Chapter 6: Reasonable Doubt
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---## **MAXIMUM CARTER**
I told myself I only walked her home because it was late.
Because New York wasn't safe after midnight.
Because anyone would've done the same.
That was a lie.
The truth was...
I couldn't stop thinking about her.
About the way her hands trembled in class.
About the dark circles beneath her eyes.
About the way she'd said, *"I had breakfast,"* as if she had something to prove.
I didn't do this.
I didn't care about people.
Especially not Mera Bennett.
She wasn't just another girl.
She was a threat.
To my reputation.
To my position at Crestwood.
To the control I'd spent three years building.
And yet...
When she thanked me...
Something shifted.
Something I didn't understand.
I reached my penthouse a little after two in the morning.
The place was silent.
Dad was still in London.
The city lights stretched endlessly beyond the glass walls.
My phone buzzed.
**Noah:** *Party was dead. Where'd you disappear to?*
I ignored the message.
Another notification appeared.
**Mona ❤️**
*"Hey, baby. Haven't seen you all week. Don't you miss me?"*
I stared at the screen.
Mona and I had been fuc*king each other since high school.
She acted like we were dating.
We weren't.
At least, not to me.
Lately...
Even her messages felt exhausting.
Without replying, I locked my phone and tossed it onto the couch.
I walked to the window.
The Carter name was everywhere.
Hotels.
Office buildings.
Restaurants.
Everything my father had built.
Everything I was expected to inherit.
But none of it was on my mind.
Instead...
All I could see was a scholarship girl with tired blue eyes.
The girl who looked me in the face and said,
*"There are twenty-three other seats."*
The girl who refused to fear me.
The girl I was supposed to Win.
My jaw tightened.
"This isn't over, Mera Bennett," I murmured to the empty room.
"You've got no idea what's coming."
The words echoed through the silence.
For the first time in years...
They sounded hollow.
I wasn't thinking about beating her anymore.
I was thinking about understanding her.
Why did she work until one in the morning?
Why did she look exhausted every time I saw her?
Why did she pretend she was fine when it was obvious she wasn't?
None of it should've mattered.
She was my competition.
Nothing more.
So why was she the only person I could think about?
I ran a hand through my hair and looked out over the Manhattan skyline.
Tomorrow I'd see her again.
Tomorrow I'd remind myself who Maximum Carter was.
The heir to Carter Industries.
The top student.
The man who always won.
I repeated it like a promise.
Like a warning.
Because if I wasn't careful...
Mera Bennett wasn't going to lose this war.
I was.
I heard a sound coming from my bedroom.
"I was supposed to be the only one here," I muttered.
Only three people could get into my penthouse without me unlocking the door.
My father.
Noah.
...Damn.
Mona.
I walked toward my bedroom and pushed the door open.
There she was.
Comfortably stretched across my bed, wearing nothing but a smug smile, completely at ease in my space.
The moment she saw me, she grinned.
"Baby," she purred, "since you weren't answering my texts, I decided to pay you a little visit."
I stood there, motionless.
She climbed off the bed and sauntered toward me with slow, confident steps. When she reached me, she leaned close enough for her perfume to fill the air.
"You like what you see?" she whispered near my ear.
For a brief moment, instinct took over.
I pulled her against me and kissed her.
She kissed me back without hesitation, her fingers sliding into my hair as if nothing had changed between us.
It was familiar.
Easy.
Automatic.
But something felt... different.
I pulled away first.
She frowned.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
She searched my face.
"You're lying."
I looked away.
For the first time in years, being with Mona didn't quiet my mind.
Instead...
All I could see were tired blue eyes.
A scholarship girl who worked until one in the morning.
A girl who insisted she'd eaten breakfast when I knew she probably hadn't.
Mona touched my cheek.
"Max?"
I blinked, forcing myself back into the room.
"What?"
"You're here," she said softly, "but you're not really here."
She was right.
And that bothered me more than I wanted to admit.
she walk to me and gave me a kiss
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And that was all it took for my self-control to crack.
I caught her wrist as she turned away, pulling her back against me.
She smiled, victorious.
"I knew you'd miss me."
My hand settled at the small of her back as I kissed her. She responded instantly, wrapping her arms around my neck. It was familiar—comfortable in the way old habits often were.
"You've been avoiding me," she murmured between kisses.
"I've been busy."
"That's not an answer."
She searched my face, her smile fading ever so slightly.
"Something's different."
I didn't respond.
Instead, I kissed her again, trying to silence both her questions and my own thoughts.
For a while, it worked.
The rest of the world disappeared.
I hold her boobs with one of my hands,using the other one to softly hold her neck kissing her there slowly.
my hand left her boobs and slowly caressed up to her lower back just close to her hips and down to her soft ass.
She let out a moan " Hmm baby i have missed you d**k"
The kisses move to her lips and the hands from her ass move to her boobs again massaging her boobs and rubbing her n****e slowly.
She let out another moan "yes baby I like that"
I pushed her to the bed and stay on top of her,i put my mouth on one of her n****e and sucked on it and the other one is been caressed softly pinches at the tip and slow movement round the n****e and small squeeze occasionally then storing to cover her lips with kisses so too lond dont moan too loudly.
I let out my d**k and want into her wet pus**y, and she lost it," Yes daddy fyck me harder!!
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