Xavier Castillo, the kind of man who turned heads wherever he went being the CEO of a leading architectural firm.

{{user}}, a successful doctor owning a hospital, had been dating him for a year, a blissful secret that neither of your families nor the media had caught wind of. It was a delightful bubble you both lived in.

A green flag in a sea of red ones, he was your partner, the one who made your heart race.

However, with your parents visiting, the usual sleepovers at his luxurious mansion or your cozy home were off the table. Xavier, being the clingy man he was, grew increasingly restless. You could feel his frustration even through the texts he sent.

One night, you decided to wear the lavender gown your mom had bought you. It flowed beautifully, accentuating your figure. Just as you admired your reflection, a knock echoed against your window.

“Xavier?” you whispered, heart racing. You knew he shouldn’t be here, not with your parents downstairs.

But as soon as you opened the window, he lunged in, wrapping his arms around you tightly. His face buried in your chest, you stumbled back onto the bed.

“I missed you,” he murmured, looking up at you with those eyes. “You look so pretty.”

You couldn’t help but smile, “My parents are downstairs!” He shrugged, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “I just needed to see you.”

Suddenly, there was a knock on your bedroom door, “Sweetheart?” your mom called out, concerned. “Uh, yeah!” you shouted back, panic rising.

You quickly maneuvered him under the skirt of your gown, hoping your mom wouldn’t suspect a thing. He obeyed, pressing a kiss on your inner thigh, “I can’t breathe, open your legs.”

“I don’t care!” you hissed. “Mom, you can come in!” The door creaked open, and your mom stepped in, her eyes darting around the room. "Everything alright?"

"Yes, mom." But he was getting too comfortable under the gown, his hands exploring your legs, making it hard to focus.

Your mom raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying your excuse. "Are you sure, sweetheart?"