by Kam Carr
“The only rest room we have been in is one in McDonalds and that was years ago.”
I froze and felt all the blood drain from my face. I loosened my tie as I was beginning to feel it was strangling me.
Georgina had gone pale and her eyes were filling back up with tears. “You had sex with someone else?” She slowly asked. I looked down at my feet and just nodded. “In New York?”
She slowly walked over to me and stood in directly in front of me. I nodded in response to her question. I felt her fist slam into my face and I just remained standing still. I knew I deserved it.
She started pacing up and down. “I actually felt guilty just sleeping in Riley's bed. There you were off in New York having sex in rest rooms on MY birthday.” She walked over to her stuff and picked it up. “We are still getting divorce. I can't stay married to a cheating, controlling, lying prick like you.”
“Georgina!” I called after, her but it was too late she stormed off without even giving me another glance. I fell to my knees and placed my hands over my face. History was repeating its self and everything was now out of my hands.
Why was I such a failure when it came to be a father or partner? How could I even confuse her with Stella? Stella was nothing compared to Georgina. In fact, it had been the worse experience of my whole entire life. Why? Why did I do it? Because deep down, I was still that selfish, controlling screw up I had always been. Once again Maxwell Thomas was alone.
***
Blake
I was bored out of my head... Me and Riley were sat in some club Georgina had insisted we went to. She had her party hat on and was dressed to impress. She was obviously out to show Maxwell what he was missing out on. Shame he was no where to be seen!
Riley typically jumped at the invitation and I was dragged along.
I hadn't told anyone about my night at the bar with Maxwell and if I did mention his name I was pretty sure Georgina would bite my head off. She had told us all about Maxwell in New York. I actually giggled to myself. I guess that was what you called Karma.
Really... What did she expect? Surely the way they met would have given her some idea of what sort of man he was. I bet she thought she would change him, but men like Maxwell Thomas never change.
“What is your problem?” Riley asked. I looked up from my glass which I hand been studying forever. His eyes were wide and he looked pretty pissed off. I rolled my eyes and looked down at my glass again. Just because I wasn't falling under Georgina's spell something was wrong with me. What a joke, I had been there, done that and had the police reports to prove it.
“Nothing” I yawned, so much for a holiday?
“You're not fooling anyone” he scrawled. “We are meant to be cheering Georgina up and you look like you’re at a funeral!”
I turned my nose up at him, when did he become HER lap dog? He was really beginning to get on my nerves.
”Riley,” I said sternly. “This is not your problem... How many times do I have to say this” I paused and sat back in my seat. “I ran into Maxwell a few nights ago and he looked a mess. He is missing his wife and you need to talk to her seriously.”
“So, you’re on his side?”
I narrowed my eyes, what was he 6? “This isn't about taking sides. They have children and they need their parents. The only reason you're so happy about this is because you think she will fall in love with you.”
“Grow up!” He spat at me. “Yes, I do like her...”
“Really? Wouldn’t of never of guessed!” I sarcastically added.
“At the end of the day she is my friend” he added, blanking my comment. We both went silent.
Georgina finally returned to table carrying a tray of drinks. “What are you boys talking about?” She asked in a rather flirty manner.
“You as always” I groaned, as she gracefully placed the tray on to the table and sat down.
“Really,” she smiled in her Georgina way. I had to look away, that was the smile you had to avoid. “What about me?”
“How ridiculous this all is...” I blurted out, Riley scowled at me again. Now I couldn't care less about her feelings or upsetting her. Someone had to tell it how it was. “Instead of pouring drinks down your neck, you need to get home and sort your marriage out.”
She began to clap her hands in a sarcastic manner. “Impressive speech... Instead of you being here, shouldn't you be in Oxford sorting your marriage out?”
“Cheap shot, George” I huffed.
She glared at me with her rose bud lips tight. “Don't judge me, Blake. I've just found out my husband cheated and now I want to get drunk and forget about him.”
