by K. T Fisher
She shrugs her shoulders and hungrily looks me over. “I have my ways.”
Yeah, I bet she fucking does. I look over her shoulder to try to find my Maisy again, but I can’t see her.
“You two are weird.” She begins to laugh, although it doesn’t sound genuine.
“What are you getting at?” I ask, already tired of her.
“You and Maisy, you two are weird. What’s the deal with you two? Are you together?”
“What? No.” I answer a little too quickly.
“Well, I know you’re fucking. You must be friends with benefits.”
I laugh. “No darling, but I care for your sister.”
She seems very happy all of a sudden and steps closer. “Good, because I don’t fuck men who have been with Maisy.”
This shocks me. “You don’t?”
She shakes her head. “Not anymore. I have higher standards these days.”
This confuses me. What is she saying? It sounds like some hidden message about Maisy. Instead I laugh, this girl seriously has balls, bigger than some fucking men I know.
“Now what makes you think I will take you to my bed?”
She bites her lip and I feel a jump in my cock. I know I shouldn’t like her, or even think about going there, but I’m a male who loves women and I have a gorgeous girl, who is very much interested in me, standing in front of me.
“Oh, Max.” She trails her finger down my shirt-covered chest. “Of course you want me in your bed.”
“So sure of yourself, aren’t you darling?” She can’t seriously think I’m falling for this can she?
“You have to take me to dinner first, though.” She closes the little bit of distance that is left between us and licks my neck. “Standards, remember?”
“Look, Lauren-“I begin, but she cuts me off.
“Don’t give me an excuse. I know you want me and I want you. Maisy isn’t bothered, Max, can’t you see that?” I look around Lauren and find Maisy dancing with her date for the night. “But, if you don’t say yes and at least give me a try, I’ll tell Maisy you fucked me anyway. So you might as well try.” The little bitch.
We quickly exchange numbers, and she has a huge smile on her face the whole time. “Great. I have a date with a rock star.”
As she walks away, I groan to myself. I’m regretting this already.
***
After another two days hearing nothing back from Maisy, I decide to give in and go on this fucking dinner date with Lauren. This morning I even stopped by Maisy’s place, begging for her to be home, but no luck. Either she was out, at work, or just ignoring me, which I think she was. I pleaded through the door, not caring if I sound like an idiot to the neighbours.
I love Maisy, I really do, but this is stressing me out. I’m not used to all this feelings shit! I love Maisy more than just best friends, though. I’ve known for a while that I had fallen for her, and it scares me that she doesn’t feel the same. I know, by the way I catch her looking at me and how she flirts back, that her thoughts aren’t as innocent as she makes them out to be.
As much as it hurts me, I can’t follow her around and wait forever. I’m a man, after all and, like I said, this is all new to me. I usually love ‘em and leave ‘em, a new girl every week. If I can’t have Maisy, I don’t want anyone else, not forever anyway.
Eventually, I have to leave Maisy’s place, though, because the guys were waiting for me over at Jax’s place to write and put together some new songs. So sighing heavily, I get into my car and prepare myself for a long, stressful day. I love starting on a new album, but while we are in the process of writing and recording new stuff, there can be some disagreements. The type of track, how much guitar or drums should be involved and how Jax should sing can become stressful, plus I have a date with Maisy’s sister tonight.
I can’t help but think if I agreed to this date with Lauren because I’m actually interested in her, or because I want to get a rise out of Maisy? I want to finally get her to talk to me again after acting like a dick the morning after her birthday.
***
As soon as I park the car outside the restaurant I instantly regret this decision. The paparazzi run to the car, as if they are expecting us, and I hear Lauren giggle beside me. This is the last thing I want now since there’s a definite chance Maisy will know about this, because these pictures will appear somewhere! Fuck, Maisy will have my balls for this. Yes, I want her to talk to me again, but I don’t want her angry with me, and this will definitely piss her off.
I get out, and I’m immediately swamped with questions as I walk to Lauren’s side and help her out. I grimace as she soaks up the attention, swaying her ass as the cameras flash after us.
