by Carr, Kam
I shrugged. “Only this!” I held up my engagement ring hand and Amy's mouth dropped open. “Me and Maxwell are getting married” I giggled.
“You waste no time. Let me see that...” She leant froward and took a good look. “That flashy fucker” she raised an eyebrow. She was giving me that look again. The one where she knew something about me and I hadn't told her.
She back down in her seat her eyes still glaring at me. “Anything else you would like to share with me?” I shook my head. I really had no idea what she was talking about. She gave a slight smile and picked up her phone. What was she doing? She spun the phone round to me and I had to look twice. It was an advert for a perfume and there I was with Riley. Both of us in underwear simulating a sex scene.
Shit!
The photo shoot, that was what it was for. I grabbed the phone off her and just stared.
Was that really me?
I actually looked hot. Now I could understand why Maxwell had made me do it. I doubted I actually looked like this. They probably airbrushed it.
“Where did you get this from?” I asked finally looking up.
“It's everywhere” she laughed. “I knew Riley left, but I didn't know Maxwell had hired him. How come your in the shoot? Career change?”
“No!” I quickly replied. “The other model didn't show up and I got forced to do it.” I felt a little uneasy now. How many people had seen me in my underwear? Why hadn't Maxwell warned me about it?
I didn't want to think about it no more. I handed Amy back her phone. “So.. Tell me about you? How are things between you and Blake?” I watched her eyes go dreamy. She really did like him. Not many men had this effect on Amy Alexis. Besides, the witch would prefer her hands down to me. At least that would make Blake's life easier.
“Fucking brilliant!” she hushed. Looked like life was finally good for everyone.
Dead on nine James picked me up and escorted me home. Just and like he had promised Maxwell was waiting for me on the sofa.
“Come” he ordered holding out his arms. I sat down on his lap and allowed him to hold me tight. There was no better welcome than this. I relaxed into him and took in his intoxicating aroma. He was dressed in a track suit and fresh from a shower.
“I've seen it” I whispered slowly kissing his neck. I heard a groan deep within his throat and his hand disappeared underneath my skirt.
“Seen what?” He moved his head back to give me more access to his neck.
“The advert.”
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“Fucking hot, don't you think? Shame it was with Riley and not me. Otherwise I would blow it up and plaster it on the office wall” he gave a little chuckle. He slowly moved his hand inside my thong. “I get hard just looking at it.” With his index finger softly he began to massage my sweet spot. I could feel his erection digging into my hip. I loved the way I had full control of his body.
My tongue began in invade his mouth, I was hungry for him and needed him to be inside me. I climbed off and laid down on the sofa. I watched as he pulled down his track suit bottoms and his manhood was erected and ready for pleasure. His hands moved up my thighs and his fingers grabbed hold of my thong. In one quick motion he had pulled it to the side and plunged his most precious possession deep inside me.
My head moved back and I gave out a groan. He began to rock and swirl his hips.
“I want it hard and fast” I moaned in his ear. He looked down at me and have a wicked grin. Every muscle in my body clenched and warmed. I loved this man and he loved me. He was mine and I was his.
“Then we should give you what you want” he hissed. He began to pump into me, his fingers dig into my hips and he picked up speed. I closed my eyes as I went to that mind blowing special place. The explosion hit me hard and my whole body convulsed.
“You looked sexy when I make you come” I looked up and he was beamed. Slowly he pulled himself out of me slightly and then... Bang, he slammed hard into me and found his own release. He fell on top of me pushing me in to the sofa. I could his heavy breathing and I hugged him hard.
My Mr Golden Rule.....
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CHAPTER 9
“And she was fine about it?” I said shocked. I think I was more shocked that Georgina had quickly got engaged rather than her being fine with me and Amy.
“Yeah” Amy giggled. “She’s moved on, Blake. She has her dream man now.. Just like I have mine.”
“Dream man?” I blushed. “I would not go that far.”
The front door opened and Riley appeared. “Look what I've got” he sang looking really excited. His eyes looked at Amy and what ever he had went behind his back. I gave him a strange look. What was going on?
“I have already seen it!” Amy snapped.
“seen what?” I asked. I was not really confused. My eyes went from Amy to Riley. “What's going on?”
Riley looked down at his feet. “I didn't realize she would be here.” Amy folded her arms and glared at Riley. I thought Riley was going to self combust with the intensity from the look.
Amy finally looked at me. “Your friend here” she began. “Has now signed with my competition.”
Riley held up his free hand in protest. “It's not like that. In my defence I never actually signed with you.”
“You didn't actually tell me either” Amy yelled.
I was even more confused now. What were the pair going on about. “Look, would someone please inform me...” I looked from Amy to Riley. Finally Amy jumped up, ran over and whipped whatever Riley had behind his back.
“Take a look for yourself” Amy threw it at me. I held the magazine up and had a good look. Riley and some hot blonde were in underwear and it looked like they were having sex.
“This is amazing, Riley. Who's the girl?”
