We talked as we ate in the food court about everything, including some guy named Ben Elliot who was Will’s neighbor. I had a feeling she liked this guy—a lot. I was starting to wonder if he was the reason she was so down. Then she told me that she really wasn’t related to her cousins by blood, and at first I was struck with jealousy, but she told me about the adoption and then the death of her parents. She lost contact with Max and Will when her birth mother took her away from the family, but she found them several years ago and they have been close ever since. They were always looking out for her because they said they hadn’t been able to protect her before. It was really sweet, and it made me love my Max even more.
I was feeling free and happy when all hell broke loose. We headed out of the mall as Marcus got out of the truck, when this tall, skinny, semi attractive woman, who had this crazed look in her eyes, was glaring at me. Both Kara and Marcus yelled at the same time for me to, “Run!” but before I could react, the crazed woman was on me. I’d had enough of being attacked, so I didn’t take the assault lying down and I started pounding this gargantuan woman to the ground. It was simple, and even though she looked strung out, I had no problem kicking her ass.
Marcus and Kara separated us when a person nearby called the cops.
“What the fuck, you dumb bitch?!” I shouted, pissed as fuck. I wanted to get loose from Kara and knock this broad out. I knew she had something to do with Max.
“You stole him from me! He was supposed to be mine. I had him right where I wanted him. He canceled on me to be with you. I thought he had to work, but I found out it was you. I have been trying to get him for months. I have been leaving him gifts. Just when I get my chance to be with him and in his bed, you show up and ruin everything!” She tried to get out of Marcus’s grip, but that was a lost cause; the man was too strong.
“Oh my God! You are the stalker chick! But you are Kendall Redding, the model,” Kara said, shocked at the revelation.
“Stalker…Max never said anything about a stalker.”
“Miss Davis, he didn’t want you to worry,” Marcus said gruffly as the crazed bimbo struggled in his grasp.
“Yes… He didn’t tell you, did he? He had a date with me that night for a nice little fuck, and you had to go and crash into him. I bet you did it to meet him, didn’t you? I hate you!”
The police arrived and took her into custody as Marcus drove us to the hospital. While I was being seen, Marcus had texted Max: Kendall attacked Alex. She is your stalker. We are at the hospital.
When he got there, he looked frantic. His eyes were wide with fear. His hair was a mess and his tie was loosened. He ran up to see if I was well, but the jealous pain and anger I was feeling was too much. I pushed him away and noticed the pain that coursed through his eyes. The doctor had just cleared me to go home, and I had just gotten dressed in an outfit Kara had bought for herself, since that bitch had ripped my dress.
“I’m sorry that she hurt you, baby. Talk to me, Alexandria. Do not push me away again.” He tugged me until I was in his arms as he examined my face and arms.
“Why should I talk to you?! You obviously don’t talk to me. You didn’t bother to tell me that you had a fucking stalker. A woman you fucked and dumped after we met.” I was furious, and all I wanted to do was go back home to Chicago.
“I didn’t fuck her. I am not going to have this conversation here. Let’s go home.” Marcus drove, Kara joined us and sat in the front seat of the truck. Max grabbed my hand, and I tried to pull away but he was stronger than me. So, in a snit, I turned to the window and refused to look at him.
We had gotten to the apartment when Kara asked Marcus to take her to get something to eat. I knew she did it so we could have some privacy. I fought the tears that clouded my eyes. We had barely entered the living room before he was lashing his anger out on me.
“Look at me, Alexandria, damn it! I didn’t sleep with Kendall. Granted, initially I was planning on it. It had been a long time, and she and I met at several functions, but the moment I saw you, I wanted no one else. I never even touched her. I am sorry that your feelings are hurt, but I didn’t do shit wrong. I am not letting you leave, so you can keep looking at the front door all you want—it still isn’t going to happen.”
“You didn’t tell me about her stalking you. What else are you keeping from me?”
