The question echoed in Maxwell's head. Celine just proved to be a lady to him. Every lady who came in contact with him always ended up asking that same question. Well, it was difficult for one to look at him and assume him to not be a flirty type. Considering his bodybuild, any woman would want to be around him. Well, women were possessive in nature. That's why they would not stop asking him that.
Maxwell, for the first time since he arrived, felt a sudden wave of peace across his body. His heart seemed to be slowing down. Celine just proved to him that beyond the lady who tried to overpower him with her arts of seduction, there was an emotional and soft baby girl.Maxwell giggled and said, "It depends."Celine grinned. Maxwell observed the corners of her mouth. They moved in a way that gave her dimples."What does it depend on?" She asked and grabbed her fork. They were having scrambled eggs and sauce. Just light enough to keep them for a proMaxwell knew he needed a way to correct his error. His walls had been broken almost completely. He needed to build it back if he would avoid the risk of being a rebellious brother. Celine might be all he wanted in a woman, but he still needed to set the boundaries. "I mean…your own juice," he stuttered. "You spilled some of mine." Celine eyed him and giggled. "Of course, I know that. Or were you thinking of a different kind of juice?" Maxwell pushed the thought away as fast he could. Celine had been referring to the juice that would come from the door in between her legs. He knew it. But the pretty damsel was teasing him beyond imagining. "What other juice would they be?" He threw back the stone thrown at him. Celine refilled his glass and returned to her chair. They continued eating. This time, no one was speaking. Maxwell prayed the silence would continue till they were done. But no. Celine had not asked the questions she needed an
Richard circled the driveway and sped his Mercedes into an underground packing lounge. He stopped the car engine and checked his wristwatch, It was already twenty-five minutes past eight in the night. Brittany would have been waiting for twenty-five minutes if not more than that. He was reluctant to step out of the car. His eyes could not stop staring at the picture of Celine. He knew what he was doing was wrong. But he had no other choice but to keep trudging down the alley of extramarital affairs. It was a struggle to kindle any sort of spark between him and Celine. He looked at himself in the front mirror and gnashed his teeth. It was going to be over soon. He simply needed to get this contract through Brittany. Well, that was always an excuse to cheat. A knock landed on the car's screen. He looked. A man dressed in black suit stood gallantly there. He didn't know the face. He gently opened the door. "Who are you?" He asked. "Good evening,
Richard and Brittany fiddled with each other's body as they nudged the door to Brittany's hotel room open. He swung the door back in place without looking. He was getting consumed by the pleasure that was building up. "Do you have my contract with you?" He asked as he pulled away. Brittany flashed a broad grin at him and turned. She took seductive steps to the bed and pulled her dress up. In a jiffy, it was away from her. Then, she climbed the bed and curled herself like a snake. "Are you looking for this?" She raised a file from the bed. Richard's face dissolved in a knowing smile. That was what he had been going after for a very long time. "But before that, you have to take me to cloud 9. Come on, sugar. Don't keep me waiting." She pulled herself up the bed and spread both legs widely. Richard stood at a place and studied her. Her right middle finger trailed all the way from her mouth down to her vagina. She was already j
Maxwell yawned loudly into the air and lay on his back. His laptop was staring at him. Being a software engineer, there had to be no fixed time for him to do what he had to do. But then, he didn't stay up almost the entire night because of work. He was dying of hunger and desperately needed something to eat. Yesterday, after he had finished having the light meal with Celine, he needed a way to escape from her, and the perfect excuse was work. He had told her he needed to sleep very early so he would be able to work through the night. Well, the excuse worked perfectly. The only problem was his stomach. He tapped the screen of his phone. The time was still early. "Four o'clock?" He croaked out in frustration. "Damn it!" He didn't get to eat any other meal in a bid to avoid Celine. And now, his belly was ringing the alarms for food. He made up his mind. He would simply go and grab something to eat in the kitchen. After all, it was still early and Celine would obviously still be asleep
Thirty minutes later, he was pacing in his room. Anxiety and anger were boldly written on his forehead. He was sure he heard the voice of someone, a man! Who was that? The voice addressed the woman he loved as a baby. Damn it! His world was spinning. To even think that Brittany made him fly all the way to the city of Las Vegas only to tell him she was traveling in less than twenty-four hours since his arrival was enough reason for him to go crazy. "Brittany," he said in a low tone, "are you cheating on me?" He paused his anxiety-driven movement and sank into the bed. "No, no, no. That can't be possible. I definitely didn't hear the correct thing." He was about to hit the dial icon on her contact again when she started calling. Almost at the same time the call came in, his hand received it and placed the phone on his ear. "Brittany!" He said angrily and shot up to his feet. "What in the name of everything you hold dear is this?"Brittany replied with a slight chuckle. "Calm down, l
"Maxwell, are you there? Sweetheart. Babe," Brittany's voice could be heard through the phone. But her man had been stolen by the sight before him. Maxwell was transfixed. The muscles of his throat couldn't stop pushing down saliva through his esophagus. Celine was innocently tempting him this morning. How could she have known that her nipple was pointing at him? "I..think…she is still on the line," she said innocently, still wondering what he could have been looking at. "Oh! Yeah!" Maxwell said reflexively and pushed the phone back to his ear. "Hello, babe," he said with a forced giggle. He was still struggling to gather his composure as a man. "Please, we will talk later." Without giving Brittany the chance to question his sudden disorientation, he pushed the red icon and brought the call to an abrupt end. "Sorry… your..uhm," he stuttered and coughed. Celine was confused. Why was he acting weird? "What?" "I mean you…over there," he stammered. Celine followed his gaze to se
"Are…you alright?" Maxwell muttered tenderly. His hands were still wrapped around her toes. "Yes, I am," Celine replied with a hint of a smile. Then, she slowly pulled her leg away from him. "Oh. I will just—" Before he could finish his next line of words, the door flung open. Richard was back home. On seeing his brother, Maxwell shot up to his feet and kept his gait straight. "What…is going on..here?" Richard asked as he walked in. He sensed the tension that was in the atmosphere. "Why were you on the ground?" Maxwell was slightly disoriented. He didn't want it to seem like he was going overboard by showing care to another man's wife. "Sweetheart, you are back," Celine cut in immediately. Richard's face dissolved into a broad grin. He dropped his briefcase and said, "Baby, come here."On hearing that Maxwell's thoughts piqued. Those were the exact words spoken by the man to Brittany earlier on. His heart began to pound. Could it have been his own blood brother that was in bed
While Maxwell was still trying to take a hold of his thoughts over the suspicion that was running riot in his head, Celine was losing her cool. Her face turned from a bright smile to a contorted one. It was too much for her to bear. "What ..did you just say?" She asked. "You are going on a business trip." Richard heaved a heavy breath and dropped his fork. "Baby, why are you talking as if it's something bad. It's for our own good. You should be happy for me.":Celine shot up to her feet and drew a long sigh. "You are an asshole, Richard! Thank you for ruining the morning." In anger, she bolted out of the dining room. Maxwell still said nothing. The whole thing was just going round his brain in search of a possible explanation to all the scenarios. His eyes were fixed on his brother. The very same words he had heard through the phone were in full play. "Mmm… she must be angry with me," Richard muttered foolishly. Maxwell clasped his hands over the table. "Uhm.. Richard, could you…