Chapter 83 Chapter 83
Maxwell
Steam still clung to my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom, a towel resting low on my hips. I ran another towel through my damp hair, it had been a long day at the office today. The bedroom door suddenly flew open without a knock. Rhea walked in like she owned the place.
She stopped the moment she saw me. Her eyes moved slowly over my body before she caught herself. Her jaw tightened, and she lifted her chin as if to hide the reaction.
“We didn’t finish our conversation this morning,” she said, her voice sharp and irritated. “Because of your bitchy wife.”
I didn’t react immediately, I calmly let the towel fall onto the chair beside me and reached for my boxers. I stepped into them without rushing.
“If you ever call her that again,” I said evenly, not raising my voice, “you won’t like my reaction.”
She let out a scoff and folded her arms across her chest. “Oh please. Don’t act like you suddenly care about her that much.”
I buttoned my trousers slowly,Then I turned to face her fully. “Why are you here?” I asked.
Her eyes flickered over my chest again before settling on my face. “Because I’m tired of waiting, Maxwell,” she said. “Why is it so hard for you to send the money? You have more than enough. You throw millions around like it’s nothing.”
My expression hardened. “And you think that means I owe you?” I asked quietly.
Her lips pressed into a thin line. “You owe me more than you pretend you do.”
I slipped on my shirt, leaving it unbuttoned for the moment, letting the fabric hang loosely over my chest. “And I have told you already,” I said coldly, my voice low, “you will get the money when I meet my son. Not a strand of hair, not a picture, I want to see him in person. Only then will you have your money. Even more than you expect.”
Her jaw tightened, her eyes narrowing. “You don’t trust me?” she asked, the words sharp but laced with hurt, but I know Rhea.
A humorless smile tugged at my lips. “Should I?”
The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating, like the calm before a storm. I stepped closer, letting my presence fill the room, my voice dropping even lower. “My patience is running thin, Rhea. You think you are in control because you are dangling something I want. But if I find my son without your help…” I let the words hang in the air, letting them sink in. “…you will regret putting me through this.”
Her eyes flashed, a mixture of anger and fear lighting them like fire and ice. “You are threatening me?” she hissed. “I carried your child even though you hurt me and threw me away like trash! This is what I deserve for trying to keep your family legacy?”
I stepped forward, “Thank you for keeping the baby, Rhea,” I said, my tone sharper now. “I am grateful but where is he? You want me to be grateful? Then show me my son. Right now, I don’t know what to believe anymore. It feels like you are just cooking all of this up because you need money desperately.”
Her lips curled into a sneer. “Did I also cook up the DNA test, or are you just going to keep acting stupid?” she spat. My anger flared.
“You didn’t have a problem splashing a ridiculous amount of money on that bitch’s car,” she yelled, her voice cracking with rage. “But you can’t do the same for your son! Your fucking son!”
I ran a hand over my face, trying to control the tension rising inside me. “Why is the money more important to you than me meeting my son?” I asked, my voice steady but heavy with accusation. “You know what to do if you really need this money.”
Her gaze dropped again, lingering on my torso as I fumbled with the buttons of my shirt. I could feel the weight of her stare on me, heavy and deliberate. Then she took a step closer, her movements slow, deliberate, almost predatory. Her lips parted slightly, curling into a seductive smile.
“Max… please,” she whispered, her voice softer now, almost breathless. “Touch me, fuck me even if it’s just once.”
Her hands moved to her boobd, squeezing herself and pushing forward, as if trying to tempt me into forgetting everything else.
Suddenly, the bedroom door opened again. Amelia stepped in, her eyes swept the room in one sharp glance taking in Rhea standing too close, my shirt still unbuttoned. She didn’t hesitate, she walked straight toward me, and before Rhea could react, she pushed her gently aside, her presence firm but calm.
Without a word, she reached up, grabbing me by the shoulders, and pulled me down to her. Her lips met mine in a possessive, demanding kiss. I didn’t resist, my hands went instinctively to her waist, pulling her closer, feeling her body mold to mine. Her fingers threaded into my hair, holding me there as if staking a claim I couldn’t deny.
I kissed her back with the same intensity, letting the heat of the moment take over. The world outside the bedroom faded away. The anger, the frustration, the earlier tension—all of it transformed into raw, burning desire.
Her hands moved with purpose, tracing my back, while my hands explored the curves of her waist and hips. We had completely forgotten we weren’t alone. The sharp sound of a heel striking the floor cut through the haze of the moment, snapping me out of it. I opened my eyes and Rhea was standing in the doorway, her face flushed with fury, humiliation blazing in her eyes.
“This isn’t over,” she spat, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief. Then she stormed out, slamming the door behind her with a force that made the walls shake slightly.
I looked down at Amelia, still in my arms, my hands resting on her waist. Her chest rose and fell with quick breaths, and a slow smile curved her lips.
“That was… hot,” I said, my voice rough.
She tried to step back, but I held her tightly. “You are not going to ignite a fire and leave me burning alone,” I said, my tone low, almost possessive. “We burn together.”
Her smile widened, and without another word, I leaned down to claim her lips again. My hands roamed over her body as I pressed her gently against me. I guided her toward the bed slowly, letting the anticipation build with every step. When we reached it, I pushed her down onto the mattress, then quickly removed my unbuttoned shirt.
I was about to climb onto the bed when my phone rang on the nightstand.. “Give me a minute, please,” I muttered, reluctantly pulling myself away and picking up the phone.
The screen flashed and it was Rafe calling, I answered immediately, rubbing my aching erection absentmindedly as I held the phone.
“Max, are you less busy right now? There’s something I want to show you,” he said, cutting straight to the point. No pleasantries, which meant it was serious.
“I will see you tomorrow, bro,” I said, already thinking of how to get back to Amelia
without losing focus, I hung up before he could protest.