“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry. I had been in the process of vetting more security for you this morning at the office.” I wanted to be angry because he was keeping secrets, but really my anger stemmed from being jealous about him wanting someone else.
Chapter 12—Max
I was fucking frustrated and paced back and forth through the living room. She had been attacked by the stupid broad I was going to hook up with. I wanted to cut off my dick for being so fucked in the head. I should have picked up on the signs that she was a little too eager to be with me. Kendall may have been a model with money, but it seemed she had a few screws loose. I took a seat on the sofa and pulled her in between my legs.
I knew that I was in the wrong, but I needed to show her who was in charge in this relationship. "Alexandria, who do you belong to?"
"Myself." She looked at me with contempt.
"Wrong answer. Try again,” I growled as I held her in between my legs and dragged her down onto my lap. I am sure she felt my erection, since she felt the need to rub up against it.
"No one?" She thought she was being funny now.
"You belong to me, the same way I belong to you, but I am the man in this relationship and it is my job to protect, comfort, and care for you. I am sorry that I failed to do that today. But if you ever push my love away again, there will be consequences. Do you understand?"
"What kind of consequences?"
"Let's just say that you don't want to see," I said angrily. "Sweetheart, before you, I was a total asshole, and with you I feel too happy to be a prick, but I’m not going to stop doing what I have to do to keep you safe."
"Are you going to keep lying to me? Are there any other things you 'forgot' to mention?"
"No, babe." There wasn’t anything I forgot to mention, so technically I wasn’t lying. I hoped that when she learned about her dad, she didn’t find out that I knew about it.
"Give me your mouth, Alexandria." She obeyed even though I could feel her trying to resist me.
"Mmm..." Our mouths met with a need I couldn’t explain. I had been losing it on my way to the hospital. All sorts of bad things clouded my mind. Then when she pushed me away, I thought I’d lost her. I needed to hold on to that love and own it, control it before it consumed me. She owned me, and I didn’t like the thought that she could break me. I needed the control back.
"I love you so much, Alexandria. You don't understand how frightened I had been earlier." I had to be honest.
"I love you too, Max. You make me so happy, it is hard to explain. I don't want to be mad at you, and I don't want you to be mad at me. I just need you to love me." I had forgotten that she may need my love as much as I needed hers until I heard the plea and whimper in her voice.
"I can do that, my love." I stood up and walked us to the bedroom, and instead of loving her on the bed, I took off her clothes and undid my belt buckle, then took off my tie with an idea in my mind.
"Do you trust me?"
She nodded her head.
"Say it."
"I trust you."
"I don't know if I believe that because you doubted me and our love earlier. I want you to show me your trust,” I said, determined to show her my love and regain my control. “Will you?”
She nodded, so I grabbed both her hands and tied them in front of her with my tie. I let her stand there leaning against the door as I undressed. I gave her a kiss and whispered in a tender command. “I want you to suck me.” I didn’t wait for a response. I gently pushed her to her knees and placed my cock’s head on her pretty lips. She opened up and without prompting, swallowed me in.
"I am going to trust you not to bite me, and you are going to trust me that I would never hurt you." She looked up at me as her cheeks hollowed out, and I was ready to come. The trust was in her eyes.
I pushed farther into her mouth, then I growled, "Take me in as deep as you can, baby."
I had her hands tied, limiting her movement, but she seemed to take that as a challenge. I could see my tie wrapped around her hands as she grabbed hold of my cock and took me in deeper, only to pull out a little then go again. It was turning me on too much. “Let go.” She obeyed nicely but gave me a pout, and I helped her up from her knees. “Thank you for your trust.”
I kissed her tenderly as I lifted her tied hands over and around my head. Lifting her up, I carried her to the door and bent to push my cock deep inside her.
“I’m sorry, Max.”
“I am sorry, baby. It was my fault that you were attacked. I won’t let it happen again.” I grunted as I drove into her.
