by Kam Carr
“Fuck!” he screamed as he released himself into me. He pushed me into the bed and just lay motionless on top of me. I had to breathe deeply just to try and regain myself. My whole body tingled with the after effects and the handcuffs felt like they were cutting off my circulation.
His hand reached out and he pressed a button on the side of the handcuff and one wrist was freed, then the other. He gave them a little rub and kissed each one. I looked at the red and blue imprints they had left and actually took pride in it. He rolled off me and pulled me into his chest.
“I love you” he whispered. I looked up and his eyes were closed. He was really a wonderful beautiful man.
“I love you too” I said as I hugged him harder.
“What you thinking about?” he asked, taking me off guard.
I returned his smile. “How incredibly lucky I am.”
“Luck has nothing to do with it, Kendra. It was fate. We were always destining to be with each other.” He kissed my forehead and pulled me in closer. “Nothing is going to take you away from me…Nothing.”
***
Maxwell
“Did you have fun?” I asked Georgina as we headed back home. I hoped the kids were asleep. After this afternoon's activity I was tired and just wanted to curl up in bed.
She rested her head on my shoulder. “It was amazing,” she yawned as she snuggled into me. “Much more appealing than a quickie in a fast food toilet” she yawned again.
“Exhausted?” I mocked.
“Aren't you surprised? I mean, how many ways did you violate me?”
“Not enough!” My phone began to ring. I pulled it out of my pocket and looked at the caller ID. It was just my assistant, work could wait till tomorrow. I pressed the reject button.
“Aren't you going to answer that?” Georgina asked surprised...
“No... Like I said, it's our day off. Tonight I just want to curl up in bed with my wife and forget I'm a rich fucker who owns a successful business.”
She kissed my cheek. “I love you... Even if you're a flashy fucker.”
I cuddled up to her. “Only you can make that sound sexy.” I closed my eyes and took in her sweet scent.
“Shall we tell the kids tomorrow?” She asked.
“About Paris?” I yawned. “Yeah why not, I'll even stay for breakfast.”
Georgina sat up and stared at me in bemusement. “What's happened to you in the last twenty-four hours?”
“You.” My voice turned serious. “Saying we were drifting apart really scared me. I can't lose you, Georgina and I never want to think about it.” She hugged me hard and I hugged her back. Hopefully now everything was back on track.
***
Maxwell
“Shit!” I yell at the top of my voice. “What do you mean the New York offer is falling through?” I began pacing up and down my office. The anxiety was beginning to take control. I wanted to rip my hair out. “What do I pay you people for?” I stopped and rubbed my brow. “I fucking can't... There is no way I can do a crisis meeting this weekend.”
Fuck! It was Thursday and there was no way I could go to New York tomorrow for the weekend. Who were these dumb fuckers I had employed? The agency I was trying to buy wouldn't sign anything till they saw me. It could have been any time, but no, they had to choose the one weekend I was going away.
I let out a deep breath. “Look, I will see what I can do.” I hung up and threw the phone across the room.
Shit! Georgina was going to kill me if I went. But if I didn't, months of hard work would be gone. Surely my wife would understand and we could always rearrange the trip.
I really had no choice. I had to go. I knew Georgina would have a little fit about it and then she would be fine. I had to get her something to open on Saturday. The trip would just happen a week later.
“Why do you have to go?” Georgina screamed, sitting down on the bed. “I thought we had people to do that?”
“We do” I stressed. “Please George” I begged, sitting down on my side of the bed. I couldn't bear to see the hurt on her face. “We can go next weekend. Make it a week in Paris, the kids would love it.”
“My birthday is Saturday!” She snapped, pulling back the covers and climbing into bed as she turned her back to me.
I stood up and felt my fist clench. “What the fuck am I meant to do?” I yelled with annoyance. “Sometimes problems come up and you have to deal with them. Stop acting like a spoilt brat.”
