Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Another hangover plagued me as I opened my eyes to my phone beeping. I reached over and grabbed it, noticing a text message from Max.
“Where the fuck were you last night, and who the hell is that guy you’re with? My sister posted a pic of you and him on Instagram.”
Wow. Really, Max? He goes to the ballet with some skank, and he has the nerve to question me. As angry as I was, I didn’t want to start an argument with him on the day of our engagement party. I didn’t owe him an explanation. It was none of his fucking business where I was or what I did. He broke the rules, not me. I didn’t reply. About an hour later, there was a knock on the door. Shit. I knew it was him. I climbed out of bed in my silk nightshirt and stumbled across the apartment. As soon as I opened the door, Max came barreling in.
“You didn’t answer my text message!” he shouted.
“Will you be quiet? The girls are still asleep.”
He stood there, looking sexy as fuck and slowly shaking his head at me. The anger that consumed me was quickly being replaced by my desire for him. Shit. Shit. Shit . I knew what was about to happen. I could see the hunger in his eyes.
“Damn you, Emma.” He walked over to me and smashed his mouth into mine, cupping each side of my face with his hands. I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him as he held me up and carried me to the bedroom, kicking the door shut with his foot. He lay me on the bed, and I scooted up, laying my head on the pillow as he pulled his shirt over his head and his jeans off, kicking them to the side. He stood at the end of the bed and reached up under my nightshirt, grabbing the sides of my panties and pulling them down. My eyes closed as his tongue slid up my inner thigh, teasing me and begging for more as the warmth of his breath enveloped my aching sweet spot that was filled with lust and desire for him. The wetness of his lips grazed over my clit as his fingers imprisoned my insides. Soft, sweet moans escaped him as his mouth pleasured me beyond words. The buildup was happening as my hands planted themselves on each side of his face, holding him down there until I climaxed. As much as I wanted to scream from the gratification of his talented mouth, I couldn’t because of Molly and Kara. My body tightened as my release came, and I threw my head back in delight. His tongue embarked on a journey up my torso while his hands pushed up my nightshirt, exposing my breasts. Grasping the left one with his hand, his mouth worshiped my entire right breast before his lips clamped around my hardened peak, nibbling and suckling before he moved over to the next one.
I wanted to touch him and feel his hardness in my hand before he fucked me. He scooted up closer so his mouth was hovering over mine. He looked into my eyes before softly kissing me. Reaching down and taking hold of his cock, I moved my hand firmly up and down his length as he gasped while I ran my thumb over the slickness of his engorged head.
“I want you to ride me,” he whispered as he rolled over and pulled me on top of him, slowly pushing himself inside of me.
I inhaled deeply as I sat up, driving him deeper inside of me. His fingers took hold of the bottom of my nightshirt, and he slowly lifted it over my head, exposing my entire naked body to his eyes. As I moved in small, tight motions on his cock, his hands kneaded my breasts and tugged at my nipples before he pulled me down and took them in his mouth. The buildup was happening as I sat up and planted my hand firmly on his chest while I circled my hips and then moved back and forth, causing him to throw his head back. Grabbing my hips and holding me in place, he lifted himself and thrust in and out of me as fast as he could, sending me to the peak of another orgasm. Panting, and with my heart racing, I released myself on him as he released himself inside of me, pushing deeper with one last long stroke. I collapsed on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight.
As our breathing calmed, I rolled off of him and turned on my side, facing him, stroking his bare muscular chest. He looked at me and kissed my head, lifting his arm up around me and pulling me into him.
“I want to know where you were last night,” he spoke.
I lifted myself out of his grip, got up, and put on a new pair of panties.
“How was your date with Christine?” I asked as I slipped on my nightshirt.
He placed his hands behind his head and glared at me.
“How was the ballet, Max?”
As I stared at him from the end of the bed, he bit his bottom lip. “How did you know?”
“It doesn’t matter how I knew. You broke our agreement.” I walked out of the bedroom and headed to the kitchen for some coffee. He followed behind in only his jeans. Kara and Molly were sitting at the table, staring at us. I watched as their mouths dropped to the floor as they stared at Max.
“Don’t get smart with me. Who was that guy?”