“Ah,” she sighed. She continued to moan as I plunged into her over and over again. Her head dropped back and hit the door as she got closer and closer to coming on my cock, which gave me access to her neck. Like a vampire, I bit down on her racing pulse.
“Ah. Yes, yes, yes,” Alexandria cried as she shook and came on me.
I wasn’t done with her yet. I carried her to the bed and put her on her hands and knees. I could see her juices slipping out of her wet cunt, and I was suddenly thirsty as fuck. My mouth honed in on her pink, swollen flesh, and she flinched at the shock then pushed her ass in my face. I licked and bit her little clit, wringing another orgasm out of her before rising up and shoving my needy and hungry cock into her.
Never had this position been so sexy. It was fucking making me crazed. I pulled her close to me to steal a kiss. My hand wrapped around her hair. “Who owns this pussy?”
“You.”
“Good girl.” I took her mouth again, driving us both crazy. “Who owns this cock?”
“Me?” She didn’t sound sure, and that would not do.
“Was that a question?” I slammed into her hard.
“Argh!” She groaned.
“Who owns this cock?”
“Me,” she purred.
“Good, baby. We are in this together. I love you so damn much. Never doubt it. Never.” I bent down and latched onto her neck as I continued pummeling her pussy. Our sweat mixing, my onslaught was unrelenting. I could feel her walls getting ready to constrict the shit out of my meat. Thank God, as I didn’t know how much longer I could keep this up. She was too fucking sexy with her ass bouncing on me. I looked down at where I was buried in her and watched as my cock was devoured by her pussy. I needed her to come now. I gripped her hair again and started massaging one of her fat breasts and whispered, “Mine.”
She shattered and I shook as we both came. I rested my head on her back while I caught my breath. After I was able to move, I took us into the shower and washed us both with tender loving care.
“Tell me, babe, how are feeling?” I asked as we dried off.
“Sleepy,” she whispered.
“Good. Let’s go to bed.” She looked at me all suspect about it. “To sleep,” I said indulgently, and she smiled sleepily.
The rest of the week home went by smoothly. I didn’t know how to do romance, so my proposal was pretty lackluster in my opinion, but she loved it. I truthfully got it from one of those diamond commercials. I woke up early and made her coffee and breakfast and was planning to bring her breakfast in bed, but the coffee queen smelled her brew and was up and in the kitchen, so I improvised. She was wearing one of my shirts and had messy hair, and I wanted to take her back to bed and spend the day there.
“Good morning, princess,” I said as I was finishing the eggs.
“There must have been a pea in the mattress because I somehow could not sleep,” she grouched.
“Sweetheart, it wasn’t a pea, but it does start with a ‘P’. Hmm… maybe we can rewrite the fairytale to the Princess and the Penis?”
“Sounds like a porn title,” she said as she poured her coffee into the vat she called a coffee cup. When she looked up, she added, “Before you get any ideas, it ain’t happening.”
“Damn. Well, at least I tried.” I pulled out the chair and scooted her in, stealing a kiss in the process. I wouldn’t do that shit anyway; there is no way I would risk anyone finding it.
“Thank you for the coffee and the breakfast. Did you run this morning? You seem energetic.”
“Yes I did. I am sorry I didn’t wake you to join me,” I said, feigning contrition. If I woke her up before the sun for anything other than giving her an orgasm, I would be in serious trouble.
“It’s okay. I probably would have bit you if you had,” she said truthfully.
“Well, I would still love you.”
“I love you, my handsome, sexy, delicious chef. Come and eat with me.”
“I will, but I have something to do first.” I turned her chair to face me, and I got down on one knee.
“Alexandria, I love you even when you haven’t had your coffee. Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” she said with tears brimming to the surface.
“Yes?” I slid the four-carat diamond on her hand.
“Yes, Max. I love you!” She pulled me up by my face and kissed me hard. I was supposed to be on my way to the office right now. I guess I didn’t plan it out too well. I was supposed to wait until Saturday. Oh well!