She sat bolt up and glared at me. “Spoilt brat?” she jumped out of the bed. “Really? Well, fuck you!” With that, she stormed out of the room.
I shook my head, okay, I said that without thinking and now I was feeling bad. I had to apologize. I walked out of the room and went in search. I knew exactly where to find her in the spare room. I stood in the doorway and watched while she sobbed sitting on the white four poster bed.
I rested my head on the doorway. “I'm sorry,” I cried. “I can be such an insensitive prick sometimes.” She looked up and tutted. “This is our livelihood, Georgina.” She quickly wiped the tears away. “Can I come in?” She refused to answer of look at me. I hated when she did that.
I made my way into the room and kneeled down in front of her resting my head on her lap. My hands reached out and gripped her waist. I felt guilty, missing out on my wife's birthday. I shook my head.
“If I could get out of it, I would. This is very important for us. Please do not hate me” I begged my grip of her getting tighter.
I looked up and finally she was looking down at me.
“There is no way you can get out of it?” She pleaded, her eyes burning into me. I shook my head and her eyes welled up again. “It's my thirtieth birthday.”
“I know and I promise to make it up to you and the kids” I reached out and touched her beautiful face. “It hurts me too, you know.”
She rolled her eyes while pushing me away. She stood up and made her way over to the chest of draws. “Really sounds like it,” she huffed as she pulled a packet of cigarettes from one of the draws. She placed the cigarette between her rosebud lips, lit it and inhaled deeply.
I gave a slight smile. She always insisted she was a non-smoker but I knew about her secret stash. In fact, it helped me out when I got caught short.
“Why can't you cancel the meeting?” She asked, exhaling her nicotine fix.
I stood up and strolled over to her. “Because I can't.” I gave her the fuck-me-look. God, she even made smoking look sexy, especially when she was wearing nothing but a black silk nightdress.
In mid-motion I took the cigarette off her and placed between my lips. “You're thirty on Saturday” I inhaled. “Don't want you getting pre-mature wrinkles.”
“Cheers” she sighed resting her head on my bare chest and curling her arms around my hips. She let out an agonizing scream. I carried on smoking her cigarette, I could feel her pain. I didn't want to go, but it had to be done.
“Will you come straight back?” She asked almost childlike.
“Don't ask stupid questions” I exhaled some more smoke. “As soon as it is over I'll be on that plane and back in your bed.”
“Our bed!” She looked up with a cheeky smile. I returned it and rested my head on hers. It was hurting me as much as it was hurting her. I didn't know what a mess had happened out there, I just hoped I could clean it up.
***
Georgina
I walked around the house. It was massive; Indoor swimming pool, cinema room, gym, playroom for the kids, a big American kitchen/diner, a grand dinning room, six bedrooms each with their own private on-suite. Olivia even had her own space with all the latest gadgets.
Here I was feeling completely alone in this monster of a house. Maddy had taken Bailey out for the day, Olivia was with friends and Maxwell had left early this morning.
“Happy birthday” I sang to myself. I looked at the Pandora bracelet Maxwell had given me this morning. Like a bracelet was going to make up for missing out on Paris.
Why did he have to put business before me? Why his mind was always focused on money just lately?
I wouldn't care if we all lived in a cardboard box, as long as we were together. What was the point in having this house, cars and money if he was never here to enjoy them? I had to get out. Roaming around the house alone was depressing me. I pulled out my phone and began to write a text...... I'm bored! Want to go shopping?
A few seconds later...... Shopping? Let's go and get pissed birthday girl X
A massive smile appeared on my face. Surely Maxwell couldn't deny me having fun on my birthday. I ran over to the intercom and hit the button for Jay.
“Mrs Thomas?” Jay's voice boomed over.
“Jay, could you drive me to Riley's apartment please?”
“Be with you in five.”
I released the button. I had to go and get ready for my birthday celebrations. I clapped my hands in glee, I was glad I no longer had to spend the day alone.