“Stop being childish... You have a child!”
She folded her arms and sat back in her seat. “I KNOW!” She tilted her head. “Well, in fact you knew before I did.”
It was pointless even talking to her. She was in defence mode and nothing I was going to say would even sink in. I was defeated... Maybe Maxwell and their child were better off with her. She had changed into a rich spoilt brat.
“Can you just stop all of this” Riley calmly said looking at me and then Georgina. “Lets just enjoy ourselves.”
“Suppose so” Georgina mumbled still giving me the death look. I gave a little laugh she wasn't threatening at all.
I held my hands up in defeat, but it wasn't for her it was Riley. He couldn't help being besotted with her and I knew she was just using him. I was here to keep an eye on my best friend.
“I call truce” I said, looking in Georgina's direction. She screwed her nose up. She was such a child even at 30.
“Georgina...” Riley sang, trying to win her over.
“Fine!” She huffed while she grabbed a hot glass and downed it in one. “If he mentions Maxwell again, I will not be responsible for my actions!”
Georgina
I watched as he parched around the dance floor with some LA blonde airhead. Who did he think he was telling me what to do? The nerve of that man. Just walking back into my life and talking to me like I was a child. I knew I was a mother, but I could hardly do anything if Maxwell wasn't even allowing me access to Bailey.
Everyday I was away from him was heart breaking and the fact that Maxwell was calling all the shots was frustrating. Here was alone, the two most precious people in my life were removed from me. Finding out today what Maxwell had done today had finally killed me off. I was empty and I wasn't sure who I was anymore. Everything I knew was gone and that dick, Blake, kept reminding me of what I should be doing.
My husband was a cheat, what was I meant to do? Go running back to Maxwell and beg HIM to take ME back? I don't think so. He was a lying dirty cheat!
He had called a few times and each time I cut him off. I had nothing to say to him and what made the pain worse was what happened in the broad room today.
Why did I submit myself to him today? I gave a little laugh, I 'I'd had the same thought the day we met. In fact, why did I always allow him to control me? He was just a man! A man I was madly in love with and would do anything for. What he had said kept circling in around in my mind. 'Please George... You’re my life and I can't imagine living without you. The last few days have been a living hell'
I bet he never actually meant any of that, it was just some cheap shot at getting me to come back! I wiped away a single tear, he was the only reason I came to LA anyway and now I was alone. Well, except for Riley, he was being a perfect friend in spite of the company he kept. I was very tempted to ring Amy and dish some dirt and throw it in his face.
I felt my phone vibrate in my bag again. No, I wasn't going to give in and listen to his endless excuses. He could ring all night if he wanted too, I was here to have fun and not be reminded of him and his whore!
“Come on, baby girl” Riley smiled while holding out his hand. “We are all having fun and your here feeling sorry for yourself.”
I took hold of his hand and he led me over to the dance floor, his strong arms wrapped round me and I fell into
his hold. We began to sway to the music and I rested my head against his chest. Just being close to someone. His strong arms holding me tight, I moved my arms and placed them round his neck taking in his scent. He didn't smell as good as Maxwell but it wasn't exactly unpleasant.
I felt safe around him and he was easy to talk to, I always knew exactly what mood in would always be in. In fact he was the complete opposite of Maxwell. I looked up through my eyelashes at his perfect handsome face. Why was he still single? Any woman would be foolish not to jump at the chance of being with him.
I quickly looked away, what was I doing? Did I want to be with him? The alcohol had gone to my head and now I was thinking like a crazy person.
For some unknown reason I moved one of my hands on to his smooth face and his skin felt soft. My eyes focused back on his face and with my fingertip I traced his jaw line. His grey eyes locked with mine and slowly his lips pressed against mine, his hands digging into my waist. The soft motion of his tongue sliding in and out of my mouth was setting my arousal off.