“I love you too.” I pulled away far enough just to move her coffee and her plate from the table before slamming her on it. I ripped off her panties, pulled down my dress pants, and slid into her warm, wet heat. Our fucking was fast and hard. She was panting hard as she tore my dress shirt, sending buttons everywhere. We didn’t even care that we were destroying the kitchen. She was rubbing and clawing at me as I pumped hard into her, nearly breaking my heavy and sturdy dining table. I couldn’t hold on any longer and started shooting out my release—hard.
“Fuck! Alexandria, come for me!” I bit her breast through her shirt as she squeezed my cock, coating it with her come.
I was nearly an hour late to the office, but it was fucking worth it. Tonight, I was taking her and Kara out to celebrate and get the ball rolling on the wedding shit. Patricia was already on top of it by midafternoon.
“Slow down. You may want to talk to my bride about it first.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You might want to look in the mirror when you say that,” she said with attitude. Some days I wanted to toss her ass on the street.
“One of these days, one of these days,” I said as I walked back to my office.
“Okay, sure. One of these days. You have a meeting in ten minutes. You have everything you need for it on your desk. I am taking a long lunch. See you later.” She got up from her desk and left. I shook my head as I closed the door.
We went out that night, and it was filled with drama galore. Apparently Ben Elliot was on a rampage because he thought I was hooking Kara up with some guy. He drove to my condo and claimed Kara as his. It was a night I would never forget since some crazy fuck was after my cousin.
The next morning we met with Patricia, and the girls hit it off. I almost fired her when she purposefully started flirting with Alexandria. They both laughed at my expense when they could tell I was getting jealous. Since that day, Patricia and Alexandria had been getting together to plan the wedding. It was scheduled for three months from now. I wanted it sooner, but with her dad going through chemo, I knew I would have to wait for the eight-week treatment to be up.
Chapter 13—Max
Alexandria had called her parents daily, and they still hadn’t told her about her father’s condition. I was getting antsy. It has been a month since I asked her to marry me. I gave him a call asking him what was up with the wait, but he said since we were coming down next week, they would tell her then. Fine. That was all the time he was getting. I was sure she would figure out what was up after she saw him, but I wa
nted her to know before she got a visible shock.
We landed in Chicago, and Detective Baldwin picked us up. He played it cool and didn’t give away anything to her. I still didn’t like the way he looked at her. It was a little too friendly to me, but it was just because I was a jealous ass.
“Hey, Dean!” she said as she gave him a big hug. I growled at him, and she looked directly at me with disapproval. I didn’t give a fuck. She was my woman, and she wasn’t going to be hanging on any guy that wasn’t blood related.
“Detective, let’s go. Come, Alexandria.” I pulled her to me and said, “Do me a favor and don’t get me arrested for kicking this fuck’s ass. I know you aren’t flirting, but I don’t like anyone to feel your breasts against them. Understood?” She nodded and acted as though she was sorry, but I noticed she cracked a smile. I was starting to get that my girl liked me to be controlling and rough with her.
We jumped in the detective’s car and headed to her parents’ house. I was not looking forward to this shit. I knew that it was not going to be good for my woman. Even Dean was looking nervous about this. Alexandria had always been a daddy’s girl.
“Come on, babe, let’s go in.” I helped her out of the car, and Dean started taking the suitcases. I tried to help, but he shook his head and whispered, “She’s going to need you.”
I backed away and told her that, “This ass wants to prove how strong he is.” I held her hand as we walked up the stairs. Her mother opened the door and took her baby into her arms.
“You look so beautiful. I guess Dallas is treating you well. Or is it this handsome devil here?”
“Mom, I thought you were teaching summer school still?”
“I have the day off.” I knew she was lying. I got her released so she could be with Jack.
“Where is my baby girl?” We walked into the living room, and that was when Alexandria’s knees nearly buckled.
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