Chapter4
1910 Words
Netim’s Point of View
The first thing I felt while stirring up was heat, and a sober warmth at my back.
I turned, my head hammering, and my mouth super dry.
"Jared," I mumbled, moving slightly, while pressing back into the warmth behind me.
A low hum rumbled in his chest at the contact, making me sigh and relax.
Of course, he hadn’t left.
Of course, he couldn’t just walk away after seven years.
Last night had been a very bad dream and it is all over now.
I smiled, rolling so I could face him, my hand trailing over his stomach, then higher, brushing above his chest.
“I knew you wouldn’t leave me,” I murmured, my fingers curling gently over his skin, while feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath.
My hand slid up to cup his face, while my thumb touched the margin of his cheekbone. I leaned in, letting my lips feel the margin of his jaw, as I nibbled him softly there, then kissed down the side of his neck, right to the spot just on top of his collarbone.
He made a sound, low and deep in his throat, that actually made me smile against his skin.
I slipped down, kissing along his chest, tasting the salt of his skin.
His body grew tight under me as my lips drew out over his heartbeat, slowly going lower. While my hand trailed along his ribs, following the curve of his waist.
Jared's body under my fingers went stiff.
My brows went knitted.
That didn’t feel so right.
"The f**k do you think you’re doing?"
My eyes burst open,
And I screamed.
Maximos Velasquez…
His one hand pulled around my wrists as he turned me over, roughly so that I was flat on my back, pinned under him. My breath caught as his body fell on top of mine,
while his other hand pushed down on my wrists above my head, pinning them deep in the pillows.
His face was of pure irritation.
"Would you shut the f**k up?" he says, rubbing his temples. "It’s too early for this."
My chest jolted up. As his face was inches from mine, while his body straddled mine.
"Velasquez…" I breathed, completely thrown.
His gaze ran over me,
"Did you forget where you are, sweetheart?" he growled, his voice low, and insanely calm.
"Not in my bed. What… What the hell is going on?" I murmured.
He moved his head to one side, and still didn't let go of my wrists.
“That’s what I’d like to know too, Danjuma.”
I wiggled under him, my voice becoming a frightened whine. "What am I doing here?! Was it because I messed up your suit? I…, I already apologized for that and gave you my card for replacements…..”
I stopped in the middle of my sentence, my eyes trailing down as I realized he was naked from the chest up.
My mouth dropped open, horror flooding my chest.
"What…what—"
My voice lowered to a murmur. "What did you do to me, Velasquez…?
He smiled unaffected by my tantrums and leaned back, slowly, making space for me to actually enjoy how unsettled and scared I was, as his eyes went over the side of my neck seductively before moving back to my face.
"I was going to ask you the same thing," he answered softly. "But considering what you were doing to me a minute or two ago…"
He drew his eyes down mine. "Shall I take a guess?"
My breath caught. "I—I thought you were—"
He leaned forward as his lips touched the margin of my ear.
"Ooh, what now?" he breathed, gruffly. "You want me to f**k you too, Danjuma?"
He backed away by inches so that he could meet my gaze dead in the eye.
"Or did you expect me to return the favor?"
My heart pounded against my throat. “You—.” I hadn't completed my statement before he leaned in toward my neck, his mouth moving against my skin—soft to start with. Then, and without mercy, kissing lower.
A shocked gasp escaped my lips, my thighs flaming up.
His other hand went under the sheets, moving along my thigh, until his fingers reached an abrupt stop at my center, making me arch involuntarily, and gasping jagged breaths.
His fingers rubbed slowly, just enough to make my hips twitch against him.
“Say the word,” he breathed, over my skin. “And I’ll f**k you right. Right here. Danjuma."
I shuddered, my lips trembling. “Maximos… get off me,” I hissed, trying to wiggle free.
His hand came to a halt.
Then he let go of my wrists, a grin over his stupid face.
I pulled the covers over my chest, panting.
He sat up. The sheet sliding lower, revealing the sharp lines of his abdomen, and his broad shoulders as well.
I gulped. Considering what had just happened a few minutes ago.
"You threw up on me, then passed out on my f*****g shoes," he said flatly. "And since I wasn’t in the mood to leave you on the bar floor like the cheap drunk mess you were, you ended up here. In my penthouse, but the hell not supposed to be in my bed"
My face blazed.
Bar?
What bar—?
Oh God.
My memory was fuzzy, but then, piece by piece everything started coming back.
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The first drink burned its way down my throat, and the second numbed everything in my chest.
The third? That one was for Jared.
I kept checking my phone, waiting for Adanna to text or show up at the door. But she never did.
And time continued to drag, as the seat across from me stayed empty.
