MEREDITH'S POVMax's personality was giving me a damn whiplash. One minute he was hot, the next minute he was cold like that Katy Perry song. He had been so brooding and frigid with me lately, only to show me that gentle and sweet side in the car. The side I made love to and fell for that night in Vegas. I rolled my eyes as I picked up the lingerie that was hung on a rack. I was tired and hungry. We'd been to every expensive store on the boulevard. Max must have spent a million dollars getting me a completely new wardrobe. Plus, I wasn't complaining about the jewellery, handbags, and shoes. But this was preposterous if he thought I would ever wear this thing in my hands. "What the hell is this?" I asked, lifting the outfit to my face so I could scrutinize it some more. Could this really be called an outfit, though? "That's one of the pieces Mr. McTavish chose for you ma'am," the assistant stated. I mean, I loved the dresses he selected for me, along with the skirt suits, pants, top
MAXIMILIAN'S POVI spent a lot of time choosing the right outfits for Meredith. She'd be accompanying to many outings, so being on my arms she would have to look the part of my girlfriend, plus she'll also have to represent me even when I wasn't around. She proved to be more cooperative than I expected. She didn't complain not once since our conversation in the limo. Unlike Kimmy, who whenever I would take her shopping, she would demand something custom-made, or would ensure she was the first to purchase an outfit. Looking back on our time together I was really seeing how conceited and shallow she was. Meredith was more down to earth, and didn't mind wearing something from a thrift store. I liked that about her, but that didn't mean I would let her look like anything less than a billionaire's girl. Something intrigued me during our shopping spree though. I saw the awed look on her face when we were jewellery shopping. She seemed to be more focused and vocal about the necklaces and
MEREDITH'S POVI couldn't breathe because Max was right behind me; his body pressed tightly on mine and there was absolutely no mistaking his rock-hard erection squeezed up against my ass. He really didn't like me telling him no, but if this were the reaction I would get whenever I turned him down, then I think 'no' was now my favourite word. "What do you mean no?" He snapped. "I'm not fucking with you this time, Meredith. I said turn around so I can look at you." He sank more of his weight against me and I yelped in surprise. How could one man have so much length and girth? I was pushing back into him without realizing it when I heard him groan from behind me. "If you keep wiggling your ass like that, we are going to have a very different conversation."I knew what he was referring to. I also knew he completely understood I wasn't even remotely close to being ready for a serious discussion about that topic, much less to take part in that event. I knew he was bluffing. "Fuck, you ha
MEREDITH'S POVMy eyes widened, and my heart galloped inside my rib cage. "No!" I yelped. "Please Max, give it to me now. I can't take it anymore." I didn't care if I'd regret my words later, for now, I wanted Max to plough inside my pussy. He sunk it into me. "Oh, yesssssss!""Will you disobey me again?" he asked me, pausing his movements. "No Max. I won't disobey you again," I answered. "Now fuck me!" I slapped him across his face, surprising not only him but me."You're a kinky little Minx, aren't you?"He chuckled while he drove his fat cock back in and out of me, creating a sexy rhythm. "Oh, you feel so good," he mewled. "That feels soooo good," I cried aloud. I squeezed my pussy muscles around his penis. "Fuck yes, Meredith," he groaned deeply and pushed forward almost all the way into me.I gasped loudly, his movement was forceful, but I could tell he was still being very careful not to go too fast until he was sure I deserved to come. I liked this game because something t
MEREDITH'S POVIt was some minutes after 5 in the morning and the throbbing between my legs woke me up. I was sore, but the pain was worth it. Max was really a stallion in the sack. I stretched my limbs and then checked my phone for any missed calls. "That's strange," I muttered to myself. I probably left around a hundred missed calls, voice notes, and text messages on Brenda's phone last night. Now I woke up, and I was still left on unread. I got no callbacks or texts answering any of my messages. "That's it," I said in a worrying tone. I propped myself up in bed and called her number. Two rings and she answered. "Hello," she spoke in a whisper. “Thank goodness. I have been trying to reach you since last night. Are you alright?”"Yes, I am," she whispered. I asked, “Why are you whispering?” and then it dawned on me. "Paxton spent the night!" I yelped."Shh," she hushed me. I heard her stumbling, likely attempting to leave the bedroom so she could speak more openly. "Am I right?
MAXIMILIAN'S POVI delicately maneuvered the razor over my stubbly face. I had to make myself look presentable, knowing my mother didn't like when I wore a shadow beard. I took a deep breath, shook the excessive shaving cream from the blade, and then asked Paxton to repeat himself. "Married? I don't think I heard you right," I adjusted the EarPod in my ear. "Brenda and I got married last night, and I'm hoping I have your blessings."He definitely had my support, but did he really believe Brenda was the right girl for him? Yes, she was the first and only woman to turn him down, but that didn't mean he had to take on the challenge of closing such a substantial deal by marrying her. "Are you happy?" I asked him. With enthusiasm, he declared, “I have never been this happy in my life.”My heart softened. I was just relieved to know that this wasn’t a whim and that my best friend was contented and happy. "That's what I like to hear. Then of course you have my blessings," I told him. "G
MAXIMILIAN'S POVI stood there staring at her while she looked at me with a sly smile. She had a bag pack slung over one shoulder. She opened her mouth to answer me but was interrupted when Meredith strolled past me and up to her. "Blake," Meredith called her name. "What are you doing here?""It's a long story," Blake answered. "But I can tell you guys when we're on the plane.""Wait! You're coming with us?" Meredith squealed. "Yes, I am."I grunted, she must be the daughter of my father's business associate. Why did it have to be her? Life was fucked up sometimes. "Let's go then, we're running a little behind," I groaned. I headed on the craft, gritting my teeth and clenching my fists. This was gonna be the longest six hours of my life.******An hour in, Blake and Meredith couldn't stop talking. It was like they'd known each other forever. I felt awkward like I was the third wheel, and I didn't like feeling that way. This was my jet. They were my guests, and I'd be damned if I wa
MEREDITH'S POVTrees and deserted roads whisked by as the limousine drove us to the McTavish mansion. I was nervous to say the least and neither Blake nor Max uttered a peep for the forty-five minutes it took us to arrive at the house. My first glimpse of the estate came into view as the limo crested the hill of a sloping road. I wasn't prepared for what would happen next. A horde of people stood by, barring the view of the gated walls. "For fuck's sake. What's this?" Max finally spoke. He grabbed his cell phone and made a call. "Hello, Arnold, it's Maximilian. I've arrived, and the limo is being blocked off by a sea of paparazzi. What are they doing here?"I didn't know the phone was on speaker until I heard the heavy bass of Arnold's voice coming through the phone. "Mr. Max, I'm afraid they are waiting for you. Word got out that you are seeing someone new, so they're here to get a glimpse of your lady friend."Shit! All of this for me? I wasn't one for the limelight. The limo bum