We enter the restaurant and are immediately seated. When I called ahead and booked this place, I told them I wanted it speedy. I want this night over as quickly as possible.
Lauren takes the place in and smiles across at me. “This place is so fancy Max.”
I smile back and look over at the menu. There’s no need, I already know what I want. I just don’t want to look at her.
“That was crazy out there.” She laughs. “I need some more of that, it was a rush!”
I gather my patience in order to deal with her. The longer I watch her, the more suspicious I get. “Lauren, you didn’t call them, did you?”
Her eyes widen, and I know I’m right straight away. “No, silly,” she giggles back, but I know it’s a lie. Fuck, why am I here?
Chapter Ten
Max
I hear a loud banging, and I groan into my pillow, hoping that they will just get the message and go away. I don’t have any luck at all though, because I hear a voice near my bed.
“Max?” Oh, shit! “Maxy? Someone’s at your door.”
My eyes open wide, and then I see her, fucking Lauren, standing by my bed in nothing but a bra and her thong. As the banging continues on the front door, I quickly think back to last night. I hope to fucking god we haven’t done what it looks like we’ve fucking done!
Right, thinking back I remember the meal and Lauren drinking. She was drinking a lot, actually. She was scared of waking Masiy up and her seeing her in this state, so I offered to take her to her parents’ house, but she said that was worse. With a mother like theirs, I can see why that option would be worse. Being the man that I fucking am, I agreed to let Lauren stay here, but I strongly remember that I told her nothing was going to happen. I look back at Lauren and sigh a huge breath of relief. Thank god I didn’t fuck her!
The banging continues so I have no option but to get up.
“Do you mind?” I ask Lauren as she just stands there staring at me. I’m not shy about my body, but it seems weird having her in here with me.
Lauren twirls her hair round her finger. “Come on Max, I know you’re not shy.”
I decide to ignore her as I shrug on my jeans. Half-way down the stairs, I freeze.
“Max!” The banging on the front door continues as Maisy shouts. “I know you’re fucking in there! Get out here now!”
Oh shit! What the fuck am I going to do? I look up at Lauren who is now standing at the top of the stairs. “Fucking hide!”
She rolls her eyes and then walks away as Maisy continues to shout outside my door. I run down the rest of the stairs and prepare myself for what’s about to happen. As soon as I open it, Maisy storms pass me, pushing me to the side. I can feel the anger pouring off her.
“Where is she?” she growls.
I’ve got to act dumb, it’s the only way for to maybe make it out of this alive. “Who?”
This makes her pause from looking around my living room to glaring back at me. “You fucking know who.” She looks towards the stairs and then shouts at the top of her lungs. “Lauren, you better get your fucking ass down here right now!”
“Maisy, what are you doing?”
I move towards her, but she stops me. “Don’t fucking touch me! I know you’ve had sex with her, Max. Your pictures are all
over the fucking internet! It looked like you had a great night. I’m pleased for you, Max, I really am!”
Well, shit, she doesn’t look or sound pleased. I don’t say that out loud, though, because, obviously, I’m not an idiot. Maisy shouts for Lauren again and I pray she stays wherever the fuck she is. Maisy starts pacing the living room and then she stops, her body tense, and my heart beats fast as I see what she has spotted.
Shoes. Bright, red-heeled shoes. She turns to look over at me, and if I thought she looked mad before, then I was fucking wrong! Now she looks mad and I must admit I’m scared.
“You fucking bastard. She is here!” She points down to the heels on the floor. “They’re my shoes!”
Well, shit, and to make matters worse, I hear footsteps from the top of the stairs. “Oh hush, Maisy, I’ve got the worst hangover.”
Maisy looks up at Lauren, and I see her hands clench. She looks from Lauren and back to me, and I see her eyes shining with tears. Fuck, that look almost brings me to my knees. When Maisy looks back up at her sister, I do, too, and inwardly curse when I see Lauren now has my shirt on over her underwear which makes it look ten times fucking worse! Shit, this is bad!
