by Lexi Whitlow
“Okay,” I say, focusing intently on my hands in my lap so I can’t see her expression. “I’ll talk. You listen.”
“Maddox, please...”
“Just shut up and listen and then I’ll take you home,” I say firmly. “I don’t want to take your parents’ money, but I also don’t want to quit this job while you’re stuck in this Stepford Daughter role. You’ve decided to play along with your folks and do your ‘duty’. I can do the same thing. I can stay, and maybe even help to keep some space between you and your mother. Help them have more reasonable expectations. I’ll never believe for a second that you want to put yourself out there like a piece of meat to lure those people onto your mother’s hook, any more than you’ll convince me your new ‘look’ was your idea. It isn’t who you are. I don’t think it’ll last.
“And I’ll never be the obedient little errand boy they seem to think they can convince me to become, if they just throw enough money at me. Your parents can’t tell me who to sleep with, or who to…”
“Maddox...”
“No, I’m not done...”
“Maddox!”
I look up. There’s a car in front of us and three guys with camera’s fanning out around the Rover, snapping photographs as they move.
Fucking hell. Stalkerazzi scum. I hit the buttons on the door to raise the windows, then I step out of the vehicle, feeling a crushing burst of adrenaline pumping through my system, sharpening my focus, making my fists clench.
“Maddox, please keep your cool! Don’t get yourself arrested! They’re not worth it!”
I slam the Rover’s door closed and run down the nearest guy, wrenching the camera out of his hand. I want to smash it over his skull, but I hear Avery’s words in my head. Instead I find the slot for the memory card. I pop it out and snap it into pieces between my thumb and forefinger, then shove the camera back at its owner with a warning.
“You should fuck the hell off. The lady’s off the clock.”
The guy looks at the destroyed card lying shredded at my feet, then at me. “I had some thousand dollar shots on that. God damn...”
“Yeah, well, you can’t spend it six feet under. Next time I won’t worry about fucking up the memory card. It’ll be your fucking face.”
He turns and starts to walk away, then he turns back. “Fuck you Bryant. You and your uptown, snotty girlfriend. Everybody knows you’re doing her. We’re just trying to get pictures to prove it. It’s only a matter of time.”
“It’s only a matter of time before I break your fucking neck.” I growl. I step toward him, which sends him and his buddies scurrying back to their car like startled rabbits. They speed off, taking photos of me as they depart.
I go back to the Range Rover and climb in. Avery is sitting up, wide-eyed. She’s looking at me like I just slayed a dragon.
“That was really brave,” she says.
I shake my head. “No. That wasn’t brave. That was just me making empty threats at a piss-ant little shit who needs to find a better way to earn a living.”
I put the Rover into gear and pull off. “We’ll finish our conversation at your place.”
Once in her apartment, I take off my tie – which is strangling me – and shed my coat. I shrug off my shoulder rig and hang it on the back of a kitchen chair while Avery disappears into her bedroom to get out of that ridiculous outfit.
When she emerges, she’s a lot closer to her old self, wearing worn jeans with holes at the knees and a City Lights t-shirt that looks older than she is. She fetches two beers from the fridge, opens them, hands me one, and then plops herself down on the couch, tucking her feet under her hips.
“You want to talk,” she says. “So talk.”
I take a seat across from her. I try to find the words. It’s more difficult than it should be, and I still don’t understand her decision.
“Can you explain why you decided to fall in line with your mother’s demands now? After all this time of trying so hard to be a thorn in her side? Why you’ve just folded?”
She gives me a sad smile. “Because you mean a lot to me. We’ve been friends forever. And I know you had to leave the service to help with your mother. You need to start over – again. I don’t want to screw that up for you.”
“Avery, you’re not screwing anything up. I can get by...”
“Yeah. I know.” She teases, interrupting. “You can ‘get by’. Your idea of living life is pretty meager. You always have been a bit low on the expectations side, but my parents can pretty much destroy any prospects you might have. I’m the reason you were forced into the service in the first place. I know you didn’t want to go. I’m not going to be the reason your entire life gets ruined.”
Her logic is so flawed that it’s difficult sometimes to rationalize it against all the expensive education she’s had.
“The Marines was the best thing that ever happened to me.” I tell her. “Except coming back here – to you.”
“Maddox, please...”
“No. I’m not giving you up.”
“We have to stop. You need the job.”
“I’ll agree to stop when you tell me you want me to stop – for you. Not for me, or your parents, or anyone else. That’s the one thing I haven’t heard from you.”
I stand up and move toward her, swiftly slipping over her on the couch, pushing her down. I kiss her lips – gently at first – waiting for her response. She tries not to kiss me back and I feel her hand pressing against my chest, but in just a second her fingers thread behind my neck and her lips rise into mine. Her body heaves up to meet me.
I want her so badly. I want her to be mine and mine alone. I want all those guys who talk trash about her to see her on my arm and know that I’m the one, the only one, that she comes for. I want her parents to see her blissfully happy, and to realize they can no longer control her. I want to see her laugh at insipid ideas about money, or status, or people’s opinions. I want my opinion to be the only one that concerns her.
