2: HOW LONG?

MAXIMILIAN'S POV

"HOW LONG?” I yelled, my voice nearly breaking. Kimmy was full-on bawling, so it was Asher who answered.

"A little over a year.”

My heart absorbed the words upon impact. I couldn't fucking believe it. My girlfriend and my little brother.

Fucking…

For a year…

Under my roof… While I was still fucking her.

Disgust slammed into my body with the force of a tidal wave. I rushed into the bedroom, shoving both of them out of the way. My mind was spiralling and my heart was grieving. I needed to know something. I checked the floor, the bin, under the fucking bed for it.

I peeled the remaining covers off the bed. My eyes darted around everywhere, but they didn't find what I was looking for. “Where is it?” I asked, the two cheaters looked at each other like I was speaking a foreign language they couldn't understand. “Where the fuck is the condom wrapper? Please tell me you at least used one.” But the looks on their faces told me otherwise. “JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, KIMBERLY!” I kicked the tiny bin by the night stand and pulled my hair until my scalp stung.

That was my one rule. Safe sex. Kimmy and I had been safe for the first year and a half, but three months ago, we removed condoms from the equation since it was making her break out in a rash. We went to the clinic and got all the necessary blood work done to make sure we were both good. She remained on the pill, though. We talked about having a baby one day. Since we were supposed to be in a committed relationship, I never had second thoughts about our decision to stop using condoms.

But all this time she was raw dogging it with my brother too. I wondered how many times she had me fuck her after my brother nutted in her.

I didn't even want to think about how many times she had me eat her pussy after my brother filled her up with his sperm, nor did I want to think about how many times she kissed me with that filthy mouth of hers after she swallowed my brother's juice.

"Max, please — I didn't mean to hurt you,” Kimmy tried to explain.

"Of course you did,” I said, looking at both of them. “If you didn't, then you wouldn't have fucked each other in the first place.” Asher flinched at my words. “I need to get outta here before I do something stupid.” I grabbed the engagement ring off the floor before rushing down the stairs with Kimmy hot on my tail, begging me to stay and talk. Asher was trying to downplay things, saying that it was all just a misunderstanding. The coat rack scattered to the ground with the force I used to pluck my jacket from it. One hand after the other, I wore my coat again. My fingers trembled as I helped my feet into my shoes again, and my teeth grind in my mouth with a crushing force because of the anger and pain I felt. “I'm going to check myself in a hotel.” I watched as Kimmy's face contorted into something from out of The Exorcist, bawling like I was the one in the wrong, like I was the one who hurt her. “I'll be back in three days and I want you gone.”

"No, please Max, please, I beg you.” Kimmy cried, holding on to my hand and falling to her knees. My skin burnt from disgust at her touch. How dare she touch me after what she did with my brother? Her touch was like acid on my arm.

"We are finished Kimberly and I want you out of my house before I come back.” My tone was harsh, but I didn't care. I plucked my wrist from her grip. Asher sighed loudly. “And you,” my eyes flickered to my brother. “You're dead to me. From this moment, we are nothing, and I would appreciate it if I never saw your face again.”

Asher's face got pale when my words sunk in. I left both of them in my living room that night in hopes of never seeing them again, but the universe had many ways of telling me to fuck off.

*********

My driver must have taken me to every prestigious hotel nearby, but I couldn't stay at any of them. They all reminded me of Kimberly. The Four Seasons was where I asked her to be exclusive after I gifted her a one-hundred-thousand-dollar diamond bracelet and the Ritz-Carlton was where I first told her I loved her after I gifted her a two-hundred-thousand-dollar diamond necklace. The Park Hyatt was where I asked her to move in with me after I first ate her pussy.

“Master Max, we've been driving for hours. Just tell me where you want to go, and I will get you there,” U-Roy suggested.

“I apologize U-Roy. I know your shift ended a while ago. I promise you, I will let you off the hook soon.”

“Nonsense Master Max. You've been so good to my wife and me; buying us a home and sending our kids through college. I don't mind making sure you are alright.”

“Thanks U-Roy. Take me to Paxton’s,” I said as I rolled the partition up. I took my phone from my jacket pocket and called the only person I wanted to talk to about this. The phone rang twice and then his groggy voice picked up.

“So, she said yes, Congratulations!” Paxton, my best friend since college answered. He was the son of Wilson Addison. I informed him earlier that I was heading home to pop the question.

My voice finally cracked. “No, I didn’t ask her.”

“What you mean you didn’t ask her?” His worried voice boomed through the speaker.

“She — she,” I couldn’t find the words to explain it to him.

“Where are you? I’ll come get you.”

“No, that’s cool. I’m heading to you now.”

“OK, I’ll have the maid prepare something to eat, and I’ll grab the Bourbon.”

“Thanks man, you’re the best,” I tried to laugh it off, but I only sounded desperate and depressed.

“I know,” he sighed.

“See you in a minute,” I hung up the phone.

A few minutes later, U-Roy was pulling up to Paxton’s place. He lived in one of those new AI operated buildings in Manhattan. My driver made sure I got Inside safe before he drove off. Paxton was waiting for me in the lobby. As soon as I saw him, I broke down. “Hey, buddy, it’s OK,” he wrapped his arms around me. My head fell on his shoulder.

“No it’s not, Paxton. Kimmy cheated on me.” I tightened my arms around him. “I caught her fucking Asher.”

“Motherfucker! That low down dirty skank,” he cursed. “Did you at least break Asher’s nose?”

“No, he wasn’t worth it,” I sniffled.

Paxton led me to the elevator that took us to his Penthouse Suite. “Are you hungry? My cook made grilled cheese sandwiches.”

“Thanks, but I’m not hungry.”

He poured a glass of Whiskey. “Don’t tell me you don’t want it. This will take the edge off.”

I took the glass from him, but I didn’t drink it. I just stared down into the cup. “But I love her so much,” my voice cracked. “I thought she was the one.”

I couldn’t help it anymore, the tears fell like the rain that was pouring outside. My heart felt like it was being frozen in cement. The pain ate away at my intestines like a zombie. And my fist clenched out of anger. How could Kimmy do this to me? I squeezed my eyes shut, swallowing my sobs. I still had to be a man, I couldn’t stop the tears, but I could stop the wails from escaping my lips.

Paxton sat beside me and rubbed my back for comfort. “Let it all out. Don’t be embarrassed, just cry if you need to. I’m right here with you.” His voice sounded weird, so I craned my neck and looked over at him. He had tears dribbling down his face too as he drank his glass of whiskey. He turned to me and I noticed that his eyes were red, and his nose was runny. “She hurt you, she hurt me.” He nodded and I nodded my head in appreciation.

Paxton sat there with me for what seemed like hours, drinking and crying with me in silence.