Chapter 11

XAVIER’S POV "Darn it, Kimberly," I cursed at nobody, pounding the door of my penthouse behind me. The echo of her words, her indifference and the way she looked at me as if my case was the case of any man who only wanted to have fun with her, snacking on my sanity. ‘A prostitute for you to sleep with at will.’ Words so different from a knife plunged into one's chest. Amber liquid sloshed in the glass I now tried to steady while pouring a drink. I’ve handled billion-dollar mergers more calmly than i felt at the moment. Kimberly knew precisely how to unravel me. ‘This is not the way I wanted to spend my night.’ I growled to myself, pacing over the lounge: "She doesn't care, why should I?" But the image of her-those feiry eyes, shaking lips, defiance-wouldn't leave me. My cell phone buzzed on the counter. I ignored it. I needed a distraction-something to numb the sting she had left. I raised my phone and dialed a number of an old acquaintance from memory. I never thought i would reach ou