She wasn't coming, I made up my mind.
She'd probably gotten cut up with something.
Whatever the reason, I was alone.
So I drank her beer and more of it since I planned on getting drunk anyway.
Somewhere between drinking more beers, I stopped feeling sad and started feeling. Nothing.
The embarrassment.
The breakup.
Velasquez's and Jared's humiliating words. Even Adanna is not showing up. None of it started mattering.
"Excuse me, miss." I heard a voice.
I blinked, looking up. There was a waitress at my table.
"We're closing."
I frowned, looking around. The place was empty truly, the chairs stacked, the tables wiped. Even the music had been turned off.
How long had I been sitting there?
I rubbed my temples.
"Right. Yeah. Sorry."
I reached for my purse, looking for my card.
"Would you like me to call you a cab?" she asked nicely.
I hesitated. Maybe but the idea of going back to an empty apartment after a night like that? Made me more heart broken so I smiled, and answered.
"No, I'm good."
She nodded and left.
I picked up my purse and tried standing up but the entire room swayed.
Lord.
I caught the table, struggling to remain upright.
I'd had too much.
I swayed and turned towards the door about going out when I ran into something.
No someone with a hard chest and an amazing cologne, a familiar sort of rich.
My stomach tightened.
No lord.
Not him.
Not again.
I looked up, blinking hard.
Maximos Velasquez.
Of course.
Looking just as annoyed as he had been at Gilded Fork, when I'd bumped into the waitress ruining his suit.
“You….again are you perhaps following m—.” I stopped in between my statement as a terrible creeping nausea I'd been suppressing all night came flooding out.
Before I could prevent it—I vomited on him.
On his second pricey suit in a single night.
My whole being froze as I grew hot, then cold, choosing how much further shame to heap on.
“Fuck." He said disgustedly looking down at himself likewise attempting to burn me up with his mind.
"Are you f*****g kidding me?"
I tried to talk.
"You—I—I'm sor—"
But my voice was stuck somewhere in my throat, which somehow made it so much worse.
Goodness.
I opened my mouth again, but nothing came out.
Maximos let out a short, annoying, maybe pissed laugh, then he came at me.
I stepped back by reflex, but a table was behind me. Sticking me in place. I was trapped and I had nowhere to go.
He studied me slowly, wondering if I was pathetic or just pitiful.
"First, you ruined my suit at Gilded Fork. Now, you f*****g throw up on me?"
My breath shook.
This wasn’t happening.
This could not be happening. And Maximos Velasquez looked like he was about five seconds away from ruining my life.
But he didn’t have to.
Because all of a sudden the room suddenly spun.
My head felt too heavy, while my knees buckled.
I barely even registered the disgusted curse Maximos let out before hitting the floor.
He stared down at me collapsed at his feet. His once-pristine, custom-made dress shirt was ruined, stained in two places, thanks to me.
Red wine first.
Now vomit.
Great f*****g unbelievable.
"Boss?" I heard his bodyguard say.
"Handle this," Maximos muttered immediately, stepping back like I was a complete mess he refused to touch.
His bodyguard hesitated. "What do you want me to do Sir?" I heard him say.
Maximos shot him a sharp look.
"I don’t care. Just get her out of my f*****g sight.”
…….
Oh.
Oh, s**t.
I buried my face in my hands.
Maximos scoffed. "Right. Now do us both a favor and get the hell out of my room."
My head snapped up.
His lips rolled into a smirk.
"What? Were you expecting breakfast in bed? Maybe a sweet little goodbye kiss? Hate to disappoint, princess, but this isn’t one of your love stories."
My stomach twisted with pure humiliation.
"Screw you, "I snapped. Feeling more humiliated "Like I would ever—"
"Like you would ever what?" Maximos cut in lazily. "End up in my bed.”
"Nothing happened," I said immediately.
"No s**t," Maximos said, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. As he stood up, glorious in nothing but black underwear, completely unbothered.
I gloped.
He was gloriously tall, and broad, and built like a Roman god.
His black boxer briefs sat low on his hips, drawing my eyes lower to the deep lines cutting into his hips, resting on his…..
I swallowed.
Looking away so fast my neck nearly snapped.
"Give me that look again, and I might think you want me to f**k you Danjuma."
“You—.” I wanted to actually punch him, right in his obnoxiously perfect face, for making me so much humiliated.
'In your dreams.' I muttered to myself obviously.
"I have standards," he added, smirking as he walked toward his closet. "And desperate, broke little heiresses don’t meet them."
Heat flamed up my spine.
I shoved the sheets aside, standing but dizziness hit me making me sway for half a second.
And big mistake too because when I looked down I realized I was only in a lace bra and matching panties.
My breath was torn.
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