"Please be cautious," Max reminded me, gently stroking my cheek as a reassuring gesture."Now, when you mention 'cautious,'" I playfully began, chuckling when he shot me that 'don't even think about it' look. "I'm just teasing," I added, genuinely meaning it this time. "I'll be careful, don't worry.""Well, it's easier said than done," he replied, adjusting the collar of my leather jacket. "Good luck, baby. I'll see you soon."With one more quick peck on the lips, we went our separate ways – a twist of irony, just in time for Ryan to join me at the front."How did you even get the keys to this place?" I asked Ryan once he unlocked the massive garage, revealing ten impeccably maintained cars preparing for tomorrow's race. The dark gray 1969 Pontiac Firebird immediately caught my eye; Max had been showing me pictures of it ever since he began working on it.It had truly become a work of art."I know the owner. Told him I needed some tools from his garage," he replied, grabbing a mechani
Not long after Max's last text, I discreetly passed on an anonymous tip to the event announcers, specifically a handwritten note, just before the final race began. The note hinted that someone might have been inspecting a particular vehicle in the garage.The announcers promptly informed the event organizer, who, in turn, alerted the owner of the track about a possible trespasser. What neither Max, Kalix, nor I knew was that the track owner, whom Ryan claimed to know, happened to be a close friend of our honored guest for the evening, none other than Christian Cantarella.The significance? It made exposing Ryan and getting him into trouble that much simpler...."Christian, I can explain," were the words that escaped Ryan's mouth, his expression horrified, as he realized he'd been caught. If I weren't hiding behind the door in this crowded storage room, I might have considered recording this moment for a potential entry on "Philippines's Funniest Home Videos."Don't ask how I ended up
Indeed, they had overlooked the balcony attached to Max's bedroom. This oversight explained how I ended up concealed in a bush just outside 1648 W 54th Street, one hour and thirty-seven minutes later."Come on, Max. Reveal yourself already," I murmur to myself, focusing on the living room window while battling the rose thorns that are determined to prick every inch of my body.I still can't believe you managed to find this place, not to mention shelling out $130 for that Uber. By the way, Kalix is going to be furious, and don't even get me started on Max.It pays to have the right connections, Buffy. You, of all people, should understand that. Plus, what the guys don't know won't hurt them; in their minds, I'm snugly asleep at the moment.I'll keep you in my prayers.Please do, because suddenly, I have a pressing need to urinate.Choosing to focus on anything other than the water trickling from the front lawn's fountain, I carefully scrutinize the gang leader's residence, hoping to fi
Our inaugural public lap dance marked the beginning of a wild adventure, all sparked by Avery's audacious acceptance of Kalix's karaoke dare."Count me in," Avery exclaimed, taking a sip of her drink. Then, she glanced at me and added, "but only if my partner-in-crime joins me up there." Before I could respond, Max and Kalix burst into laughter."What's so amusing?" Avery inquired, her brows furrowed, mirroring my expression."Oh, come on," Kalix chuckled. "We've endured Isabella's singing before; we're among the few survivors with tales of that excruciating experience."Oh, he didn't just say that.Oh, yes, he certainly did, Buffy. He absolutely did.I scoffed, not with malicious intent but in a playful challenge. Arms crossed over my chest, I turned to Max."Don't expect me to come to your rescue here," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "We promised to be brutally honest with each other, remember?"I squinted at him, acting like a child and mocking, "Remember?"To my amazemen
I used to believe that this would always be one of those moments that the three of us would fondly reminisce about and laugh someday – one of those moments where I found my "mister" and gained a sister. Little did I anticipate that I'd lose my "mister" even before the "sister" part became official.Nevertheless, here's the second memory that I'll treasure for as long as I live...…"Are you feeling nervous?" Max smirks at me as he entwines our fingers before placing both of our hands on the gearshift."Do I have a reason to be?" I grimace, hoping that's not the case. If Riley's and Max's relationship is anything like mine and Alex's, which it seems to be from what I've heard, then I can't help but wonder how this weekend will unfold."Well, considering she's been eager to meet the girl who, and I quote, 'turned her brother into a lovesick fool,' I'd say not at all." Smirking, I shake my head as I gaze out at interstate US-101. That smirk, however, transforms into a warm smile when Max
Do you want to know what made that night even better than just "good"? It was accidentally overhearing the conversation between Riley and Max in the middle of the night while I was on my way to the kitchen for a cup of water. Okay, I admit, overhearing it at first was accidental, but my choice to continue eavesdropping when I heard who the conversation was about was entirely intentional. I couldn't help it; it had me grinning like a fool.From behind the wall, I saw Max nod slowly, turning to look at his sister."She's known everything since February. But right before we started dating, we shared some things we didn't already know about each other. I told her about you and mentioned my past, which I couldn't reveal right away. But she understood and let me share the rest when I was ready. The time to tell her came sooner than I thought, but at that moment, I knew it was now or never.""Wow," Riley said, sounding surprised. There was a brief silence before she asked, "So, you know what
