112. Clean slate

Brielle Clarke

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I knew Maxim had plans for my birthday, but what I didn’t know was that he planned to have a party as big as this.

I almost chickened out from descending the stairs when I saw the crowd below it. Maxim had given me a black sleeveless dress to put on and Marina had helped me with my makeup and all that, keeping me inside the room for hours, giving him enough time for all the guests to arrive.

“What’s this?” I questioned, my eyes stuck on the people who were eagerly waiting for my arrival.

“I told you you deserve to be celebrated, baby. Didn’t I?” I was speechless. I couldn’t fucking speak. “That’s what this is. Now, stop putting on that alarmed face. One would think you were being kidnapped.” My eyes snapped to him and he raised his hand in surrender. “Too soon, I guess.”

I laughed, kissing him shortly before he led me downstairs.

“Happy birthday, Brielle.” They screamed in unison, making my pale face turn pink.

It was night time already and I thought Maxim wanted to