Chapter 196: Xavier and Reva
They left the washroom together, moving in sync without saying a word. Xavier tugged his blazer straight as if it could hide what just happened, while Reva fixed her hair with calm and steady fingers, her expression giving nothing away.
The noise of the academy swallowed them the moment they stepped back into the hallway, students rushing past, teachers calling out, the usual mess of a day coming to its end. But under the surface, both of them carried the weight of what just went down, a spark still burning between them that neither tried to smother.
They slipped into their classes, blending into the flow. Xavier slid into his seat at the back, pulling out his books without care, pretending to listen but not hearing a damn word of the lecture. His mind kept drifting back to that locked cubicle, to Reva on her knees, and the thought made his jaw tighten.
Reva, on the other hand, sat in her class like nothing could touch her. She kept her posture perfect, eyes on the board, but every so often her lips curved the faintest bit, like she was remembering something only she could enjoy.
To everyone, she was a cold beauty who was too dangerous to approach, but for Xavier, she could drop to her knees to please him.
When the bell finally rang, they didn’t linger. Xavier grabbed his bag and shoved everything inside in one sweep, not bothering to organize. Reva collected her things with the same calm grace she always had, but her pace matched his the moment they hit the hall. No words were needed. They left the academy side by side, and then she got on Xavier’s bike.
The classes were still ongoing when they reached the Midnight Club. Neon lights flickered across the cracked pavement, painting the crowd in sick blues and burning reds. The bass from inside rattled the ground, pulling in anyone hungry for escape. The air reeked of smoke, sweat, and alcohol, and every corner dripped with sin.
Just like every other day.
Xavier pushed through the doors first, and Reva stayed close behind him.
Eventually, they left the main floor, slipping out of sight and climbing the narrow stairs that led to the private rooms above. Angel’s room and fortunately, it was empty.
Xavier pushed the door open and stepped inside first. The room was dark, save for the faint glow from a strip of light near the ceiling. It was quiet here, the chaos of the club below nothing more than a muffled hum.
Reva shut the door behind them and leaned against it for a second, her eyes on Xavier. Neither of them wasted time with talk. They both knew why they were here.
Xavier tossed his bag aside, the sound dull against the carpeted floor, and turned toward her. Reva walked forward with deliberate steps, each one steady, unhurried, but charged with heat. The space between them closed, and the tension snapped.
They didn’t play around. They didn’t test the waters. They continued exactly where they had left off.
A few hours later, the door to Angel’s room creaked open.
Angel stepped inside, expecting the usual quiet and empty room except for the faint hum of electronics. But what she saw made her curse loud and clear.
The moment her eyes landed on the bed, she froze. Reva was straddling Xavier, moving on top of him without a shred of shame, both of them too deep in their rhythm to even notice her. Angel’s jaw tightened, and before she could stop herself, a curse slipped out under her breath.
"Fuck’s sake," Angel spat, her voice sharp and annoyed, as she didn’t even stop to look any longer. She just turned around and left, slamming the door shut behind her.
She leaned against the wall, arms crossed, tapping her foot as she waited. She expected them to stop, assuming they’d have the decency, pull themselves together ,at least scramble for their clothes once they realized they’d been caught. But five minutes passed. Then ten. The sounds coming from the room never stopped. If anything, they got louder. Angel clenched her teeth and shook her head, realizing they weren’t about to quit just because she’d seen them.
It became painfully obvious. They didn’t care. They were still at it, completely lost in their own selfish pleasure, ignoring everything else, including basic fucking respect.
Finally, the door swung open. Xavier stepped out first, shirt half-buttoned, hair a mess, followed by Reva with that smug look she always wore after getting what she wanted. They walked past Angel like she wasn’t even there, leaving the faint smell of sweat, blood and cum lingering behind.
Angel walked in without hesitation, her voice dripping with irritation as she let out a long curse. "You fucking idiots," she muttered, loud enough for them to hear, "can’t you ever get your shit together?"
Angel pinched the bridge of her nose, muttered another curse, and pushed into the room. She moved to her desk, setting up her work without another word, already fed up with the whole goddamn mess. The bed sat there behind her, sheets tangled, the air still thick with the aftermath of their reckless lust.
Angel let out another groan as she tapped her wristband. A handful of mini drones shot out, buzzing low across the room. They sprayed a mist that killed the heavy smell lingering in the air, then sprinkled perfume and water until the place felt breathable again.
Reva was lying on the bed by then, sheets barely covering her, and watched the drones work. "What are you working on?" she asked, her tone casual, like nothing had just happened.
Angel didn’t even glance at her. "Don’t try to cheese me up," she said flatly. "I don’t give a shit if you two were fucking a minute ago. Not my business."
Reva let out a sigh and rolled onto her back. "Fine. I won’t make excuses then."
Angel flicked her eyes toward them now, sharp and annoyed. "Aren’t you worried about the cameras in here? Or do you just not care if half the building watches you riding him?"
Xavier, who had just finished buttoning his shirt, leaned back in the chair with a smirk. "There aren’t any cameras in this room, and you know it. So why the scare tactic? If this is your way of telling us to stop fucking in here, then good luck, because that’s not happening."
Angel scoffed and went back to her desk, muttering under her breath, but Xavier caught the twitch of a smirk on her lips.
Reva chuckled low and stretched out on the bed. "She’s just jealous," she teased.
"Jealous my ass," Angel shot back, though her cheeks flushed slightly.
Xavier smirked wider. "If you ever want a turn, you only need to say so."
"Shut the fuck up," Angel muttered, throwing a small tool at him without looking, but even she couldn’t hide the ghost of a smile tugging at her lips.
The air between the three of them carried that playful tension now, sharp but familiar, like they were all walking a line they knew damn well existed but still couldn’t resist poking at.