“Mase,” I start to beg, but her fierce look on her face stops anything I was about to say.
“How could you, Max?” Her voice is still filled with anger, but I hear the hurt.
“Maisy, I-“
“No!” she screams. “I don’t want to hear it!” She storms past me, and I try to hold onto her arm, but she quickly moves out of my reach. Before she gets to the door she looks back at me one last time. “You know what? I met a guy a couple of nights ago, and last night we met up again. He took me on a date and we went back to mine, and I could have fucked him, but I didn’t.” She holds my gaze. “I wish I had fucking had sex with him, because you mean shit to me!”
The door slams behind her, and my heart drops. Her words were hard to hear, especially the last part about that guy, but it was the look on her face that stung the worse.
From behind me, I hear a soft giggle, and I turn on Lauren. I’ve fucking had enough of this bitch. “Get the fuck out!” I yell.
“Oh, Max.” She laughs.
I’ve had enough, I can’t deal with this anymore. She’s come along and fucking ruined everything! She tipped off the paparazzi yesterday, then drank all fucking night so she had to sleep at mine and make it fucking look like we had sex. This girl needs to go. I step towards her and get all up in her face.
“Get the fuck dressed, and get the fuck out!” I roar, and I’m glad to see her jump.
Thankfully, it does the trick, and she runs around collecting her things. When she’s gone, I breathe a sigh of relief and run back upstairs to get my phone and call Maisy, but she doesn’t answer. I try another ten fucking times and eventually give up.
Fucking fantastic! Now she’s even more pissed at me than she was yesterday! And to top it off, I can’t get the image of Maisy with that fucker out of my head.
Maisy
I’m shaking badly as I drive away. The tears build up heavily, until I can hardly see anything other than a blur. I can’t drive like this, so I pull over and let it all out. I cry so hard and so loud that my car is filled with my sobbing. My noisy emotions pouring from me.
As soon as I saw those pictures, it felt like I had been stabbed in the heart. I don’t know why seeing them together hurt me so badly. I put it down to betrayal, but somewhere in me, I know that wasn’t all it was. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have stopped myself with Jake, the guy from last night, but now, after walking into Max’s house, I wish I had taken him up on his offer.
Deep down, I know that seeing my best friend and sister hurt me because I think my feelings for him are something more than a friendship, and that really scares me. Max isn’t a man you should fall for. Yes, he’s a great guy, and he’s a loyal friend, but he’s not loyal boyfriend material. He has the power to really hurt me and this morning was proof of that. Fuck, this is hurting me really fucking bad, and I don’t know how to make it stop. My heart feels as if it’s being ripped from me and chewed to pieces, and it’s here, crying alone in my car, that I realize and admit to myself that I am falling in love with Max. No, I have already fallen in love with Max. I have stupidly fallen for a man who is not only my best friend, but who is also a rock star and a huge man whore.
A knock on the window scares me, and I look up to see my sister looking into my window. She’s the last person I want to see right now. I look away, but she knocks again.
“Mase, please open the door.” I ignore her but she doesn’t give up. “Please, Maisy, I’m sorry.”
Before she can say anything else, I unlock the door and watch as she runs around the front of the car and jumps into the passenger seat.
“Thanks, Maisy.” Before she can say anything else, I start the engine and don’t even bother looking at her when I speak.
“Don’t say anything. I don’t want to hear a single word out of your mouth.”
I don’t wait for a reply, I just drive, and I’m relieved that she listens to what I said and stays quiet the whole drive back.
When we step into my home, though, she starts again. “Look, Maisy-“
“No!” I shout. “I told you to keep your damn mouth shut! Now get your shit packed, and fuck off!”
She looks shocked. “What? Where am I supposed to go?”
I laugh, “To mommy and daddy, of course.”
I don’t give her a chance to answer, I don’t want to hear what she has to say. I storm into my bedroom and run towards my iPod dock, turning the music loud to drown out my crying.
