feelings she hoped to push away returned with a vengeance, the image of the duo snogging in the corner causing her to immediately rush back to Xavier, whose arm was already outstretched towards her. Still the image continued to burn in her brain; a vivid reminder that, no matter what she seemed to say or do, it was never enough. She was never enough. “Am I that repulsive? That off-putting? That… that…” Words failed her now, voice cracking as she leaned into her brother, with quivering lips and tears in freefall. “W-why can’t I ever just be enough? Will I ever be enough?” 

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Noting the conscious way Brad slowed his breathing down, Xavier could not fully hide his amused smile. It wasn't often that friends rushed to make the time to be with him. Sometimes he had to remind himself that people in the US were much more invested and genuine in their friendships than he had known his fellow cuntry men to be. Hearing Brad crack up, Xav glanced over at him with both curiosity and mirth. "We probably do. Its rare that a guy I considered my competition in the bar wants to hang out later." he agreed with a grin, leaving the menu be for now to hold up his end of the conversation. "That is great to hear. Every buisness has its ups and downs. I can't say it has. Well, apart from this stunning girl I met recently. For once its been great to get to know someone past the first hook up."

"Great," he said with a nod as he slowed his breathing down to catch his breath, as he was no longer in a rush. He was thankful for not being too late, as he wasn't exactly someone who liked to do so. As they walked from the front to their assigned table, Brad couldn't help but chuckle to himself at the bizarre circumstances surrounding his friendship with Xavier. "You know, we probably have one of the strangest starts to a friendship," he pointed out as he sat down and placed the napkin upon his lap and taking a sip of the water. "And to answer your question, yes. Things are doing pretty well. How about you? Anything out of the ordinary happen as of late?"

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Xavier could imagine that August's profession was one where being professional might actually become a hindrance to offer the type of support and care grieving families might need. He understood why, and he had the utmost respect for him being able to navigate that on a day to day basis. It had to take a certain emotional toll. And then being a father on top of it.. Suffice to say the man sitting in front of him was one that impressed him. "I can only imagine.. your clients probably require a lot more emotion and care from you than mine ever would." he said with a knowing nod. Moving the proceedings along was good at this point. They might have strayed a bit off topic, but for once Xavier was glad of it as he had gained a new friend in the process. He ought to check if August was free for drinks or something in a week or two. "Excellent. Then I will send it by email. And absolutely. If at any point you require a physical copy, we will have it stamped and notarized within the day for you." Looking over his notes, Xavier slowly shook his head. "No I have everything I need to proceed. If anything should come up I will call you." he assured before offering his hand for August to shake. "Thank you for coming in and for taking the time for us to get to know one another. Maybe we can get together outside the office in a bit?"

Nodding as he understood, August could see why the other chose to keep his business life professional, not letting it effect him emotionally. August too tried his best to do that, but sometimes it was just too close to home. That was sadly part of being in the field he was in; it was nearly impossible to not become emotionally invested. "I definitely try, but, sadly it's a lot harder to be emotionless when you work for the morgue." he admitted. Though August was sure the other knew that; he didn't need to explain himself. He was relieved when the other confirmed the paperwork he had was what he needed, and he offered a small smile at the assistant who came in, returning his attention back to the lawyer only once she was gone. "An email is more than fine with me." he confirmed. "If I need a physical copy at any point I can just come by." he admitted. "Is there anything else you need from me?" @mistrxavfoxblog

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Looking at her, he could tell it went against her nature to hold her tongue. The first impression being that she was feisty and rather blunt. Rough around the edges. His words clearly not easing the urge to lash out. Which had been the point really. While passive aggressiveness wasn't Xavier's main style, he found it amusing to use it when the other party was hot headed. Given his work he was far too used to other goading him or looking to strike nerves or make him wobble under pressure. Which left him fairly good at controlling his emotions and expressions. Being able to think before he spoke or reacted. "And that's usually a good time?" he guessed. "If I were in your shoes it would guarantee a miserable evening." he chuckled under his breath at the irony.

Inwardly, she knew he was right. And Teagan managed to bite back the retort that threatened to escape. Because she'd already snapped at him once -- and apologized, which was a rare occurrence. She didn't want to have to do it again. But the calm scold makes Teagan's ears burn, and she bites down on the inside of her cheek. His next comment seems genuine, however, and she lets out a small hum, lips pursed. "I'm supposed to have dinner with my parents, so we'll see." There was no guarantee how that would turn out. Reaching forward, she grabbed the guacamole off the shelf now that he'd moved, dropping it in her basket. @mistrxavfoxblog

