Chapter 8 Chapter 8
Maxwell
I woke up slowly, noticing the soft morning light sneaking into the room. I shot up immediately, we were not supposed to sleep this long. The last thing I wanted was Rhea showing up and finding her here, that would have turned the whole house upside down.
I looked beside me, but the bed was empty. I checked the bathroom but nothing. I glanced at the spot where she kept her things last night, and everything was gone.
So she really left early, just like she said she would. Still, a part of me wished I could keep her here, hold her down to this bed, and never let her go. I have never met a woman like her, confident, direct, sure of what she wants, and bold enough to go for it without hesitation.
Last night felt unreal, wild and intense, it was like something had been added to my drink. I love sex, but I have never been that worked up before. Yes, she was beautiful, sexy enough to make any man lose control but the level of desire I felt wasn’t normal.
Someone definitely slipped something into my drink.
I went into the bathroom to shower, but even with the water running over me, my mind stayed glued to her. The more I thought about her, the harder it was to focus on anything else. My body reacted instantly. I wrapped my hand around my cock and stroked myself, imagining how it would feel to take her in the shower, her back against the tiles, water sliding down both our bodies.
After spending longer than I intended in the shower, I finally pulled myself together, got dressed, and headed downstairs. I had a long day ahead, no time to get distracted. Several business meetings were lined up, including one where I would be signing a deal with a newly rising startup. That deal alone could bring in serious profit.
This is my life, outside the biker world, I am also a CEO running my parents’ company, one I have managed to push to the top in the US. Balancing the rough, wild world of bikes with the polished demands of corporate life hasn’t been easy, but I do what I can to keep both sides of my life in order.
I sat at the dining table while Agnes, one of the maids, served me breakfast. We were both quiet until the sharp sound of my wife’s voice echoed from upstairs. Rhea, Sometimes I forget I am even married to her.
We were high school sweethearts once, young, in love, thinking we knew what forever meant. She blew up in the modeling world, and we got married soon after. But it felt like she had been acting the whole time. The moment we said I do, everything about her shifted. The sweet, calm Rhea I knew disappeared, replaced by someone cold, manipulative, and constantly looking for control.
It got so bad that even my parents, who used to adore her, now dread it whenever I bring her home. I have lost friends, opportunities, and countless moments of peace because of her behavior. These days, we barely even cross paths. She’s hardly ever home, always traveling or chasing something, and honestly, I don’t mind. I don’t miss her, I don’t even try to care anymore.
One day, one of us will finally find the courage to walk away. We both know it. But because our marriage boosts our public image and helps our brands, we keep pretending, smiling for cameras, holding hands on red carpets, acting like the perfect couple when deep down we are anything but.
“Maxwell! Maxwell, where the hell are you?” The way she yelled my full name made my shoulders tighten. Whenever she uses it, it means trouble, and whatever drama she brought with her today, I wasn’t in the mood.
She walked into the dining room and spotted me. “Maxwell,” she said sharply.
Then she gave me a cold, knowing smile. “Good morning to you, Max. I trust you had the best night of your life.”
My brows pulled together in confusion. How could she possibly know anything about last night?
“You are wondering how I found out, right?” she said, watching my reaction closely. Then she turned to Agnes.
“Leave us,” she ordered.
Agnes nodded quickly and walked away, leaving the two of us alone in the heavy silence.
“You cheated on me, Maxwell! You cheated on me, why would you do that to us?” she screamed, breathing hard, like she had just run all the way downstairs.
“That’s what got you worked up this morning?” I asked, not even pretending to feel guilty. This wasn’t new, I have cheated before, and she’s never reacted like this. Our marriage hasn’t had real emotions in a long time.
“What did I ever do to deserve this from you?” she cried, tears gathering in her eyes. The act was almost impressive. For someone who had been cheating on me long before our wedding, she played the victim so well. Meanwhile, I had been loyal back then, young, stupid, and convinced she was my whole world. Now I know better.
“Don’t start your manipulative games this morning. I can’t deal with that,” I said, turning back to my food.
“On our matrimonial bed, Maxwell. You slept with her on our bed. And you told her she had the best cunt you have ever fucked.”
Her voice shook with anger. “You haven’t touched me in three years.”
My head snapped up instantly, the shock hit me hard. How did she know the exact words I used last night?
“You are wondering how I know?” she said, fury rising in her voice. She reached into her purse, pulled out her phone, and tapped the screen a few times. Then she turned it around.
A video played, the quality wasn’t perfect, but it was clearly my room and clearly me. I was fucking Amelia, though whoever recorded had angled the camera so Amelia’s face wasn’t visible.
The realization hit me like a punch. Someone was watching, someone recorded us.
Wait, Amelia planted a camera in my room.It must have been when I went to the bathroom.
Her walking into my space last night hadn’t been a coincidence.
And that sudden rush, that heat I felt, she must have added something to my drink.How the hell did she even manage that?
Damn it.
“On our matrimonial bed,” she shouted, voice shaking with fury. “You bring another woman into our home and act like I don’t exist. You haven’t touched me in three years, Maxwell!”
I slammed my palm on the table, and she flinched.
“Stop acting like a saint,” I snapped. “You started cheating long before we even got married, and I have proof. Right after the wedding you lied about a trip to Paris, but you were in Florida with another man.”
All those years, she truly believed I was clueless, like I couldn’t see through her lies or the trail of affairs she thought she hid so well. I stopped touching her the moment I realized it didn’t matter how much effort I put in, she would still walk out the next day and give herself to someone else.
“You know how many times I have caught you?” I shouted. “Don’t you dare stand here and act like the victim. I will live my life however I choose.”
I pushed back my chair and walked toward her, my voice low but sharp.
“I knew you didn’t have any meeting last night. You were out with whatever man you are obsessed with this week.”
Her eyes widened in shock, she had always assumed she was too clever and too untouchable. But nothing gets past me.
“Let me see your phone,” I said coldly. I needed to check whatever pictures or videos she had. If she posted anything, my reputation would take a serious hit.
She hesitated immediately. Instead of handing it over, she tried to lock the screen and slide the phone back into her purse. I caught her wrist before she could hide it.
“I am not interested in digging through your secrets,” I said flatly. “I already know what you do. Nothing about your little affairs shocks me anymore.”
I took the phone from her grip. My focus wasn’t on her messages or her life, I needed to check the video files Amelia supposedly sent. Whatever was recorded last night could destroy far more than my marriage.
She had sent two pictures where my face was clearly visible, while hers was buried against my chest. And in the video, it was unmistakably me, my face, my voice, everything. Damn it.
Was she planning to blackmail me with this?
I scrolled further and saw her message, “This is for causing pain to my friend by sleeping with her man, even when you knew they were about to get married. I fucked yours.”
I looked up at Rhea, anger boiling. “This is all because of you, your doing,” I said bitterly.
At that moment, my phone started ringing on the table. I walked over and picked it up. It was my PA, Alvin. “Boss, you are trending,” he said.
Author's note: I need a best friend like Amelia, who wants to be my friend🥺, the moment Maxwell hears "boss, you are trending", in my country, we say, everywhere go first blurrrr😂