Riley gave a smug smile. “That would be Miss Dawson aka Georgina.” My eyes diverted back to the magazine. That was actually Georgina? Wow, she looked amazing. No, amazing was an understatement... She looked hot. I couldn't take my eyes away from her. My girl? A model?
Amy must of noticed my reaction as she snatched the magazine off me. “Put the eyes back in the sockets, stud!”
“Sorry” I blushed.
“I'm still pissed at you!” Amy turned to Riley. “But he's right it is good even though you did screw me over!”
“I can live with that” Riley shrugged. “My magazine please” he held out his hand and Amy handed it over. “Thank you, if you will excuse me.” With that Riley disappeared into his room leaving me and Amy alone. I could sense an atmosphere between us. Had my reaction to that photo been that blatant?
“I saw your face” she snapped breaking the uneasy tension.
“Excuse me?” I laughed trying to look dumb. It wasn't everyday you saw your ex plastered over a page in underwear and you certainly didn't want your new girlfriend to witness it.
“The way you looked at that magazine!” She walked over and grabbed her bag. “You were practically fucking her with your eyes.” I ran a hand through my hair and took in a deep breath. “When are you going to get over her?”
Amy was right, I stared down at my hands... When was I going to get over her? Every time I thought I was over her something popped up. I jumped up and grabbed Amy's wrist. I couldn't allow Georgina getting in between us. I had to forget about her and consecrate on Amy. A wonderful person who cared and wanted to be with me. I studied her face it was covered with hurt. I felt bad.
“I'm sorry” I placed my hand behind her neck. “Even more sorry knowing I've hurt you.”
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“You haven't hurt me” she snarled. “No one can hurt me!”
“Maybe you can teach me to be tough?” I bent down and kissed her soft lips. She had such desirable lips. “I need you, Amy” I whispered as I pulled away and hugged her tightly. I let out an agonizing breath. I did need her more that I had thought.
Yet, I knew that fucking smug bastard Maxwell was still laughing at me. I could feel my mouth t
ighten. If only I could get some revenge, wouldn't that help? If only there was something dark on him. Just something little to destroy his life like he did to me!
Amy pulled away and gazed up at me with her big brown eyes. “What you thinking about?”
“You” I lied and Amy returned back into her original position.
There had to be something?
That night I couldn't settle. What I had thought about earlier tonight kept running through my head. I knew Amy was fast asleep and she wouldn't catch me. I just knew there was no way Maxwell could be as perfect as he made out to be. All I wanted was one piece of information on him. I sat down at the breakfast bar and switched my lap top. I loaded up Goggle and entered Maxwell Thomas into the search bar.
Instantly a ton of results came up:
Maxwell Thomas hits USA.
Maxwell Thomas with new girlfriend.
Maxwell Thomas has an affair with PA
Maxwell Thomas-Is he sleeping with Veronica Hart?
None of these were dark or deadly. I skipped ahead to page four. That urging feeling was overwhelming me and it suddenly felt like an obsession. An obsession to pull Maxwell's life apart and leave him with nothing. Just like he had done to me when he took Georgina away.
Maxwell Thomas-The business
Maxwell Thomas signs Veronica Hart
Maxwell Thomas-Is the Father to my child a blog by Debbie Harris.
My eyes widened I never knew he had a child! I clicked on the link straight away, I was intrigued and wanted to find out more. It landed on a blog page. A picture of dark woman, a child and Maxwell appeared. They were all sat hugging and smiling, the photo must have been taken a few years ago. I began to scroll down, it was a little boring. A day to day account of her life with Maxwell. Her moaning about him not being home, working to much, possibility of him cheating, her bored with life. God! This wasn't going to help me. I wanted dirt! Finally, I got to the last post
4th July 2012
I met his new girlfriend today... Some young dumb model type. Typical, she is younger than him. Probably going through a mid thirty’s crisis! She doesn't deserve him. I made a terrible mistake leaving him. At the time I thought it was the right thing to do. Now, I regret everything. I wish he would read this and understand how much I love him. I need him back and Olivia needs her Father. She needs her real family.
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As I write this my husband will be getting home from work. He will find a letter on the table and find us gone. I am heading to England to get back what is rightfully mine. I will get him back...No matter what!
I sat back and gave a satisfying smile... I had found it! This woman needed my help and I would kindly offer her it. Maybe, when thinking about it clearly this wasn't revenge on Maxwell. Maybe I wanted to hurt Georgina more. This would, taking Maxwell away from her. I wanted Georgina to suffer just like I was. Watch her perfect world crumble away and leaving her in the same state she left me. I had to find this Debbie. I grabbed my phone. There was only one person I knew who could help me. In fact they would take complete delight in destroying Miss Georgina Dawson's life!
* * *
“Blake!” She smiled.
“Mother” I replied.
She had agreed to meet and help me. She was staying in Randolph hotel and my Father had filed for divorce and forced her to leave the family home. She looked fragile and had aged at least ten years in the last month or so. A wave of guilt crashed through me, I had done this to her! Another woman was sat with her. I recognized her face from the Blog page, it was Debbie. I could always re-lie on my Mother, she never seemed to let me down.
