Due to an unfortunate event, childhood enemies Xyla and Maxim find themselves in a struggle to s save the company that their parents built. As a result, both of them are forced into a union that neither of them wants. Will passion take over, or will...
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An alarm goes off, and I quickly stop it without even looking at it.
This is the reason I set 14 different alarms. I know myself, and I know how easily I can stop an alarm in my sleep.
Plus, I am so dammed comfortable. I have no idea why. Did I sleep with my weighted blanket last night? I snuggle a little closer to my blanket, hugging it...but wait.
This blanket feels like it has a back chiseled by the gods.
What the fuck? I start to feel around until I accidentally grab something squishy. I pop one eye open and look at what the hell I am grabbing.
Oh, it's okay, it's just Max's ass. I relax back into the bed and close my eyes.
Wait.
MAXIM?
My head pops up, and I quickly remove my hand from his ass. That's when I fully take in the sight in front of me. Maxim is fast asleep with his head dam near in between my breasts, and both of his hands are tightly wrapped around my waist. My, what strong arms they are.
Stop it, Xyla.
My alarm goes off again, and I stop it. We have to go to the office today.
Does he even know we fell asleep like this? I mean, there is a blanket over us. Did he do that?
No. He probably did it subconsciously in his sleep because he was cold. He doesn't know I slept in his bed. He doesn't know I basically slept in his arms all night. I don't even remember falling asleep.
The last thing I remember is trying to hold back my own tears as I held him as he cried. He was finally letting it out, and if he saw me crying, he would stop and focus on me. He seems to be the type of person who puts others' needs before his own. I notice it every time he comforts me when need be.
Some of the men in the world need to know they don't have to fight their demons alone. I think I should move from underneath him. To avoid the argument about what I am doing in his bed. He would probably be annoyed that I slept in here anyway.
I slowly remove his strong arms from around my body and slip off the bed from under him. As soon as I stand to my feet, his head jerks up.
He looks at the bed, confused, before he looks around and sees me standing there. He wasn't looking for me, was he? No way.
He goes to speak, but I cut him off. I have no idea what was about to come out of his mouth.
"You should get ready so we can head out soon."
He simply stares at me in disbelief for a few seconds before nodding his head. I start to head out of his room when I hear his voice behind me.
"Xyla?" I stop walking and turn around to see him sitting up and looking down.