If you've been following my story thus far, you might have noticed that I frequently reflect on the many memories that have shaped my life up to this point. I don't do this because I'm a melancholic or heartbroken woman without hope for the future - although that's open to debate at times. Instead, I do it because I genuinely enjoy reminiscing about the moments that have made me laugh, cry, shout, sing, dance, scheme, dream, and so on.To me, memories hold a special place in my heart, regardless of whether they brought happiness or sadness at the time. After all, sometimes we find ourselves laughing when recalling the days we once cried, and conversely, shedding tears when remembering the days we laughed. That's the essence of life.One of those cherished memories happens to be the day I graduated from college with my best friend, surrounded by our families cheering us on. However, the week that followed was the perfect ending to an already incredible month.…Me: Just wanted to infor
Did I mention that it started raining at some point? Talk about having sex in a rainforest!"You know, I got that from all the begging you did earlier," he says, caressing my back as his knuckles run up and down my spine."Smartass," I mumble, looking up at him as he chuckles. At that moment, our eyes meet, and I don't even mind the fact that we're probably lost in the jungle. Getting lost in his eyes all over again is worth it."What?" Max asks me after a while, a cute smirk on his face."Your eyes," I simply tell him. "I've told you this many times before, but they will always be my favorite feature of yours.""Yeah, well," he responds, pulling me closer so that my face is near his, "yours remind me of something I read recently.""And what's that?"He places his hand behind my neck, bringing my face even closer to his. But just when I think he's about to initiate another passionate round of sex, he looks at my lips and then refocuses on my eyes."Brown eyes are just brown eyes, unti
Isabella "Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of our very own Isabella Vega and Max Blackwell," Father Raffaele begins as soon as the choir finishes off the song. Words can't describe how I felt when I first heard it playing behind the closed doors. Max has really outdone himself this time."In the years they have been together, both on and off - we all chuckle to that - "their love and understanding of each other has grown and matured, and now they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife." A few 'about time's' fire through the crowd, making us chuckle some more.Soon after, Father Raffaele announces that Max and I will be reciting our vows to one another, motioning for Max to begin with his. My man clears his throat ever so vigorously, earning his overdramatic ass another round of chuckles from the rest of us before he briefly turns to Father Raffaele."Sorry in advance, Father," Max warns him, and then he turn
MaxI only saw her ten minutes ago, but damn, my jaw still drops when the chapel doors open, revealing her in all her glory. I proudly watch as my mother-in-law and brother-in-law join her on each side, slowly walking her down the aisle. What makes me smile even more is the moment Isabella's already beautiful face lights up in recognition at the song I've chosen for the processional. She's absolutely breathtaking, in every sense of the word.I could go on describing the details of the goddess walking towards me, but given that my dick is already as solid as a rock and we're inside a church, I'd rather spare all the witnesses here the image of me ejaculating on the spot. So, for the sake of all the guests, especially Father Raffaelem, who happens to be standing closest to me, let me just stop at she's absolutely breathtaking.Her arrival at the altar can't come fast enough. As the agonizing distance between us gets shorter with each ascending step, I take a moment to revisit some of ou
Isabella"Come on, Isabella, get a grip!" I scold my nerves, taking another swig of the bottle without letting any tequila spill on my expensive dress. I wipe the liquid from the side of my mouth with the back of my hand. "Why are you so nervous? It's just a wedding, and it's Max. He'd laugh if he saw you like this."Girl, if you don't calm down..., Buffy interjects, breaking through my nervous thoughts. Your back-and-forth pacing is giving MY conscience's conscience a headache. I take a deep breath before another swig. Pull yourself together! Max is probably as calm as ever while you're freaking out for no reason!As I'm about to bring the bottle to my lips again, a determined knock on the door interrupts me. Damn it! Where's a packet of Sour Patch Kids when you need one?"It's unlocked," I call out, turning around to take one last gulp. The door creaks open and closes, but the visitor remains silent. Then I hear the lock turning, slowly."Alex, if this is one of your lame attempts t