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Xavier could tell that the other was beginning to see that this would not be a cut and dry job he could easily bang out. He wasn't just any customer. Then again that was what he wanted Evren to know. There was no use hiding his true intentions and needs as a customer because then he wouldn't get what he wanted in the end. It was the true mark of a great artist, who could balance what the client was asking for, and their own form of self expression in their art. Xavier had no doubt Evren was that kind of artist, based on the questions he had asked. "Of course. And please call me Xavier." he said with a nod of respect. Personally he was quite used to going by his last name, especially in a work capacity. But since it was refreshing to distinguish work from personal life, especially in this quaint small town, he had started giving out his first name more often. One of the many small changes about him since he and his sister had moved here. "Yeah? Excellent." Interest flamed in his brown orbs, as he patiently waited while images were clearly being located. Once two were shown to him, Xavier could not help but arch his eyebrows in both a tiny bit of surprise and admiration. Those were pretty immaculate. There was hard to find any apparent flaws in both design and style. Nodding to what was being said, he took the liberty of scrolling trough some of the other photos on the social media account that clearly was Evren's online portfolio. After the fifth photo, he had no need to see more. It was very clear that this was the man for the job. "No discredit to Leo, I am sure he is very proficient as well. But I do like your style and sense of realism. I'd very much like us to look over the design I have and come up with a final piece. I don't want a full on replica, so there's definitely room for you to express yourself in the design as well. What I have is a base idea."

Evren had to admit, he had a feeling from the moment this man had walked in that he was going to be one of the more difficult clients he'd dealt with. It wasn't that Evren minded people that knew what they wanted, it was more so the people that had complicated tattoos and were being so picky the artists creativity was no longer their own. He was all for making the clients happy, but when it hindered his own ability of self expression he had to draw a line. And there was something about this male that Evren had sensed would be a little particular the moment that he'd walked in the door. He waited to check out the other guy's expression after he explained what it was each artist was capable of, and he nodded when he stated that himself of Leo would be the ones he was most interested in. "Please, call me Evren." he spoke, leaving out the typical 'Mr. Osman is my father'; that statement was overused on more than one occasion. As the other mentioned that he wanted a family crest, Evren nodded. "I've done a few of those myself. " he added, picking up his phone and going to his social media account where he'd promoted the two best ones he could remember and showed them to the guy, the first one being a smaller arm piece but intricate in detail while the second one was much larger, and a back piece which the other stated he wanted. "Leo's style tends to lead a little more cartoony. And that's not me saying he's not right for the job, I believe that he could handle it if you wanted him to. He just likes that style for more sincere pieces whereas mine is a little more traditional. I want it to represent what it's supposed to." he spoke. "Take a look, let me know your thoughts." @mistrxavfoxblog

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Her humor and ease was so damn attractive. She was so full of life and laughter, while also being sweet and coy. Xavier found himself wildly intrigued and even curious to learn more about her. So what if he couldn't ever commit to her? He could and decidedly would still enjoy every second in her company. "It will be at your door in two days." He confidently told her, meaning every word. He would have it arranged for when he woke up in the morning. She might think he was only joking or saying what he thought she would like him to, but he was serious. And he hoped she would send him a picture or something of herself with it once she had it. "Yeah! There are lots of serious ways to make a promise. An oath, a blood promise, a handshake, swearing on a parents grave." he listed several, unable not to chuckle at her rebuttal. He'd only made pinky promises with is baby sister, and those he never broke, so in all fairness, she might be onto something. "And I would say self assured. It is alluring." He admitted, eyes still swirling with naughty ideas and deep felt lust. If he didn't have the restraint he did, he would have pulled her into the bathroom with him to have her right then, right there. But he wanted more than a quick fuck with her. His thumb stroked over her warmed cheek, wondering what she was thinking. Seeing as she responded in kind, just as hungry as he felt, it was hard to break away from their searing kiss. He settled for tasting her skin, as his fingers sliding up beneath her dress now that she had given him the go ahead. Nails teasing the soft skin of her inner thighs, while the palm of his left hand pressed against her clothed core, griding down a bit, his wrist moving in small circles which she would be sure to feel. "My car is right outside. I'm ready to go. How about you?" he whispered in her ear again, nipping at her earlobe and tracing the shell of her outer ear with his tongue.

