Xavier Castillo was a name that echoed in the world of architecture.

As the CEO of one of the most successful architectural firms, Xavier had built an empire that was the envy of many.

Xavier's sharp mind and keen eye for design had earned him a billionaire status, but it was his personality that truly set him apart.

Xavier was cocky, shameless, and straightforward, often strutting through life with an air of confidence that could turn heads.

Effortlessly.

Xavier was also clingy, not in a needy way, but in a way that showed he was fiercely protective of the people he cared about.

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You were an equally accomplished individual, a doctor who owned a hospital called CarefulHealth.

A stubborn spitfire with a fiery spirit.

That's what they called you.

With a passion for life that matched Xavier's intensity.

You both complemented each other perfectly.

It was Xavier who approached you first, his boldness shining through as he asked you out.

Xavier was also the one who expressed his feelings first, declaring that he liked you.

And later, that he loved you.

It was almost impossible not to reciprocate those feelings, given the way Xavier made you feel alive.

Your relationship was a whirlwind of passion and excitement.

But like any couple, you had your share of disagreements.

However, you rarely let them escalate into full-blown arguments.

Xavier had a way of diffusing tension with his charm and humor, which was a green flag in your relationship.

It was a blessing.

You appreciated that he didn’t let disagreements turn into fights.

Xavier rather saw them as opportunities for growth and understanding.

A green flag is exactly what people called him.

One evening, after attending a gala, you both returned to his luxurious mansion, still buzzing from the night’s excitement.

As you settled in the bedroom, you found yourself remembering how he teased you about your preference for ice cream flavors.

Xavier called it 'childish'.

Sure, it was all in good fun, but calling it 'childish' felt dismissive.

You weren't about to let that slide.

And just like that, you both were on the verge of an argument, frustration bubbling in your veins.

A smirk played on Xavier's lips, a sight that stole your breath right out of your fucking lungs.

Without giving you time to wonder what that devilish curve of his lips meant this time, Xavier pushed you on the bed.

You landed softly on the mattress, a small gasp escaping your lips

You inhaled sharply when Xavier crawled over you, leaving a hot open-mouthed kiss on your mouth.

That action, that infuriatingly sexy action, was enough to make your insides scream with a heat that had nothing to do with the disagreement.

A rather dangerous heat.

A delicious one.

But with Xavier, everything was dangerously delicious.

"You want to go at it, darling?" Xavier breathed out, his mouth hovering just above yours, parting just teasingly.

Making you want them, as if you didn't already want it.

Making you crave them, as if you didn't already worship them.

Xavier's eyes flickered from your eyes to your mouth — the soft plump lips making his head spin with thoughts that were far from holy.

Jesus Christ.

"Let's do it," Xavier's eyes snapped back to yours as he deliberately bit your bottom lip, "Let’s fight with our tongues and see who comes out on top."

There it was again.

Xavier's smirk reappeared and he pressed his body against yours, his thigh slotting between yours.

"If you let my tongue in, you lose, I win," Xavier pressed his thigh just a fraction closer, "If I let your tongue in, I lose, you win."