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Resisting Xavier novel Chapter 1

Xavier gulped another shot of tequila welcoming the burning acidic taste of the beverage.

 Nursing another in his hand he thought about his father's latest philandering with one of his much younger Mistress, a snobby little girl that he could swear was not a day older than his baby sister Melissa.

 What bothers him more was that he was not in the least discreet about his activities not minding the embarrassment, the shame, and social death that could cause both his mom, his little sister who still idolizes the bastard, and the dear Salvador name he has been groomed and made to protect since he was 10.

 Remembering his childhood he grimaced not knowing if he should call that period of his life that, there was nothing childlike in getting starved for six days straight because he Expressed interest in wanting to learn how to play the drums instead of the piano classes he was forced to take.

 There was nothing childlike about being verbally abused and having to watch your dad hit your mom whenever she tries to defend you when he hits you, There was nothing childlike in learning how to speak fluently in 13 different languages at 10 while his mates were still learning how to eat properly without dropping crumbs.

 Unlike his father, his grandfather Louis Salvador who had built the Salvador conglomerate with his hands from scratch was warm and kind, completely selfless in fact for him Christmas was whenever he was allowed to go spend some time with both his grandma and Pa, a holiday that does take place after a standoff involving his father and his Nonna, An affectionate name he do call his grandma.

 And most times Nonna usually gets the upper hand.

 His Nonna was an Irish island girl who was swept off her feet by his grandfather, A story they had told countless times whenever he and his little sister visited but never grew old. 

 Despite how refined Nonna was, her island temper was one to reckon with and she doesn't take shit especially from his father. She was tough and was nothing like his timid soft-spoken mother who was very comfortable acting trophy wife for his insensitive jerk of a father. 

 He could still remember how she had tried to make up excuses for all his inadequacies. Missed birthdays, missed graduation parties, his mother always chants her mantra, he is trying to give us a comfortable life.

 It still shocks him how she sleeps at night knowing fully well that all those times he was cock deep inside a tramp and gold digger he had picked on the way rather than spend it with his family, how she still lives with a man that disregards her, hits her and makes her clean all his mess while she just puts on a smile and takes it all.

 Their home was more like a house, big and cold, it was nothing compared to being with Nonna and Grandpa where there was love, warmth, and laughter.

 He closed his eyes his heart still clenching after all these years by the reminder of their tragic death, Nonna had died of Cancer and Grandpa had followed months after. His mom had said they were soulmates, inseparable, they had a soul connection and one couldn't do without another.

 He chuckled drily at how his 14-year-old self has been completely thrilled by that fantasy and how he had longed to find someone that made him belong, that completes him but 13 years later and now he laughs when he hears the term soulmates.

 But apart from the fantasy he had allowed himself to believe in, he had also made a promise to make the Salvador Inc grow in strength, a vow that strengthened with each year that passes, a vow he was finally having the chance to fulfill now he was the CEO of the company.

 He closed his eyes as the great responsibility he was currently shouldering momentarily resurfaced dawning on him.

 "What I wouldn't do for your boiled bananas right now Nonna." He whispered wistfully wanting nothing more than to be the little boy who thought his father wanted the best for him, Go back to the time when he idolized him not knowing that the man was a selfish manipulator who could love no one but himself, a cheating scumbag, a failure to fatherhood and a bad husband.

  Mr. Dominic Salvador has never been a saint, he was even more disgusting and a pig of a man in his more youthful years as Xavier remembered in distaste how many times he had walked into a compromising scene involving his father and a woman that wasn't his mother but back then he had the decency to be discreet.

 His father was never one to make mistakes so Xavier knew that his latest public misconduct was intentional and that's what puzzled him even more.

 He emptied the content of the second shot in his mouth hitting the glass against the table with more force than intended.

  "I would have what he is having please." A little unsure voice said behind him.

  He turned curiously to see two sets of very spectacular, unsure yet determined coffee brown eyes starring right back at him.

 She winked at him sliding on top of the barstool next to him as the bartender served her a shot of tequila.

 He studied her in her short black gown, red daring lipstick, and fuck me red stilettos that made her long legs endless as he couldn't help but imagine her completely naked with just the heels on her, wrapped around his waist.

 While he thrust into her against any and every hard surface easing off the rage that was about consuming him. She was gorgeous but not in the socialite frigid manner he was used to spotting in most of the drop-dead gorgeous women in his social circle.

  He was a business partner and co-owner with Mr stone the owner of lights club and he visited the place quite often especially when he wants to blow off some steam and knew her face was not a familiar one since he had a feeling he wouldn't forget a face like her's if he had seen her before.

  He smiled at the cute way she was studying the tequila, she looked nothing like the one-night stand type of girl and on a normal day, a girl with the commitment vibes written all over her would make him run the other direction.

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