Celine, while joking, had been a bit serious about wanting the plaque from him. It'd look nice on her desk at work, and it would give her something to remember this stupidly handsome and charming British man by. "I'll hold you to that." She grinned up at him, but couldn't deny the surge of excitement that flowed through her. Even if he was only being a charming man and just telling her what she wanted to hear. Maybe he did think this was only a joke. "Girlish?" She laughed. "Now I take offense to that. This is very serious business and therefore needed a very serious way to seal the deal. You can't break a pinky promise, you know." Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she stared at the man, feeling the effects of the alcohol. But he still locked his pinky with hers and shook. She could only grin in response. "Some would call me opinionated." She laughed. With him looking at her like that, Celine could imagine them getting closer. She could imagine those lips on her body. Maybe how he would sound in bed. Oh, yes, her thoughts were taking a very naughty turn with the way he was looking at her. Celine felt the blood rush to her cheeks as she blushed. That feeling didn't leave when he won and his words dripped with a double meaning. "Xavier." She repeated his name, her own lips brushing against his before he captured her lips in a kiss. She felt breathless as his lips collided with hers, her own movements turning hungry as a spark ran through her. She closed her eyes, chills running up her spine when his one hand scraped against the edge of her white dress, silently asking for permission to move up. She gave it, her legs parting slightly as she kissed him back eagerly. When he finally gave her a chance to come up for air, she was grateful he only kissed up her jawline, leaving a heated trail in his path. "I'd like that a lot." She whispered, her chest heaving slightly.

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Given the fact that his sister was reeling from a heavy divorce and other medical outcomes he could barely make himself think of; this was the last place Xavier would have expected to find her. Her heart had been shattered many times over and she was very vulnerable right now. He'd thought she would be at home on the couch with a good book. Keeping herself and her heart safe from strangers that would certainly do more harm than good. Especially some ragtag small town American with their flimsy southern charm aimed only to bed another girl for another notch in their bedpost.. No the last place Nora should be was here.

And despite it all she was. Which meant that he had to thread carefully to avoid both a scene and resistance if he were to successfully get her out of here in a timely manner. He suspected that despite their co habbitating she was getting lonely and with a few drinks under her belt, she suddenly had the courage to talk to another male that she was not related to. Maybe she'd even considered bedding one to feel something different. Well not on his watch. His arms gently went to her shoulders when she all but fell into him, trying to steady her slight frame. "Talking turns to other indesencies fairly quickly at this hour sweetheart. I am only looking out for you." he said, calm and almost quiet in response to her drunken dramatics. This wasn't the first time he'd dealt with his baby sister in a drunken state. Her emotions would be all over the place which made her hard to predict, though commonly she calmed faster if he remained calm himself.

"Nora, this is a seedly nightclub. No male in here are worthy of you. Come now, let me take you home."

A homebody at heart, Komodo was hardly Nora’s haunt of preference, particularly on a Friday night. Or any establishment of New Bellevoux’s night life scene, for that matter. She much preferred the calm and familiar comforts of the apartment, though, in truth, spending a spontaneous night on the town had done wonders for her post-divorce confidence. And now, after, a few rounds of overpriced drinks from overly complimentary club-goers, she understood the appeal. 

Nora had been conversing with someone who fell into the latter category, who, as time went on, had proven to be decent company. That wasn’t saying a whole lot given her current prospects, but he had been a pleasant distraction, all the same. She hadn’t really been sure how much time had actually passed; it was safe to assume it had been an hour or two at least, given that he had just ordered the pair of them a third round of drinks. Or was it their fourth? Between the flashing lights, the pounding music, and their shared attempts at idle conversation, it was one of the last things she had paid particularly close attention to. 

The same could not be said of her brother, when Nora saw him storming towards the pair of them. It all happened so quickly: a raised voice, a pair of raised hands, and the swift departure of the man she was sure she would never see again. “Was that really nass… cessa… nec… we were only talking!” Nora huffed, standing to her feet in exasperation, an effort that caused her to practically crash into Xavier and the club-goers in their immediate vicinity. “I’m fine! Just fine! Don’t I look and sound fine to you?” A question she intended to be completely rhetorical, one she definitely didn’t want him answering; even in her current state, it was’t one she was ready to hear. 

“Well, he said I looked fine. More than fine. Why did you have to scare off my last chance to find a husband? Do you want me to be a single old bat forever?!” 

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It was rather rare for Xavier to have made friends over a failed conquest. He wasn't someone other men looked at and immediately thought would make a decent friend or wing man. He supposed they were rather threatened than warmed to him based on his looks, his expensive clothing and love of high shelf whiskey and expensive wine. Which was why it was humorous still to this day that he and Bradley had got on so well. Maybe it was the slight age difference that did it, or the fact that the other was very good natured and well mannered. Regardless, Xavier was glad to have a friend to spend time with in New Bellevux. Aside from his work which could be rather all consuming, and his nightly endavours, and of course his baby sister, he found his time table was often all filled up. Waiting for Brad at the front desk to be seated at Dino's steakhouse, Xavier could not recall having visited the place before. Maybe because the menu reminded him of his parents luxury cabin trips where his father would force him and his older brother to come hunting for their dinner, often demanding that they either watched or participated if the kill was large and had to be flayed before dinner. None were particularly pleasant memories. Once his friend showed up, he smiled with a knowing nod. "No need to apologize, I haven't waited that long." he said reassuringly. Giving his name to the waitstaff, he fell in step next to Brad until they were at the table. "I assume things are going well these days?" he asked curiously. Brads profession was so far from his own that he was always a bit intrigued.