“Where are we going, baby girl?” Riley asked while checking out his reflection in his mirror. He ruffled up his dark hair and pulled on his leather jacket. I had to admit he was a handsome man. Tall, lean, sculpted face and dark sexy grey eyes. However, no man even compared to my Mr Golden Rule.
He spun round and gave a little pose. “Good, isn't it?” I blushed, realizing I was still staring. “Miss him?” I was glad he knew I was thinking about my husband. I gave a little nod. “Never fear Riley is here,” he gave a little bow and I returned it with a little laugh.
He raised an eyebrow. “I can't replace your man, but I am excellent company.” He held out his hand and I took it. I couldn't imagine not having Riley as a friend. Shame Maxwell never got on with him.
Riley was kind, friendly and really easy to talk to. Although, I did feel guilty I had stolen Blake's best friend. However, when the whole kidnapping episode came to light no one wanted to know Blake. Well, except Amy and even that didn't last.
“I know a cocktail bar. Also, you could help me?”
I folded my arms and raised an eyebrow. “How?”
“There is a barmaid there and she keeps turning me down. Maybe you could put in a good word. Please....” He begged.
“I see,” I smiled in a Maxwell fashion. “I should have guessed there'd be a hidden agenda.”
“Georgina.” He tutted and placed his hands on his chest. “Would I do a thing like that?”
“I think you do and can... Always!”
The cocktail bar was amazing. It looked like it had never left the eighties. All neon lights, black and white checked floor, old fashion disco and complete with a vintage dance floor. I was getting my groove on to Michael Jackson's-Billy Jean. Riley was dancing with a brunette he had just picked up. Sadly for Riley it had been the barmaid's day off. Thankfully for me, I didn't have to play cupid.
I'd had a few cocktails and was fully aware I looked like a loner. Dancing in the middle of the dance floor, with only my glass for company.
It felt like we had been here for hours and I was really enjoying myself. A few men had tried their luck, but my best friend had scared them away. I closed my eyes and swayed to the music.
Why didn't I do this when I was younger? All that fun I had missed out on in University. I could have been partying, but I choose two degrees and a job! I took another swig of my cocktail and raised my glass back into the air. The song changed to Wham- I'm your man. I started to sing along and got lost in my own intoxicated enjoyment.
I felt hands grab hold of my waist and I froze on the spot. “It's okay,” said a friendly voice, I spun round and there was Riley. I gave a breath of relief. “We are all going to go back to mine and continue the party.”
“We?” I slurred.
“Yes,” he pointed over to a group of people, the brunette he was dancing with was with them.
I shook my head. “You don't want a married thirty year old mother spoiling your fun. I'll ring Jay and head home.”
“Shut the fuck up,” he spat grabbing hold of my wrist. “You're coming, end of. Down the drink.” I did as I was told. I guess it wouldn't hurt going to a party. In fact, I hadn't been to many parties and after all it was my birthday. Fuck it! I was having fun and I really didn't want it to end.
***
Maxwell
I had arrived in New York over an hour ago and was escorted to some hotel. I hadn't caught the name, not like I cared anyway. I just wanted the fucker to sign and get back to my wife.
The hotel receptionist had escorted me to this function room. I looked around. It was full of young people who looked like they didn't know their arse from their elbow. I grabbed a glass of wine from one of the waiters that were walking about.
“Maxwell Thomas?” Yelled a voice. I turned to see who was screaming my name. My eyes fell on a woman with brown hair, curvy and wearing the lowest cut dress I had ever seen. My eyes widened.
“Stella?” I said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”
She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big hug. “Some flashy LA business man is trying to buy my agency and I'm not giving in without a fight. You?”
I stood back and cocked my head to the side. “I'm the flashy LA business man.”
She burst out laughing. “I know... I was kidding. Shell we?” She pointed over to a quiet table. I nodded and followed her over.
***
Georgina
My favourite song Kings of Leon- I want you were playing in the background. Everyone was sat around chatting and having a good time. I on the other hand was still feeling like a loner; Sat alone with only a bottle of vodka for company.