I lift her t-shirt and bury my face in her slightly sun-burned breasts, kissing them, stretching her nipples between my fingers.
“I’ll take your parent’s money,” I say, lapping and sucking the swollen, tender flesh. “And I’ll play the part. But here – you and I – we do what we want. It’s nobody’s business but ours.”
* * *
Two hours later, laying in the dark with Avery cradled in my arms, she looks up into my eyes.
“I don’t understand how we’re gonna pull this off. I suck at keeping secrets.”
I nod. “Me too, but we will, as long as we have to. Eventually the election will be over, and then – if you want – we’ll come clean. ‘Til then, we’ll stay on the down-low, just to keep everyone happy.”
Everyone but us.
Chapter 19
Avery
“Darling, did you know that the digital memory cards on those expensive cameras professional photographers use cost thirty-thousand dollars?”
Evelyn and I are in a limo, headed back to her office after having spent the most tedious three hours of my life in the company of seventy-odd members of the Sausalito Women’s Club. Mother gave a speech on the topic of local government, promoting the idea of allowing the locals to determine the shape and character of their community, rather than having to cater to big-government mandates like providing public schools, public transportation, or equal access to housing. They ate her up like crème brulée, and came back for seconds. They couldn’t write checks fast enough.
“I thought memory cards were pretty cheap,” I say, knowing exactly where she’s going with this.
“In fact, they’re not,” she says. “I know this because my attorney informed me this morning we paid that amount of money to some online publication called TMZ in compensation for the destruction of a memory card – the destruction allegedly done by one Maddox Bryant.”
I say nothing.
“He’s a very expensive lap dog.” Evelyn observes. “And I suspect he’s p
rone to nip on occasion. See if you can keep him on a leash. And, as I’m thinking of it, let me remind you again that we are living under a microscope. It’s wonderful that outlets like these TMZ people are so willing to settle and keep their mouths shut. CNN would not be nearly as easy to manage. The scrutiny is only going to become more intense. You – and your lap dog – need to mind yourselves. The press is trying to find anything – anything at all – to pin to us. We need to be beyond reproach.”
I’m silent as she prattles on.
“You know, maybe we just need to let him go. I believe the two of you have been far too involved with each other. That is a breach of his contract, but your father says he trusts Maddox since we’re able to do so much for Nadine. Now, I love Nadine, but — she doesn’t have so long to live anyway.”
“We’re not involved,” I say. “Not at all.”
“That’s good to hear, Avery. He’s just not good enough for you.”
I listen to her keep on, because I have to. Because there’s nowhere else to go.
* * *
Maddox meets me at home after I get back from Sausalito. He’s been a little distracted over the last several days – something is weighing on him – but I haven’t had much time to pry hard into what’s going on, and right now is not the time. It’s the first evening I’ve had free in weeks. My best friend Ella and I are getting together for dinner and drinks. Its the first non-Stepford Daughter thing I’ve done socially in what feels like forever.
Maddox is driving us to the restaurant, but he’s being the ‘good bodyguard’ since the night of that last-minute fundraiser. In public he plays the part of the disinterested employee just doing his job. When we get home it’s another story. So far no one is the wiser, but tonight I need to confess to somebody, and Ella is (aside from Maddox) my oldest and dearest friend. Plus she’s female, and I need a woman’s perspective on all of this.
“I absolutely detest your hair,” Ella says as soon as we sit down. “I saw you on TV the other day and I screamed. You probably heard me.”
I touch the chemically straightened, blow dried style, and I cringe. “I know.” I reply, screwing up my face. “Not my idea.”
Ella shakes her head at me. “Girlfriend, what the hell are you doing? I know your politics. I know you! And you’re on the road, selling that snake oil? Please.”
“I have no choice,” I say, lamely attempting to defend myself. “But I don’t want to talk about my mother. I have other… issues.”
Ella’s eyes narrow. “Dish.”
A second later a deliciously handsome waiter with piercing green eyes arrives at our table and tells us about the specials. I can’t help but grin as he turns, wagging a very nice ass, departing after he’s taken our order.
“Gay.” Ella states. “He’s wearing colored contacts. I know about these things. Now dish.”
I take a deep breath and then I tell her almost everything, beginning with the threatening text and photos, and the ‘safe house’ get away to San Diego, the private beach, and ending with Maddox and I having a secret, incredibly hot, relationship right under my mother’s nose, while she’s paying him to keep me from fucking around.
Ella listens to all of it, taking in every detail. When I finally stop talking she gives me that enigmatic smile she reserves for dumb frat boys who try to catcall her. Then she glances over to the bar where Maddox is sitting by himself with a steaming plate of high-protein something and a glass of iced tea.
“How long have you known this dude?” She asks me.
I shrug. “Since high school. Before that, I guess. We hung out as little kids, and then I really got to know him that last year of high school after he had to drop out of community college.”
“Yeah.” Ella replies. She glances at Maddox again, then back. “Girl, I may only be an art major, but I was not born yesterday. I’ve known you since you started hanging out with him, and I’ve never seen you with a guy like that one. And I’ve never seen that look in your eye.”
“We’re just fucking around,” I say, lying. I feel the color coming to my cheeks. “It was a high school crush. We’re just…. feeling it out.”
