It had been days since the
episode in the Riley's hallway. After Maxwell had left I had called
his mother and asked if I could stay in the villa in Cannes. Of
course, there were questions and I didn't hold anything back.
I really should have gone to
Spain, but the thought of my dad telling me what a mess I was-- I
didn't need that. I knew I had messed up my life. But him yelling
at me wasn't helping! Also, no doubt he would try and compare me to
my mother. Was I like her? Surely not! Or maybe I was in
denial?
I watched the people on the
beach down below. I hoped his mum kept her promise and wouldn't
tell him where I was. I wanted to be alone and think. Think what I
was going to do with my life.
I and Riley were over, well it
hadn't started. It was not great timing and one of the worse things
I probably ever done in my life. I couldn't bear to cause anyone
else pain.
I was now free and alone. I
couldn't remember the last time I had even been single. Wow, this
was first, especially for me.
***
Maxwell
I walked into the house and it
was quiet. The kids were still at school and Maddy must still be
out shopping. I made my way into the living area and directly to
the drinks cabinet. I grabbed the bottle of bells, unscrewed the
lid and drank straight from the bottle. It tasted good.
“
That’s not
the answer” bellowed a voice. I glanced over my shoulder and my
mother was standing in the doorway. Fuck! That was all I
needed.
Her blue eyes were full of
worry, love and sympathy. I placed the bottle back down and fell to
my knees. The tears wouldn't stop. I could no longer pretend
everything was fine and push my feelings for Georgina away.
My whole body ached, my heart
torn apart and the agony was uncontrollable. I felt her drop to my
side and pull me into her.
“
Son,” she
cried. “I know. I know” her voice was soothing. “Why didn't you
call me sooner?”
I shrugged. “I didn't think it
would get this much out of control.” Then it clicked and I looked
at her. “You know? Who? How?”
“
Georgina rang
me about three days ago. She explained and I got here as quickly as
I could. Georgina was worried about you and suggested I came to
take care of you.”
The pain deepened at the
thought that my Miss Dawson still cared for me. Although, not
enough to come back and be my wife. I rested my head on her
shoulder and she began to play with my hair, just like she did when
I was a child.
“
I was a
cunt,” I sniffed.
“
Please
Maxwell, not that word” she said sternly.
“
She hasn't
been in work and today I got served divorce papers.”
“
That's why I
am really here” a light smile came to her lips. She knew something
and I urged her on with my eyes. “Georgina is in Cannes.” Finally
there was some hope, only a little, but enough to stop the tears.
“You go to Cannes and you beg and you don't come home without
her.”
She made it all sound simple.
But what if I did go and Georgina slammed the door in my face. What
if she was with him? Then again, exactly what did I have left to
lose?
“
Just do it!”
She yelled, stopping my thoughts in their tracks. “I'll watch
everything and your dad will be here in a few days.” She cupped my
face in her hands. “Get your wife back, Maxwell.”
For the first time in weeks I
actually smiled. There was no reason why I should try. I was going
to Cannes, I was going to get my wife and I wasn't returning to LA
without her!
CHAPTER
TWELEVE
Maxwell
It was too quiet... Maybe she
had already left? I entered the bedroom and looked at all her
things scattered all over the place. A little smirk came to my face
as I glanced over at the white four poster bed.
She was staying in the same
room we shared when we sneaked away on our pretend business
meeting. Also, it was the same room I had dumped her in.
The sound of water was coming
from the on-suite bathroom. I sat down on the bed and gave a breath
of relief. She was here and now the hard bit was about to
follow.
The bathroom door opened slowly
and she emerged wrapped in a towel. Her skin glistered and her hair
was dripping wet. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever met
in my life. My Miss Dawson.
She looked at me shocked and
kept blinking. What did she think I was? A fragment of her
imagination. We didn't speak-- our eyes did all the talking. I
wanted her more than ever. Especially when she was biting down on
her lip.