Chapter Eleven
Maisy
The next morning, I try my best to cover up my blotchy, red face and puffy eyes, but it’s no use. You can tell I spent most of the night crying. When I finally make it out of my room, I see Lauren’s bags piled up outside my spare bedroom. I’m not pleased that she hasn’t already left, but at least it looks like she will be gone by the time I get back from work.
As soon as I stroll into the office, Tilly smothers me, her arms surrounding me and holding me tight. “Oh god Mase, are you ok?”
I called her this morning and briefly told her what had happened. She doesn’t like my sister, either, so I knew she would understand.
“I’m fine,” I manage to say against her shoulder.
Truth be told, I’m enjoying her hug. It feels nice, and I melt into her. I always used to wish that Tilly was my sister when I was growing up. Instead, I was given Lauren, and she tested my kind nature every single day.
“No, you’re not,” she snaps back. “God, I can’t believe Lauren has done this again!”
I break out of her hold and make my way to my office. I know Tilly is following behind me because I can hear her bitching about Lauren and how this isn’t her first time sleeping with someone that means something to me. Tilly doesn’t know how my feelings for Max have changed, but for her to understand how I’m really feeling, I think I need to come clean. I just don’t know if I’m ready to tell her yet.
“You would think she would have learned from the whole Ash thing!”
I sit in my desk chair. “That’s not really the same thing,” I add.
Tilly gives me a look. “Oh please, I’m not stupid, Maisy.”
“What?” My cheeks burn as I’m scared of what she will say next.
“You love Max,” she says simply.
I suddenly become hot and bothered. “What? Don’t be silly.”
Her eyebrows quirk and she folds her arms. This is the pose she strikes when she desperately wants something from dear old mommy and daddy.
“Don’t lie to me. I’ve had my suspicions for a while now, and when you called me last night, heartbroken because your bitch of a sister slept with him, that wasn’t just you angry because he’s your friend.”
We sit in silence because I don’t know what to say to her.
“Put it this way, would you feel the same way i
f she slept with James or Mark?”
I open my mouth to answer, but I stop myself from seeing the smug look on Tilly’s face. She knows what I’m about to say.
“See.”
“Ok, fine. You win, I have fallen in love with Max. How stupid of me.”
Tilly’s face falls. “No, I haven’t won. Right now, Lauren has.”
“What?” I ask.
“Don’t you see Mase, she’s doing it all over again.”
Back in high school, I had been with my boyfriend, Ash, for just a little over a year. He was popular, into everything sporty and so fucking hot. I was the average girl, and I had a huge crush on him so it was a major surprise when he asked me on a date. Lauren also had a huge liking towards Ash and was very jealous of our relationship. So the answer for her was to ruin our relationship. She wormed herself in and tried to take him away from me, but it didn’t work until one night I decided to surprise Ash. I was supposed to be at dance class, but it was cancelled at the last minute, so I chose to not go home and went to see Ash instead.
When I walked up to his house, I saw that his parent’s car wasn’t in the drive and knocked on the door with a smile on my face. If we had the house to ourselves, I could get some exercise in a different form of activity tonight. He didn’t answer the door, though, so I walked around the back of his house and entered through his back door. As soon as I did, I heard noises from upstairs. I slowly walked through the house, and I decided to not shout out to Ash because I had a really bad feeling. When I opened his bedroom door with shaky hands, I was shocked into place. There, on the bed, was Ash and my fucking sister Lauren in the middle of having sex. They hadn’t even seen me yet because they were too busy fucking each other. Instead of running away, I decided to watch them. I watched as Lauren started to ride Ash faster now as she started to reach her end. However, just before they could both have their release, Ash spotted me and roughly pushed Lauren off him, and she landed on the floor and in an undignified way. Ash immediately walked to me, his dick still out and covered in Lauren! I was disgusted and walked away. It broke my heart but I didn’t speak to either of them again. I only decided to talk to Lauren after some months because she was my sister and my mother told me to do so. I loved Ash, and even though Lauren slept with him, my mother was on her side as usual.