“And who the fuck is Christine?!” I yelled in his face.
Kara and Molly got up. “We’ll leave you two alone so you can argue in peace.”
I rolled my eyes as Max said good morning to them.
“You ditched me last night so you could take another woman to the ballet. You suck, Max. You really suck!”
He poured himself some coffee because I refused to get him some and sat down on the stool.
“I’m sorry, Emma. I bought the tickets before meeting you and told her I’d take her. What kind of man would I be to tell her that I changed my mind suddenly?”
“The fucking kind of man who has the balls to tell her that he has a fiancée!”
“Why would I do that? It’s not even a real engagement. Now, who was that guy you were with, and why were you with my sister?”
I didn’t feel like I owed him any explanation at all, but I couldn’t stand arguing with him anymore, so I caved.
“His name is Lucas, and he’s the lead singer of a band from Miami called High Five. We had seen them a couple of times in Miami, and after the show, we chatted. When we found out they were playing last night, we went, and your sister was there with her girlfriends. She showed me the picture of you and Christine. Apparently, she left her bracelet at your apartment, and when she stopped by to get it, she saw you coming out of the building with her. And by the way, she knows our engagement isn’t real.”
“What? What the fuck!” he yelled.
“Don’t worry about her. She won’t tell your parents because she feels sorry for you. Anyway, your sister loves the band, and I introduced her to them. We all sat around after the show, and we talked. Your sister must have taken our picture, but I don’t remember her doing it.”
He looked away from me as his jaw moved back and forth. He was so angry but had no right to be.
“Did you fuck her last night?” I boldly asked.
His eyes looked into mine as he cocked his head. “Did you fuck him last night?”
“No, because I’m not a whore. Contrary to what you might believe, Mr. Hamilton. If you’ll excuse me, I want you to leave my apartment!”
“I didn’t fuck her, Emma. I just took her to the ballet. I was home by eleven o’clock, alone.”
“You know what, Max? I don’t give a rat’s ass anymore what you do. We have two more months of this arrangement. Let’s just try to be civil to each other long enough to get through it.”
“Why are you so upset? Just explain that to me,” he softly spoke.
“Because you lied to me. You didn’t tell me where you were going or that you’d be going with another woman. We had an agreement not to see other people as long as we were in this so-called fake relationship.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lie to you. But this is the exact reason why I can’t be tied down in a relationship. Nobody tells me what I can and can’t do. I’m the only one who makes that decision. No one else.”
My heart ached something fierce, and tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t let him see me about to cry over him. I wouldn’t give him the power or the satisfaction.
“You’re right, Max, and I apologize. The same goes for me. No one will ever question what I do. I will never allow it.”
He walked over and wrapped his arms around me from behind, burying his face into my neck. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to argue with you. I’ll be by to pick you up around six o’clock for the party, okay?”
I nodded my head.
He pressed his lips against my neck and walked into the bedroom to gather the rest of his clothes. He walked out the door while I stood looking out the window.
“Are you okay?” Molly asked with concern.
“What the fuck did I get myself into?” I broke down, and all the tears that I had held back when Max was here suddenly fell down my face.
Kara walked over and hugged me. “You were doing it for the right reason. You didn’t expect to fall in love with him.”
“How can anyone not fall in love with him? I mean, look at him, for fuck sake. Every time he’s near me, I have an orgasm.”
Molly and Kara both laughed. “I think we know what you mean. He obviously has some deep issues, Emma, which stem from his father and his behavior. I know you don’t want to hear this, but I think it’s best that you don’t get any further involved with him. He can’t be saved unless he wants to be, and, from the sounds of it, he doesn’t want to be.”
I swallowed hard because everything Kara said was true, but why did he act like that over Lucas if he didn’t have feelings for me?
“I’m going back to bed. I’m too tired to deal with the subject of Max anymore.” I walked back to my room, climbed into the bed that smelled like him, and pulled the covers over me. Fuck! I climbed out of bed, grabbed the throw on the chair in my room, and took it out to the couch. Kara and Molly were in the kitchen.
“I thought you were going to bed?” Molly asked.
“I can’t sleep in that bed with his scent all over it.” I pulled the throw over me as I lay down on the couch and fell asleep.