All Chapters of BASTARD IN A SUIT: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

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

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

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,"

MEREDITH'S POV I was working the floor, mingling with some of the men I was familiar with, exchanging jokes and friendly banter. None of them made any improper advances toward me. Anna, the bottle girl, poured me my third and last glass of liquor for the night. This was a rule. We could not get drunk at these parties. If a Sugar Baby decided to leave with a Sugar Daddy, then she could get hammered if she wanted to in his hotel room. The men only had one guideline to follow; they needed to pay upfront before departing with the girl, and using a condom was obligatory unless he hired that girl as his full-time Sugar Baby. In this case, the girl was only allowed to entertain this man until the contract was up. Here I was talking to Hunter Haye when I saw Brenda sashaying inside. Her staggering footsteps suggested she was in an intoxicated state. I clenched my teeth tightly together. While Lenox established rules for everyone, he neglected to enforce them with Brenda. My best friend sp