I was missing Maxwell. It didn't feel right spending a birthday without him. I checked my phone. There was still no word from him. He must have still been in meetings.
I looked round the room. A few people had spoken to me, when they learned I was Riley's boss it was uncool to be seen with me. I downed the rest of my drink. It was a trip to the bathroom and then a call Jay to pick me up. I couldn't bare the loneliness any longer, I wasn't a party person and I never had been. I just wanted to go home, see Bailey and go to bed.
I stumbled to my feet and made my way to the bathroom. I was making my way up the hall when Riley appeared from his bedroom. The brunette woman followed behind. You didn't need to use imagination to know what they had been getting up to.
“Hey,” he said, a cheesy grin permanently stuck on his face. “Having fun?”
“No, not really. I'm going to call Jay and head home.”
Riley tilted his head to the side. “The night is still young.”
“Maybe for you, but I really need to get home.” Someone exited the bathroom and I stepped in. I was just about to close the door when Riley followed me in. What was he doing?
He closed the door behind him and leaned up against it. He began nervously shifting from one foot to the other. His fingers ran through his hair and he took in a deep breath. I folded my arms and just watched. I hoped he would get on with it as I really needed to pee.
“I need to tell you something,” he hesitated. My eyes began to do the rapid moving thing. Painful scenarios all containing Maxwell filled my mind. He held up his hand and shook his head. “It is nothing to do with Maxwell.” He stepped forward and placed a hand on my bare shoulder.
Now I really didn't know what was going on. “Riley, what is it?” I said my voice full of concern for my friend. “You can tell me anything.”
I watched as his eyes moved to my mouth and then back to my lips. “I think I'm in love with you” he exclaimed. His hand moved round to the back of my neck and his lips locked with mine.
For a split second I some how managed to fall into his kiss. His tongue slowly playing with mine. Then everything hit me at once and I pushed him away from me.
“I'm married!” I cried. “I am married woman with kids.” I wasn't sure if I was trying to remind him or myself. Guilt washed over, I had allowed another man to invade my mouth. I had cheated on my husband!
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sp; Riley stepped closer and I moved out of his reach. “You're not happy with him, George!” My eyes widened and I felt my mouth tighten. “It's your birthday and where is your husband? He’s more concerned about money than spending time with his gorgeous wife.”
“You don't know anything” I pointed my finger at him. “He loves me and I love him.” Riley reached out and grabbed my wrist. He tried to pull him into him.
SLAM!!
With my free hand I punched him in the face. I pushed him out of my way and managed to escape from the bathroom. I could feel the tears pouring by now. I reached into my jeans pocket and pulled out my phone. I hit Jay's number.
“Jay” I sobbed as soon as he answered. I was now hysterical and wanted to leave badly.
“Mrs Thomas, are you okay?”
“No!” I felt stupid. I had betrayed my husband and my children. I wanted to get back to the safety of my home. How was I ever going to look Maxwell in the eyes again?
I froze........I had been here before.
I suddenly woke up and reached out for Maxwell. He still wasn't back. I looked over at the clock it was 4.30 AM. Thanks to the cocktails and vodka I had been able to get some sleep. I sat up and rubbed my eyes. A dark shadow was sat at the far end of the room crouched in the corner. I blinked thinking it was my imagination but when I focused my eyes it was still there.
“Maxwell?” I called out into the darkness. The shadow nodded and relief filled me. He slowly stood up and made his way over to me. I switched on the bedside light and noticed he was still wearing the same clothes from the other day.
“What are you doing here?” I asked stunned.
He was giving me the cold stare and swirling a drop of Brandy in a glass. His lips remained tight. He sat down opposite me, just staring and not saying a word.
“Well...” I urged him.
“You.” He snapped. “Jay called me and said you were in a state. I jumped on the plane and came straight back. In fact, I've just got in.”