Chapter 11 #2
“It was lovely meeting you, Mr and Mrs Loudon. I must get moving along. I see one of my other clients over there that I must say hello to.” Lexi kisses my mum’s cheek, pats my dad on the arm, and never gives me another glance.
I can’t say the same for Mhairi. She wants my dick on a platter, and I don’t blame her considering what she just heard.
“Don’t be a stranger, dear. Nice girl that,” my mum says to Dad.
I am so angry right now. Why the fuck would Victoria be here? I’ve not seen her in five years since I called off the engagement when I walked into my house where she was being fucked on the stairs by the gardener… doggy style.
I left the office early today because I had a headache brewing and it was starting to affect my eyes.
I wanted to get home before it undoubtedly got worse.
I haven’t had a migraine in years, but I’ve been working crazy hours lately trying to get my hands on a new hotel.
Lack of sleep isn’t helping, and stress from my fiancée always looking for more and more money off me for a wedding that I’m really not interested in.
It’s all taking its toll on my body and mind.
I pull up outside my house and notice Vic’s car is parked on the drive. She was supposed to be meeting friends this afternoon. I thought I was going to get the house to myself for a few hours, but I’m not that lucky.
I get out of my car, grab my briefcase from the back seat, and climb the steps to the front door of my house.
The door is ajar, but I don’t think anything of it.
It’s not unusual if the gardener or housekeeper is around.
We live in a good neighbourhood and nothing would happen from the door being left open.
But the moment I push open the door, I stop dead in my tracks.
Vic is kneeling on the stairs, arse in the air, and Rico, the gardener, is pounding into her from behind.
The sound of skin slapping, the groans of pleasure from him, and the squeals of delight from Vic turn my stomach.
I should be angry. I should feel something.
But I don’t. I clear my throat and it’s like a sketch out of a badly-made comedy porno.
They both jump, pull apart, and his half-mast dick is standing proud, and her bare pussy is on show.
Vic tries to walk towards me but trips over her own feet.
“Maxi, I can explain,” she whines in that pathetic voice that grates on my last nerve.
“Don’t. I don’t want to hear it. I’m going to my parents’. I want you to get packed up and out of my house before I come back.”
“Please…”
“No,” I snap. “Rico, I hope you’ll be very happy with this gold-digging cow. You might need to get a new job to subsidise her spending.”
I turn, slam the door, and walk back to my car. My head is pounding, but somewhere within me, I know I’ve had a lucky escape. I’ve been trying to get out of this wedding for a while now, and just by luck I’ve been given a get out of jail card.
No woman will ever cross me again.
“Nice place here, Maxi.”
Victoria’s sarcastic voice breaks through my bad vision and I see red. How fucking dare she come here tonight and fuck things up between me and Lexi. She has no right to be here. Trouble follows this bitch around, so no doubt she is only here to cause even more destruction.
“First of all, my mum is right. Why are you here? Secondly, cut the crap with the fiancée bullshit because that ship sailed when you fucked the hired help. Third…” I growl out my displeasure when I see Lexi talking to Alan Henshaw.
At least she has someone else in this room she could escape to.
“Just keep out of my way, Victoria. I don’t know what your game is right now, but keep me out of it. You’re not welcome here.”
“I’ll be right back, Mum.”
I excuse myself before I say something I might later regret.
I look back at Alan, but Lex has gone. I gaze around the lounge trying to find both Lexi and Mhairi, but they’re nowhere to be seen.
They’re gone. Fuck. Now what am I supposed to do?
I have a hotel full of guests, an ex-fiancée who looks like she’s up to no good, and I can’t get away from here to put Lexi straight.
I do all I can do, then take out my phone and text Lexi.
Lexi: Please, don’t run, Lex. What Victoria said is not true. She is not my fiancée, hasn’t been for a long time. Please let me explain.
Lexi: I wouldn’t lie about something like this, Lex.
Lexi: I might be a lot of things, but a cheating scumbag isn’t one of them.
I could send text after text to Lexi, but it isn’t going to do any good until she calms down.
When nothing comes back to me from Lexi, I pocket my phone before I smash it on the ground.
I don’t know why I’m getting my boxers in a twist over this because Lexi and I were just having a bit of fun.
We both made it clear that we would not venture into uncharted territory…
yet, here I am, losing the will to live, sweating in places that I didn’t know I could sweat, and my heart racing in my chest.
I can’t lose Lexi now. I just can’t.