I loved the way out minds were
connected at times. She moved gracefully towards, the towel dropped
to the floor. My hands reached out and pulled her towards me. I
bowed my head and took her nipple in my mouth. Her back arched and
her fingers locked in my hair, as my tongue circled the pink
bud.
Her hands moved from my hair
and she placed them on my shoulders, slowly pushing me back on to
the bed. She straddled me and her hands got to work on jean
buttons. Before I knew it, I was free and standing, ready for
her.
“
I like you
like this, Mr Thomas” she smirked, as she lowered herself down on
me. Inch by inch I filled her up. She let out a little groan and
her hips started to rock.
My hands gripped on her hips
and I moved with her. We were perfect together, always in sync and
knew what the other liked. I couldn’t be without her. There was no
one else in this world for me.
I head fell back on to the
mattress and I allowed her to take over. Just for once I would let
her be in control. That was something I was going to have to learn
to do. Not just with sex, but with other aspects of my life.
We both lay on the bed in our
post-orgasmic states. She was just staring at me with a massive
smile on her face. I hadn't seen it in a while and had missed it.
My fingertips glided up and down her bare back, she was soft and
smooth.
“
I had a funny
feeling your mum would tell you where I was” she paused and moved
closer to me, resting her hand on my chest. “Actually, I prayed she
would.”
“
You
prayed?”
“
Sort of” she
shrugged.
“
Sounds
promising.”
“
I take it you
didn't just come to Cannes to get me into bed, Mr
Thomas?”
“
No. We need
to work things out. I don't want a divorce, George. Do
you?”
She sat up and brought her
knees to her chest. “I don't know what I want or who I am?” Her
voice full of sadness “That's why I came here to think.”
“
We can think
together.”
She looked down at me and the
smile had gone. “What if we don't come up with a solution?”
I grabbed hold of arm and
pulled her down to me. Holding her tight against my body and taking
in her wonderful scent. “We stay forever.”
“
How would
your business survive without you?”
I placed a finger against her
lip. “Shh, we have left business behind.” My eyes widened. “Golden
rule, Miss Dawson, golden rule” I hissed through gritted teeth.
“Let’s play a game?”
“
A game?” she
was biting down on that lip again. “As long as we stay here we are
no longer married.”
She narrowed her eyes and
looked at me like I was crazy. “Maxwell? You just said you don't
want a divorce.”
“
No, hear me
out” I added. “You'll like this... The life we have doesn't exist.
We are good old Mr Golden rule and Miss Dawson.”
“
You want to
go back in time?” She laughed. “You have gone crazy!”
“
I am only
crazy in love with you” I replied. “We need to learn to discover
each other again. When we go home” a smirk came to my lips. “That's
where we will both decide what to do.”
“
Do I have a
choice after you seemed to have planned everything?”
“
Do you want a
choice?”
“
No! And
besides I like your games.”
I pulled her head towards mine
and placed a single kiss on her forehead. “Then I guess we are two
of a kind, Miss Dawson.”
***
Georgina
I couldn't get my head round
the fact he was actually here. For the last few days/nights my
dreams and my thoughts had been filled with him. I had wished and
prayed to have him next to me; feel his lips on my skin, his warm
hands running over my body and most of his bare skin against mine.
After everything that had happened he was still my sweet fix and I
now knew there was no way I could even contemplated being without
him.
He was my world and I loved him
so much it hurt deep in my stomach. We had been stupid and lost so
much precious time. I looked up at him and smiled. He smiled back,
his eyes sparkling and his red hair floppy and curling round his
eyes. Wow, this was the man who had swept me off my feet, changed
my life in so many ways.
We were heading to Brett's bar.
Brett was Maxwell's best friend and was now running it with
Maxwell's sister Amber. We strolled in and Amber's jaw dropped
open.