“My ass,” Ella says, rolling her eyes. “Why don’t ya’ll just tell Evelyn to go get fucked? It’s obvious you care about him. Take a damn risk Avery.”
Oh no. Not Ella too?
“I can’t,” I mumble. I try to think. “Maddox’s mom is sick. He needs this job. If Evelyn finds out we’ve kept on with this, they’ll fire him. He won’t get his money. I can’t let that….”
“Oh good Lord, Avery Thomas. Your family doesn’t rule the whole world – not yet anyway. Tall Dark and Dangerous over there looks like he can take care of himself just fine. If he’s sticking around through all this BS your mother’s thrown his way, then he’s every bit as into you as you are into him. You’re just like your damn mother. You want to control everything and everyone. But sweetheart, you can’t control who you fall in love with. That shit just happens – or not.”
“She won’t let us be together. Not for real. She hates him,” I say. “Evelyn will never stop. Now it’s the Senate. But she may run for President. No matter what, I’ll always be the daughter who has to step up...”
“No,” Ella says. “One day you’ll be the daughter who say’s ‘Screw that. I deserve a life too.’ You need to do that sooner rather than later.”
“And if I do that, they destroy him, and any future opportunities he might have. They can have people blacklisted. You know how that works.”
“I know how it works,” Ella says. “And I know that good people always find a way ahead. If your boy Maddox is good people, he’ll find his way. He’ll do it a whole lot easier if you’re with him.”
I hear what she’s saying, and on some level I believe what she’s telling me is the truth. Ella loves me and she always tells me the truth. I owe her the same.
“Look. I’ve been putting my thumb in Evelyn’s eye since I was thirteen years old, but this is different. I never cared what she might do to me, or to any guy I showed up with. But Maddox is different. I’d rather cut out my own heart than hurt him anymore. My family has screwed with him since he was nineteen years old. I can’t let them screw up his life anymore.”
Our meals arrive, and they look delicious, but suddenly I feel a little nauseous. All this honesty must be a serious shock to my system.
“They can try to screw up his life,” Ella says, digging into her pork primavera, “Or you can just fuck it up completely by breaking his heart – and yours – at the same time.”
* * *
“I like Ella.” Maddox offers as we drive toward home. “I never knew her much back then, but I like her.”
“She likes you too,” I say. “And she’s never had much use for any guy I’ve liked, so that’s saying something.”
“Did you… Did you tell her about us?” He asks, halfway turning to me while keeping one eye on the road.
I nod. “I told her everything. And then some.”
Maddox gets that look, like I’ve done something wrong. He says, “Avery. We’re walking a tightrope here. No one can know.”
“I trust her with my life.”
He just shakes his head. “Okay,” he says. “It’s your ball game. Your parents. Your mother. I’m willing to take on whatever comes. We’re playing it this way because you want to. So... okay.”
I wonder if he really would be willing to ditch his six figure job and just leave with me.
“Ah, look at this. The stalkerazzi are back,” Maddox says, driving slowly past the main entrance of my apartment building. There are three guys with cameras on the sidewalk, obviously awaiting some grand entrance. “I’ll park in the public lot in the next block. We’re gonna have to go through them. I’m sorry.”
Once the Rover is parked, we head toward the building along the sidewalk. Fifty feet from the front door, the photographers clue in to the fact that I’m heading right toward them. Maddox is beside me, his arm aroun
d me, but as they crowd in, I feel exposed.
“Is your mother setting herself up for a presidential run in four years?” one asks.
“Is your mother really supporting the abolition of community-funded schools, Miss Thomas?” Another one calls out.
“Do you think North Korea will actually follow through on its threat to target Southern California with a nuclear weapon in the next four years?” A third shouts at me as Maddox hustles me up the steps.
He shoves them all back. “Guys. Give miss Thomas some space. She doesn’t speak for her mother. Let her through.”
“Hey Maddox. Is it true you and Miss Thomas are a couple? You’ve been seen leaving her place pretty late recently.” The first reporter asks. “How does her mother feel about that? I heard you two don’t get on so well.”
I am almost too terrified to look up, but when I do, I see Maddox rolling his eyes at the man.
“You guys really need to find some real news.” He said. “That’s pathetic.”
He rushes me up the stairs and inside the lobby of my apartment building without any more drama.
“Sorry about that,” he says, punching the button for the elevator. “Guess I need to be more discreet.”
When the elevator arrives, we step inside. As soon as the doors close, I step up on my tip toes and kiss Maddox on the cheek. He looks surprised, and then even more so when I say, “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”
Technically, we’re still in public, so he doesn’t reciprocate. He just meets my eyes and says, “Always, Miss Thomas. Always.”
* * *
The way Maddox touches me when we’re alone, makes my body feel like it was designed to respond to him – and him alone. Earlier this evening with Ella, I was feeling a bit ill, but as soon as Maddox pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me, I feel electricity surge through me, waking me up, pushing all the negativity away. His mouth on mine, kissing me, tastes likes like iced tea and cherries, and little bit of salty sweat. I drink him in, wrapping my arms around his neck.