Who: @mistrxavfoxblog and Brad

Where: Dino's Steakhouse

When: August 2024

Very rarely would one find a potential friend in the same man that had hit on the very same woman you had. But for Brad and Xavier, that is exactly what had happened. What was supposed to be a night of flirting, turning into a night of shame and laughter for Brad. Brad, after turning on the charm had stepped up to the plate to flirt with a beautiful woman only to go down swinging after finding out she was not interested. Not just not interested in him, but not interested in men at all. So cutting his losses, Brad hung out at the bar and after a little while saw another man attempt the same thing he just tried to. It was like looking in a mirror and watching an instant replay. So after the other failed, Brad went over to him and bought him a drink. That was three months ago and fast forward to now, those very same guys had struck up the most random of friendships. "Hey man sorry I'm late, I got stuck filling out paperwork at the practice." He said to Xavier as he met him at the restaurant.

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Arching an eyebrow as he turns towards the stranger, Xavier can't help the steely glint in his eye at the attitude. "Free country is it not? Politeness gets you much further, just a tip for next time." He says, eerily calm as he steps to the side to let her pass. Its rare that a pretty woman is tense with him for no reason, though given the heavy breath and her apology, she must not be in the best headspace at the moment. "That's alright. We've all had one of those. I do hope it turns around for you." he offers, having decided since she first spoke not to stoop to a level where he would snark back. Its not worth the possible escalation, especially now that she's apologized.

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"Do you plan on moving any time soon? You're blocking half the isle." Teagan huffed, though as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she knew the attitude wasn't warranted. But he was standing in front of the grated cheese brand that she wanted, and had been for almost a full minute. Biting the inside of her cheek, the blonde took a breath, adjusting her tone before she spoke again. "Sorry, it's been a long day."

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Xavier knew he wasn't the easiest client, nor was he always mindful of his extravagant ways. As someone who had grown up entitled, he knew he also came off that way now and then. Especially if someone wanted to know a price or was talking worth with him. Because in his mind, he would pay what was asked and more, if he got what he wanted. It was that simple really. If he wanted a flawless tattoo in a specific style and design, he would pay the artist he believed could deliver that. No more, but certainly no less. When the other admitted he was the owner, Xavier immediately put down the books he had been handed on the counter. "Excellent. Then I am speaking with the right person indeed." he said with a pleased smile, a low chuckle of assent following. Xavier listened closely, his eyes moving to the female artist and giving her a nod. As it seemed, his choice was going to fall between Leo and Mr Osman over here. Seeing as he wanted something that was realistic, but required a very steady hand and clean lines. Fishing the forest green book out of the pile, he opened it on a random page, curious as to what he would find. He took a look at the pictures, nodding in appreciation. "Sounds like. I have a family crest I want done on my shoulder. It is fairly straight forward, but I don't want it looking too gimmicky or cartoonish." As he spoke, he pulled up a picture of it and handed the phone to Evren so he could see for himself. "Given your presentation I believe you yourself or Leo would be the right choice. But you tell me? Is it up your alley?"

Evren knew that one of the best parts of being a tattoo artist was building that clientele, but even more so building the clientele that was branded more towards that artists particular style. It was the best part about tattooing, in his opinion. And while he personally was a man of many talents, he did have some other stylists that worked for him that had a more specific style. He looked up, clearing his throat before he thought for a moment. "I'd hope so, this is my place." he laughed, looking at the books in the guy's hand and smiled, slumping in his chair for a bit, thankful to be able to relax. "First we've got Zoe. She's definitely our newest tattoo artist and does a lot of piercings too; she's got a much more feminine touch. Lots of water color tattoos; but she loves her surrealism tattoos too." he spoke, snapping his fingers in her direction as she appeared practically out of no where. "Z, give the man a wave would you?" he added, watching as she waved and then rolled her eyes. "Next we have Leo. He's been here for about 5 years now? Honestly longer than me. Still not sure why he didn't buy the place, but, his specialty is realism, and he's damn good at it." Evren encouraged. "Then we have Finn, who's been here for two years now, and is big into tribal, black work, geometric, that kind of stuff." Evren added. "And then there's me. Evren Osman. That forest green book in your hand is mine. I can do basically anything outside of watercolor and that's just because I don't like the technique required for it." he shrugged. "They're all talented as hell, so honestly it's whatever you're looking to get done." @mistrxavfoxblog