My Brother-in-law Is My Ex

I frowned at the thought of being forced to come to this party. Sure, it was partially in my honor. But did I have to share the glory with Maxence Lanaro, the CEO? After all the hard work I put in for over a year to keep my distance and be very professional with the executives, especially him. Now, I must face him in a social environment, too. There are so many reasons why I shouldn't be put in this predicament. There are too many to count. But the main reason is that Max Lanaro is my sister’s husband. The man I was in love with many years before he even met my sister. Max's parents pressured him to marry my sister Nadia. Every time I think about the reasons why and how I lost him, no, how he was stolen from me, it hurts and burns clean through my soul. I met Max Lanaro when my parents forced me to further my education abroad. Almost instantly we had chemistry and were inseparable during my time in Europe. I can’t think about that right now. I need a drink. So I made my way over to the bar. The history me and Max shared warrants me avoiding him at all costs. But after several drinks, I learned something I didn't know about myself that night. While under the influence, I made a stupid decision. 'No, an intoxicated person doesn't make decisions. It was a mistake. Yes, that's what it was. But something in my mind keeps wandering if it was?' Shaking my head profusely. 'I don't know.' Sighing heavily. I lay in bed trying to recall where my head must have been that night. All I can recall is after the third drink, I was moving my head to the beat, wishing it was me out on the floor, dancing with the CEO of our company. Maxence looked so cool, dancing so sultrily with her. Seeing him with his wife made me drink even more. But the more I drank, the more courage it gave me to gaze at the man I had been in love with since college. At times, I would see his dark eyes staring at me as his skin glowed under the club lights. My head was swirling as I was imagining his strong arms around me, his lips touching my skin, and his six-foot-two medium-built frame moving against my body; the thoughts already had me soaking wet. Then, the song ended as he and his wife seemed to disappear. I sighed. 'Thank God they're gone.' I was proud of myself; I didn't feel angry or pathetic. There was another feeling inside me I had never felt before. Maybe it was the liquor. I looked away from the dance floor, prepared to stand up, get my coat, and ask for a company driver to take me home. I smiled, I had a perfect little buzz as I walked toward the exit after only taking a few steps in my five-inch heels. I crashed headlong into someone. My hands landed on a chest, and I realized it was a man. I felt the steel he hid beneath every inch of his skin. "You're not leaving already, are you?" A masculine voice utters against my ear. The breath left my body; I recognized the voice almost instantly. I thought he had gone home. Maxence arms encircled me, holding me prisoner against his chest. The enticing scent of his cologne penetrates my nostrils, sending my already tampered mind into a daze. When he didn't immediately free me, I looked up at his sexy face. What did I do that for? I see those long, sooty lashes and that strong jawline covered with a five o'clock shadow gracing his chin. I'd lost the ability to speak. I couldn't verbalize a word, but my intoxicated mind quipped. "You need to seize the opportunity before he's gone." All these years, I had kept myself away from the man I love. Fought the temptation of being intimately with him. 'But he approached me.' I took his hand. "I don't want to talk right now." Then, out of nowhere. I raised on my tiptoes, kissing his lips. A pair of lips I'd missed and longed to kiss for years. Then, my hands move naturally around his strong neck and shoulders. I feel his hand slide around to my waist. And I continued to say things out of my character without shame or hesitation. "My place is not too far from here." I tell him bravely before I can talk myself out of it. The look in his eyes confirmed my suspicions. Maxence Lanaro still loves and wants me as much as I want him. How could he not after all we have been through and was forced to separate. He licks that rapid beating point on my neck, causing me to shiver from head to toe. "Let's go," he said, not hesitating either. We head out the club's front door, and the company driver pulls up. I give my address to the driver as he pulls me flush against him. "How long has it been?" I asked him. "Too long." He says as his lips land on minds. "I've been waiting for years." "Shh. We'll talk tomorrow." I told him, but his lips parted from my mind. "I've been waiting for years to tell you this, Peyton. You're still my only love. "Then don't let me go this time." "I won't. I promise." The jarring realization hit me the following day. "Did we?" My mind or my mouth was unable to form the words. If I think about what has occurred once my family and Nadia finds out! I don’t know what is going to happen! Why did I allow us to start reminiscing on our past together? Because it’s too amazing to forget! Please tell me how did a perfect past turn into a present nightmare?