“
Oh my god!”
she squeaked, running up to us. She threw her arms round me and
then Maxwell. “What are you both doing here?” She stood back and
suddenly looked confused. “Wait! Mum said you were getting
divorce?”
Maxwell looked at Amber and
slowly looked down at me, his beautiful mouth twitching in
amusement. “Divorce.” He raised a perfect eyebrow and chuckled.
“You have to be married to get divorced, right Miss Dawson?”
Amber narrowed her eyes. “Miss
Dawson? Maxwell, are you on drugs?”
“
Just play the
game, little sister, play the game!” He patted my arse and walked
over to the bar, leaving me with Amber who looked even more
confused.
“
Are you on
what he is?” I shook my head. “Well, divorce? Please say my mother
had it all wrong.”
I gave my girly grin. “He
thinks we need to discover each other again-- the game!” I paused
and brushed some hair out of my face. “I don't want a divorce... I
want my husband forever.” My eyes looked up and he was staring
straight at me, leaning against the bar as if he was posing for
photos.
“
Thank god”
Amber linked my arm with hers and dragged me over to Maxwell.
“Finally some happy news.” I took my place next to my man.
“Drinks?” Amber asked.
“
Vodka and
Orange for Miss Dawson” he scooped down and kissed my cheek. The
tingles flooded through my body, I was in heaven and Maxwell seemed
like his old self.
“
Well, look
what the cat brought it” bellowed a voice. We all looked up and
Brett had emerged from nowhere. He had got fat! I had to bite down
on my lip to stop myself from saying anything.
“
Hey” Maxwell
smiled. “Brett, I would like to introduce you to my girlfriend,
Miss Dawson.”
“
Mmmm,” he
gave the same confused look Amber had a few moments ago. “Georgina,
is he okay?” I nodded. My man was fine in every way.
“
It's a game”
Amber added.
“
Right! Come!”
He ordered and we all followed him up to the VIP section upstairs.
He escorted us to a table and pulled a chair up for me. “Take a
seat. I'll be back in five with drinks.”
Finally me and Maxwell were
alone. The place looked exactly the same from years ago. The only
difference now was I wasn't his dirty secret but his wife. Except
that wasn't allowed to be said out loud.
He leaned over. “Someone's been
eating too many pies!” Maxwell laughed. “Knowing Amber, she has
probably been force feeding him.”
I shook my head at his bad
joke. “Don't be cruel!” I placed both my hands in his and we stared
at each other from opposite ends of the table. I didn't want to
look away. I wanted to mentally capture the way he looked like now
forever. I had missed him more than I had thought. Maxwell Thomas
was mesmerizing and unbelievably erotic. Just being this close to
him sent the dark deadly desirable pain down below. I was never
going to full fill my craving for him, he was like a drug; the more
I had the greedier I became.
I laughed to myself and he
tilted his head to the side. “Something you would like to
share?”
“
I gave that
red dress to charity” I blurted out and the thought of what he had
once said about my red boob-tube the last time we were here. The
memory started to play in my mind--
'
"When you're in that tiny dress it
pays off coming away with you!"
I looked down at my red boob
tube dress. I did look amazing. It hugged all my curves and showed
off my best features-my legs.
I tilted my head the way he did
and tried to copy his special smiles.
His eye widened and we were
locked in our own world.
"Oh Miss Dawson," he shifted in
his sea and his voice went dangerously low. My body temperature
raised and my sexual demon was awakened. "I will fuck you right
here and now. I don't care whose watching."
“
Oh” he
beamed. “I remember the dress. I also remember Amber bursting in
that night too.” His expression changed and he looked angry at me.
“We are meant to be playing a game, Miss Dawson” his tone serious.
“Don't let that happen again or there will be
consequences.”
I placed my hand over my mouth,
opps I had forgotten. I hoped I wasn't into much trouble. Then
again, the idea of a punishment was a big turn on. I squeezed my
thighs together to try and relieve some of my discomfort.