Isabella "Are you alright, bro?" I inquire as I approach Alex on the porch swing of the Carters' old house."I've never been better," he replies, patting the seat beside him. "I just wanted to talk. Even though we FaceTime every night, it's never quite the same as being together in person.""I completely understand," I say, taking a seat next to him and resting my head on his shoulder. He rests his head on top of mine, and we stay like this for a while before he breaks the silence."Do you remember that time when you tried to be Spider-Woman and fell down the stairs?" He asks suddenly, instantly bringing a smile to my face. "You scraped your knee, but you didn't want Mom to find out because you knew she would scold you for not being careful. So instead, you came to me, begging me to fix the cut before she came home.""Yes," I chuckle softly. "I think I was around seven years old, right?""Seven and three months," he responds with a soft chuckle of his own. "And then there was the tim
~Five Weeks Later-MaxAfter five years of living on and off with Isabella, you might think I'd grow tired of waking up before her, but no, not at all. Despite both of us not being morning people, the days when I'm up before noon are special because I get to wake up my fiancée. The mere thought of our new reality makes me smile like a lunatic.With that smile on my face, I grab a coffee tray filled with Isabella's typical breakfast and head down the hall to the master bedroom. Once inside, I place the tray on a nightstand before slowly hovering over Isabella's sexy sleeping figure. Knowing she doesn't wake up when I initially touch her, I let my fingers graze her waist as I slide the silky covers off her bare body.She's always been breathtaking, from the moment I first laid eyes on her. Starting with her right leg, bent at the knee, I position myself over it and begin to kiss every inch of her, starting at her toes.My lips move up her sole to her heel, gradually reaching her calf, t
~At the Penthouse Suite~IsabellaUpon returning to the penthouse suite with our bags of groceries, Max poses a question."What did the savage mother say to her son when he informed her that his girlfriend was pregnant?" he inquires as we enter, closing the door behind us."You should've used protection?" I jest."Good one, but no," he chuckles. "She instead apologized, asking him who the father was.""Daaammmnnn," I laugh, conceding that it was one of the better jokes. Surprisingly, our banter, initiated at the grocery store, continues to be amusing. "Alright, my turn," I say, placing my bags on the expansive kitchen island. "To make this scenario work, I'll play the mother, and you'll be the son. We'll engage in a short conversation about you seeking permission to hang out with your girlfriend. Other than that, your responses won't impact mine much, so feel free to unleash that creative mind of yours.""Sounds good," he chuckles, depositing his bags on the island. "Ready when you ar
After a few seconds, Caleb thanks Max for something simple, even though my boyfriend just stated the obvious. Hopefully, Caleb won't feel the need to hide himself after tonight."You can thank us both by asking that Jaxon kid out," Max suggests, handing Caleb a hundred-dollar bill."Okay, forget what I said about Caleb being irresistible; he's beyond that. I can't find words to describe the guy I'm sitting on, who doesn't realize he's making Caleb's night."Caleb, feeling shy and surprised, tries to return the money. He thinks it's too much, but Max insists and places it in Caleb's shirt pocket."I wasn't asking," Max states firmly, ending further discussion.Caleb breathes out in disbelief, scratching his head in embarrassment. "Thanks, man. I mean, I don't know what else to tell you," he says, shrugging helplessly.Max smirks, silently signaling Caleb not to worry. With a nod and an appreciative smile, Caleb goes back inside, probably to find Jaxon and ask him out.Turning to Max, h
Later That Day"Five more minutes, I promise," I call back, securing the last bobby pin to keep my wild hair in check. I'll be surprised if they manage to hold anything given where we're headed tonight, but hey, I'm too lazy to take them out now."Take your time, I'll be in the living room!"Once I've tucked away the last bobby pin in who knows where, I check myself in the mirror one final time before joining Max."Sorry I took so long," I grimace when I find him on the couch engrossed in Real Housewives of Atlanta."No worries, ba—" His words vanish into thin air the moment his eyes land on me. I can't help but smile when they're replaced with a groan as he bites his fist."How does it look?" I ask, walking over to the door to slip on my white Converse."Like I'm not going to last long tonight," he replies smoothly, turning off the TV to stand up and join me at the door. "Holy fuck, I'm the luckiest motherfucker alive."Melting in his arms when he kisses my forehead, I thank my lucky
~Friday, February 14, 2025 - Valentine's Day in Santa BarbaraIsabellaMax and I reached Santa Barbara last night, opting to reserve a penthouse suite for a private Valentine's Day weekend. Yesterday involved exploring the city where our paths first crossed, but tonight promises an entirely different level of intimacy.The evening kicks off with the comical Valentine's Day cards we exchange..."Why am I not surprised?" I chuckle at Max's card, shaking my head at his cheeky sense of humor."Oh, please," he retorts, "like yours is any better." He displays the card I gave him, eliciting another round of laughter."Touché, touché," I concede, winking as I delve into the heartfelt note inside.Here's my love, take it.Here's my soul, use it.Wait a minute....Completing the remainder of the message, I smirk as my initial suspicion is confirmed.I glance up to find Max beaming at me proudly."What? Did it render you speechless with its brilliance?" He playfully raises his eyebrows."You cam