I pulled away and felt my cheeks blush. Had that wanton woman returned? He bit down on his lip and gave a side smile.
“Georgina, I think you’re leading me a stray?” He laughed as he pulled me into him. “We can't be anything else but friends” he whispered, I heard the sadness fill his voice.
The disappointment swirled over me. He was right and I knew that. Why did I want things to be different between us?
Well... My husband did fuck someone else and he decided to tell me after making love! I was on the rebound, simple as... I didn’t want another relationship. I was just grieving for the one I had just lost. I only ever wanted Maxwell and I loved him like crazy and I always would.
I stood in the doorway as Maxwell began to search through a draw. An amused smile appeared on my face. What was he planning on doing to me? He spun around holding up a really long bandage.
“What's that?” I giggled.
His eyes widened with greed and strutted over to me. His whole body commanding and powerful. “This Miss Dawson is a bandage.”
“I thought we were having sex, not playing doctors and nurses?”
“Improvisation, Miss Dawson.” He raised an eyebrow. “Are you ready to play?”
“Always” I said breathless. I could feel the wanton feeling rushing through my body.
He looked me up and down. “Then why are you still wearing this?” He pointed to my dress. “Come on, Miss Dawson. The sooner you undress the sooner you get your fix.” I could see his arousal bulging through his trousers. The thought of him tying me up was turning him on instantly. I hadn't even touched him yet.
I slowly began to undress and he stood watching, taking me in fully with his mouth tight and his blue eyes burning into me. Finally, I was completely naked and ready for what ever he had planned.
“There are rules” he smirked.
“You do surprise me” I giggled.
He rolled his eyes. “Here they are... No talking... No stopping me and letting me have complete utter control. You could say this is a test of trust... Do you trust me?”
“Of course” I said sadly, why would he ask that?
“Good” he nodded. “Now lay on the bed on your front.”
I crawled down on the bed and lay on my stomach. The excitement of the possibilities was filling my body. I heard him get undress and then climb on the bed.
“Place your hands behind your back” he barked. I complied, he began to wrap the bandage around my wrists and I felt him pull it tighter. “Get on your knees.” Once again I did what I was told. Trying to bite my tongue from asking questions.
He began to wrap the bandage around my ankles, I was unable to move. On my knees with my hands bounded behind my back connected to my ankles. Everything went quiet and all of a sudden I felt him slam into me.
I hissed in pleasure and he carried on slamming into me with force. I felt my whole body enlighten in fire. Then he pulled out and his hand slipped in between my legs to there. His magic lean fingers moved in between my legs to massage my sweet spot, his finger circling and getting me wetter. Slowly he slipped his finger inside me and carried on the sweet massage. I wanted to scream loudly but I couldn't because of the rules.
His fingertips carried on with the tease to my sweet spot and then inside. He stopped just as I felt my whole body tingle. Then once again he slammed into me, pushing himself deeper and deeper inside. One of his hands grabbed hold of my hair and pulled my head back. The other found its way back to my sweet spot. I couldn't stay quiet and began to scream the house down. Pleasure overwhelmed me and everything exploded.
One final slam and he found his. “FUCK!” he screamed. He rested his head on my back and I could feel his heart beat racing.
I opened my eyes wide and the sweat was pouring off me. Had I just had orgasm in my sleep? Was that even possible? The tingling was still running through me. I let out a deep breath, even in my sleep that man could control my body. I tried to gain some normality to my erratic breathing.
How?
Did his magic spell follow me everywhere? Knowing Maxwell he probably hired some voodoo expert and was now controlling me in my sleep.
I gave out a little laugh, what a mental thing to think. I turned on my side and tried to get comfortable. I had to admit it was an amazing dream. I had actually remembered every wonderful detail. Back then Maxwell had the power to mesmerize, capture and haunt me.
Exactly what he was doing now. I had this need to be with him, it was greater than ever. I bet he was talking to that woman or even worse, locked away in a hotel with someone else.
