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BASTARD IN A SUIT 1: KIMMY WOULD NEVER
MAXIMILIAN’S POV My meeting was a success. I finally closed that deal with Addison Corporation after five years. It wasn't an easy road, but my patience and dedication had finally paid off. I turned down celebratory drinks in the Valley with my workers so that I could have my driver take me home to my girlfriend, Kimberly. A text or phone call wouldn't suffice to share my good news with her. I wanted to do it in person. Seven hours later and I was back in my Penthouse Suite overlooking the heart of New York City. But one would think the city was experiencing a blackout if it wasn't for the lights pelting in through the enormous glass windows. “Why is it so dark in here?” I muttered under my breath, shrugging my coat off and then setting it on the rack by the door. I peeled off my shoes and flexed my tired muscles before placing my boots on the stand next to the coat rack. Undoing my cufflinks, I called out; “Kimberly.” But the sound of thunder crashing through the sky dro
BASTARD IN A SUIT 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 CHRIS
BASTARD IN A SUIT 3: SIMON
MEREDITH'S POV Tired, stressed, hungry, and depressed. These were the emotions I was living with these days. Brenda, my best friend, pulled up to my building. “No, not the front. Take me around the back,” I told her. “Mer, don't tell me you owe Mr. Smith rent again.” “OK Bren, I don't owe Mr. Smith rent,” I snickered. Brenda pulled up around the back. “How much?” She asked. “Three thousand six hundred dollars,” I sighed. “That's three months!” Brenda exclaimed. “Why didn't you tell me sooner?” “Brenda, I can't keep taking money from you. You already helped me out with food and meds for my mother. I can't keep pressuring you like this.” “Are you fucking kidding me? I am your best friend, and you and your mom had been there for me since I was eight and going through shit with my step-father. I could never repay you guys for what you did for me,” she hugged me, then she opened her purse. “This is all the cash I have on me now. Give it to Mr. Smith and tell him you'll
BASTARD IN A SUIT 4: JOHN CROW
MEREDITH'S POVI was still numb the next morning. My lips were cracked, and my throat was dry. I didn't sleep much last night, mainly because of what happened with Simon. I lost mobility for an hour or two and apart of me worried he was going to come back to my flat and have another go at me. My vagina was rubbed raw and sore. I'd been saving myself for the one and to think this was how I lost my virginity. I drank some water, then got myself ready for the hospital. I needed to take some clean clothes for my mom. She should wake up any time now since she just had her first surgery. If this didn't work, and she didn't get any better then our next stop was a heart transplant. I mustered up the strength I needed to get through the rest of the day. I just couldn't pity myself right now. So what if I was raped by my neighbour? My mother was in the hospital fighting for her life. I couldn't act selfish and think about myself now. Plus, Simon warned me he would kill my mom if I ever told
BASTARD IN A SUIT 5: JOB OFFER
MEREDITH'S POVAfter crying and feeling sorry for myself, I went back inside my mother's hospital room. “Hey cupcake.” Her voice was hoarse. “Hey mom, how are you feeling?” I smiled. “Like I could run a marathon,” she lied. Her blue eyes that once sparkled so bright was pale and tired. “Come here, honey,” she opened her arms, and I gave her a hug. She hissed when I lie on her chest. “Does it hurt?” I asked. “Yes, but not as much as seeing my only child sad. You will be OK, honey. You just finish up school and get your degree. You don't worry about little old me,” my mother insisted. She had no clue that I dropped out of school and used my remanding tuition to help with her medical expenses. “OK mom. I will.” I spent the next hour with her until the doctors put her to sleep again. I went to the women's ward and got myself washed out because Simon didn't use a condom. I explained to the nurse that I was raped, she advised me to go to the police, but I told her I'd be fine. Being t
BASTARD IN A SUIT 6: VEGAS BABY
MAXIMILIAN'S POV“Do you smell that, buddy?” Paxton sniffed the air as soon as we stepped out of my chopper. The night was hot and the air dry, making me uncomfortable. "That's the smell of booze and pussy, my friend," he grinned, patting me on the back. I snickered. I didn't feel like partying tonight or any other night for the rest of my life. Not after what Kimberly did to me. I just didn't find pleasure or happiness in things I normally liked. I told myself that those things were temporary, but money and success could last a lifetime if you were smart enough. "C'mon man, don't be a party pooper," Paxton whined. “They'll be other women. You're Maximilian McTavish for Christ's sake. Women are literally lined up to suck the fart out your ass.” His last remark made me chuckle. “See, buddy. That's the spirit. There's no place to go fuck someone out your system better than Las Vegas.” “What if I don't want to fuck her out of my system?” I grunted, bending my collar while the both of us
BASTARD IN A SUIT 7: WALLAH
MEREDITH'S POV Six months had passed since I'd been working for Mr. Fuller, and he was true to his word, I only had to pour the liquor and light the occasional cigar. I thought for sure I would be groped and belittled by now. God knows how many times I had my ass smacked while I was serving as a waitress. I stepped out of the car and was ushered inside the hotel's lobby by Brenda. I was nervous. This was the first time I'd been away from home since my mother was sick. The money I had been making as Mr. Fuller's bartender was enough to pay the hospital bills and buy my mother's medication. The tips I made were suitable to pay my rent and buy my food. Now I just needed a raise so I could save for the down payment on my mother's heart transplant. A ping came in on Brenda's phone. “Wait! It's a voice note from Lenox,” she informed me. She clicked the play button. 'Hey, Darling. Did you ask Meredith to work the floor tonight? If so, please let me know. I miss you my little sugar
BASTARD IN A SUIT 8: I’M STEEL BABY!
MEREDITH'S POV The evening was growing darker and outside was getting a chill. Brenda and I spent four hours choosing a dress for me to wear. I couldn't understand why it took so long, since she only showed me two outfits to select from. I wished my mother were here to help me with this. She was a true beauty queen. She probably won every pageant that her mom entered her in as a young girl. I missed her deeply, if she wasn't sick, then she would be the one to do my makeup and hair, not Brenda. "I'm telling you, girl, that push-up bra needs more stuffing," Brenda bit her bottom lip as she tried to get me to stuff more tissues down my bosom. "Brenda, if you stuff them any more, I'll look like Dolly Parton," I huffed. "Just stop," I swatted her arm away. "OK, but don't come crying to me when you meet your future husband, and he looks past you because he thinks you're a boy." "But I'm wearing a dress," I argued. "Honey, it's 2024. People are wearing anything they want now,"
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