I held out my hand. “Blake Waterman.”
She shook my hand and gave a little smile. “Debbie, please to meet you.”
I took my seat at the table. “You too” I replied nervously. I didn't know where to start.
“Wine?” Debbie asked holding up a glass.
I shook my head. “no thanks, I'm trying to cut down.”
“Please to hear it” my Mother snapped. I could tell by her voice she was still pissed at me. Yet again, if someone smashed my head in I would be too.
“So,” Debbie began. “What exactly is this all about? Its not everyday someone calls me and demands I get here quick.”
I looked over at my Mother and urged her on with my eyes. She took the hint and coughed. “We want to help you.” I watched Debbie narrow her eyes. “Help you get Maxwell back. You see Debbie, Georgina destroyed my family. She ripped us apart and left me with nothing. She inflicted pain on my son and he truly isn't over it. We don't want her doing it to you.”
Wow, I was impressed. My Mother had a way with words. Debbie shifted in her seat and her eyes moved from me to my Mother. Debbie finally sat back in her seat. “And want do you suggest I do about her?” Her tone was low.
My Mother gave a little chuckle. “It's simple... Let me explain.”
I allowed my Mother to reveal her plan, she had worked out every small detail. Thank god I had come to her for help, I would of never come up with this. The need to make Georgina suffer was now bigger than ever. A smug smile came to my face, this is what she deserved and I was going to rip her apart just like she had done to my heart!
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“Special Delivery!” Maxwell sang walking into the bedroom carrying a tray. He placed it down on my lap and gave me his special smile. “Breakfast” he kissed my cheek and walked round to his side of the bed.
“Wow, I could get use to this” I joked looking down at my toast,coffee and a red rose on the tray. He was a secret romantic despite the cold business man persona he liked to switch on and off.
My Mr Golden Rule sat down next to me and grabbed a slice of toast. “I want you to” he took a bite and I watched his eyes lit up. He really was such a magical man. My stomach flipped and really handsome and he was all mine. I looked over at the clock it was past nine!
“Maxwell... We should be at work!”
He gave a little laugh. “No work for us today! We have something special tonight.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Which is?”
He copied my reaction. “Your very inquisitive?”
“And?”
He laughed again. “I am not telling you!”
“Because?”
He gave the cold stare and his lips twitched. “Will you stop with the questions! Wait and see, Miss Dawson. You will love it and that is a promise.”
“Maxwell!” I shrieked, sometimes he was the most frustrating man EVER!!! “You can't leave me hanging like this.”
That magically mouth pouted and his eyes filled with that sexy glim. God, the things a look could do to me. “Hanging? No not hanging..” His toned changed to that low dangerous sound. “I could cuff you to the bed and leave you here all day.”
“And what pleasure would I get from that?” I tried to pretend he was not affecting me which was quite difficult. He controlled my body and he knew it.
“Any time I required my fix you would be here willing and waiting.” I could hear the arousal filling his voice and I was biting down on my lip. Just the thought of it was turning me on. “Eat!” He ordered, his mood changing in an instant. I rolled my eyes, he was bossing me around again! I would much prefer being cuffed and being used as his sex slave. I gave a little laugh. What had happened to me? I had turned into an sex addict. No, not a sex addict. My addiction was with Maxwell Thomas. I gazed over at his his beautiful face; His strong jaw, sparkling blue eyes, delicious mouth and his red hair all roughed up.
“Enjoying something, Miss Dawson?” He said looking at me from the corner of his eye.
“Busted!” I laughed.
“Oh!” He sat up and stared at me. “Now your using my lines?”
“What can I say? I like what I see....”
He moved a little closer. “How about I love what I see?” He leaned froward to kiss me.
I picked up a slice of toast. “I need to eat!”
; He groaned and slumped down next to me. “Miss Dawson, your very frustrating at times!”
I gave a little smile. “Oh Mr Golden Rule... If only you knew!”
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I stormed into my office. What was important that it couldn't wait till tomorrow? Being called in on the one day I wanted off was a piss take! Jan was sat my desk with another man. Security? I never actually had anything to do with them.
“What's this about?” I bellowed taking my place on my throne.
“We are really sorry for calling you in” The man from security began. “We would just prefer talking to you without miss Dawson present.”
I glared at him. “And you are?”
“Ted, Mr Thomas. I am head of security. Jan requested I came to see you regarding the package you received today.”
“What package?” My attention turned to Jan.
“This one” Jan placed a brown box on my desk. “Ted believes it was hand delivered as there is no postage mark. You should really look inside, Mr Thomas. Its very disturbing to say the truth.”
I pulled the box towards me and slowly lifted the lid off. It was a heart necklace just like the one I had made for Georgina. The only difference was on the heart there was a charm in the shape of a gun. My blood ran cold.
“The card!” Ted said. “You should read the card.”
I pulled the little gold card out of the box and began to read...
Dear Miss Dawson,
Here is a gift I want you to have. The heart means nothing as for the gun it is yours. I'm just sorry I didn't get the chance to engrave your name on the gun charm. The actual one does have your name on it.....