I closed me eyes, it hurt just thinking of him being with someone else. To top it all I had work tomorrow and I couldn't go to work looking a mess. I had to show him he wasn't winning and I wanted to make him feel worthless just like he had done to me. Then on the other hand, there would be a slight chance I never saw him. Maxwell no longer came in to see me in my office. Well, there wasn't much reason for him too anymore.
My life had changed in the blink of an eye and I hated it. Would I ever learn to live with it? I guess I didn't have much of a choice but to just except it.
CHAPTER TEN
Maxwell
I walked into the lobby and over to Georgina's assistant. “Is she in?” I asked, her eyes looked up at me and she gave a little shy smile. She didn't say a word just smiled. Just to add to her discomfort, I gave my special knicker combustion smile. Her cheeks flushed and it made me happy I still had it. I walked over to Georgina's office and opened the door.
Georgina looked up from her computer and her blue eyes glared at me. I could not take my eyes off her see-through blouse, especially with the red bra supporting her perfect breasts. Her hair was piled up on her head and she was wearing those black squared glasses. If this was a porn movie I could have easily walked over, bent her over the desk and fucked her. Well, about a week ago that is exactly what I would have done.
My arousal was impossible to control around her. I took in a deep breath and finally closed the door. I strolled over and sat down in the chair opposite her. Her eyes never leaving me, a little smug smile sprung to my lips. She still wanted me and I still wanted her.
“Mr Thomas” she snapped looking back at her computer. “What do you want?”
“I thought I would come and see if you were okay?” Her eyes slowly looked up and the look softened. “I can see you’re doing rather well” my finger pointed out the see-through blouse and she shifted awkwardly in her seat.
She sat back in her seat. “Your not looking bad yourself, Mr Thomas.”
I tilted my head to the side. “You know me,” I pretended to remove an invisible hair from my trouser leg. Her eyes watching my fingers, I quickly looked back at her and she removed her lip from the grip of her teeth. “See something you like, Georgina?” I teased.
She shook her head and swallowed hard. I wanted her to walk round and sit on my lap, the blood flowing down below was beginnin
g to become unbearable.
“What are you doing this weekend?” I asked, trying to distract myself.
“Nothing” she quickly replied. “You?”
My lips twitched. “I need to go to New York”
Her face fell and I knew exactly what she was thinking. Once again she turned into cold Georgina. God, I had taught her well. “Business or pleasure?” She snapped.
“Business” I replied softly. “You know how I work...”
She gave a little laugh and placed her head in her hands. “Will she be getting a necklace or a hotel suite?” The hatred filled her voice and my heart sank.
I sat forward. “George... please, I’m not interested in her.” Her expression never changed. I rubbed my finger along my brow and I exhaled. There was no point even trying to reason with her when she was in defence mode. “Look,” I stood up. I couldn't be near her much longer as I was sure I wouldn't be able to control myself. “Will you have Bailey this weekend?”
“Of course” she beamed, my heart broken a little bit more at the sight of her looking happy. In spite of everything I couldn't deny that she was a good mum and I knew it was killing her not seeing Bailey. I just nodded and began to walk out. “Maxwell,” she called after me. The sound of her saying my name made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. I stopped in my tracks and turned to look at her. “Thank you”.
“Any time, Georgina” with that I made my exit. As I left her assistant stared at me, but now I was no longer in the mood to fool about. I just wanted my wife back, shame, she no longer wanted me.
I felt as if I’d been stabbed in the heart and I no longer had a purpose. It was all my stupid fault, once again Maxwell Thomas had messed up big time. I had to prove to Georgina I was sorry and I would do anything to get her back.
***
Georgina
I ran into the restaurant where Riley was waiting for me. I had been on cloud nine every since Maxwell had visited me this afternoon. It had actually taken off guard and I was surprised with how I had withstood all his advances. It didn't help that the dream was forever flooding my mind.