Chapter 12 CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER TWELVE
MAX’S POV
Zaria has been ignoring me, and I hate to admit it, but it is bothering me more than it should.
Her silence makes me uncomfortable, but I can't just bring myself to apologize.
I stared at my glass of water, but all I could see was her angry face, staring at me, does she hate me? Why the fuck do I care about that?
“You need to sign these letters, it's going to the north wings, You need to pay some respect to them,” Raymond said, barging into my office.
I am in no mood to work, but I can't say no.
I took the files from his hands, grabbed my pen, and started signing them, but Raymond didn't move an inch.
“I am signing it already, why are you still staring at me?” I said, and he just tilted his head to the side.
He looked closely at my face, “ What is wrong? You look extremely bothered, and it doesn't suit your aesthetics”
I forced a smile, even though it looked fake, “ I am fine Ray, the papers are kind of confusing, that's all” I pointed to the top of the page, pretending to read very hard.
The last thing I want is for Raymond to know that Zaria’s anger mattered to me, especially when I am the cause of it. He would pick on me, till I couldn't hear the end of it again.
He scoffed, “ Or the lady you got married to is confusing, and you are getting stressed about it,” He pointed out, and I stared at him in shock.
“Says who? I don't care about her anger,” I lied, but he didn't look like he believed me.
“Look, I have a wife, and trust me it is very stressful, you have not even seen a bit of it,” He scoffed, and I rolled my eyes. “Just apologize,”
Apologize? Is he serious? I have never apologized to a woman, it is a sign of weakness, I can't accept defeat.
“Get these papers to the north wing, and move to our neighboring pack,” I said, changing the topic.
Raymond noticed my sudden change of the topic and just scoffed.
“Suit yourself, Your grace,” He laughed, calling my title like it was a mockery.
He is the only one allowed to mock me, if any other asshole tries it, I will have their tongue cut off.
With a bow, he left me to my thoughts, which were clouded by Zaria, and how to get on her good side. I still hate her though, but the feeling of knowing the hatred might be mutual haunted me.
“I need some air,” I whispered, and walked out of my office.
I walked to the kitchen, and my eyes caught a glimpse of a lady dressed in a short red dress, swaying her behind to the song she sang.
Firstly, the beauty of her voice, turned me on, and watching her dance, made my heart skip a beat.
I leaned on the wall and watched as she did a double-bump to one side, and then the other.
Hmmm. Interesting!
I placed my hands on my temple and watched her sway her hips to the rhythm of the song she sang.
She was singing a popular song, “Ring my bell”. A song my late sister loved so much.
“Who the fuck is this lady,” I asked, as the interest in watching her increased.
She is fucking dancing as she cleans, how amusing. My eyes dropped to her long feminine legs, which were shapely, her waist was small, and the curve of her hips was accentuated by the way she sways her hips from side to side.
I ran my fingers over my lips and leaned backwards. Totally distracted by this hot ass, pumping in her dress.
The way she bounced to the beat of her song so joyfully, like no one was watching, well except for me.
She dropped her broom on the floor, she bent over, with her straight legs to pick up the broom, giving me a quick view of her ass, in her red short dress, so distracting.
My cock twitched and my eyebrow raised in surprise, at this moment, my interest was officially piqued.
“Hmmm,” I exhaled, as she rolled her hips. A wave of arousal ran through me and I could hear my pulse in my ears. The way she sang and danced is so fucking hot.
My cock pinched my pants, and I inhaled sharply. I can't remember the last time a woman aroused me on sight alone.
She dropped her broom again and wiggled down to pick it up, and once again, giving me a full view of her feminine legs and ass. I inhaled sharply as she stood.
My body imagined what she would feel like, and I rearranged myself in my pants.
“I am freaking married,” I cautioned myself, as the thought of Zaria crossed me.
I made my way to leave, but the sound of my shoe was too loud, startling the lady.
She turned around, and our eyes locked.
I jumped in shock.
What the fuck!
It is fucking Zaria.
I hit my forehead, realizing how stupid I was, for drooling over her.
“Were you checking me out?” She asked, folding her arms underneath her boobs, giving another view of her cleavage.
It was fucking tempting, but I forced myself to look away.
“We have maids, servants that can do all the cleaning, you are the Luna and should not be caught doing their petty works,” I cautioned, ignoring her question.
With a stern look, she walked over to me, until we were a few feet apart.
“After dragging my best friend out of the palace, you don't get to tell me what to do!” She snapped at me.
I wanted to apologise, but couldn't come up with the courage, the way she looked at me with disgust was fucking hurting me.
“Besides, you didn't answer my question,” She said, and I raised an eyebrow.
“Which is?” I asked.
“Were you checking me out, Max Blackwood?” she asked and I fell silent.
Why do I feel so dumbfounded?