Chapter 32 Shower
Heaven remained in Boyle’s altar room after her encounter with Maverick in the hallway.
Through the window, she had seen him leave with his fiancée. Eva.
She could barely concentrate on her prayers to her late husband. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Maverick. And her heart clenched painfully at the image of him walking away beside another woman.
She eventually left the altar room and went to the kitchen, only to be met with gossip.
The servants were all talking excitedly, their laughter echoed through the warm air. They praised his fiancée, Eva. She had given them gifts,fine fabrics, sweets, and trinkets.
To them, she was perfect.
To Heaven, the gift felt like a weight too heavy to bear.
“The young miss is so beautiful and kind, perfect for the Second Young Master,” one maid said, giggling.
“Exactly! Since he never smiles, he needs someone like her who always does.”
“I wonder how she’s going to spend the night with him, because his….” one maid began, but another quickly nudged her, eyes darting toward Heaven. The room fell silent. No one dared to gossip about a family member in front of another.
Heaven said nothing. Her hand trembled slightly as she cut the carrots until the blade slipped.
A sharp sting. Blood.
The sound of the knife dropping to the counter startled them. The servants rushed toward her, panic replaced their laughter.
“Young Madam, you should take a rest. You seem… stressed.”one of the maids said quickly, rushing to her side.
“I’m not…. I’m fine,” Heaven tried to insist, forcing a faint smile.
The maid wasn’t convinced, guiding her away before she could hurt herself again.
Heaven didn’t want to be idle. She knew if she stayed idle, her mind would keep circling the thoughts she wanted to silence.
That night, she returned to Boyle’s altar to pray, but her eyes kept drifting to the window.
Her chest tightened every passing minute.
She sighed softly. What was wrong with her?
He was probably with Eva now laughing, touching, maybe even smiling.
She was everything Heaven wasn’t: beautiful, kind, from a respected family… not a lowly widow who he thinks climbed his bed for favour.
It should have brought relief. Now that he was getting married, their affair would end. She could finally pray for her dead husband's soul without feeling guilt.
But the thought only gnawed her out.
When she finally returned to her room, she was mentally exhausted. Her gaze fell on the bracelet, phone and black card he had given her, lying on the table.
Heaven stood under the shower, water cascading over her skin, trying to wash away the day’s ache.
Today's event kept replaying in her mind Maverick leaving with Eva, her perfect smile, the maids’ words echoing. Beautiful. Kind. Perfect for him.
She was just the widow, the secret, the mistake.
A hand slid down her waist, sudden, possessive. Her heart lurched. She opened her mouth to scream, but another hand clamped over it.
“It’s me, Heaven.” His voice, cold, familiar.
“Maverick…” She sighed, relief mixed with fear, she turned to face him in the tight space. Water poured over them both. He was naked, hard, eyes dark.
“What are you doing here?” she whispered, trying to back away, but the shower wall trapped her.
“I called,” he told her briefly.
His gaze dropped to her wrist. “Why did you take it off?” His voice was low, dangerous, picking up from the hallway where he had stopped, his hand now gripping her waist tighter.
He had seen how she arranged the gifts he had given her on her table the bracelets. The phone. The black card.
She swallowed, water dripping from her lashes. “I… can’t keep them.”
His jaw flexed. He stepped closer, bodies pressed, his hardness against her stomach. “Why?”
Her pussy throbbed, her body heated up, her head was spun. How could she answer with his body pressed onto her? Every thought she was having had gone down the drain.
“E…va… we should… stop. It’s all wrong, Maverick, wrong…”
“Eva doesn’t matter.” His fingers traced where the bracelet should be.
“You’re mine. You don’t get to decide when this ends.” Maverick said his voice was laced in ice.
Heaven’s breath hitched. “You’re engaged…”
“I said what I said.” His mouth crashed into hers, hard, claiming, water mixed with the taste of him.
His hands pinned her wrists above her head against the tile.
“You don’t take off what’s mine.”
She moaned into his kiss, hating how her body melted, how her legs parted for him without thought.
He lifted her,her thighs wrapped around his waist, he thrusted into her in one brutal stroke.
Heaven's head rolled back as she moaned.
“Say it,” he growled against her neck, pounding into her, water splashing.
“Say you are mine.”
“Maverick…” she gasped as her nails dug into his shoulders.
“Say it.”
“I’m… yours,” she cried, breaking as he fucked the fight out of her, the shower drowned her sobs and moans.
Heaven cried out in pleasure. She had missed him, Gods. They hadn’t done it since the yacht.
Maverick turned her, her hands pressed against the shower glass as he entered her from behind.
Heaven cried out, her whole body obeyed and leaned into him. It felt so good. She hated how much it did, how wrong it was, but she couldn’t think. She didn’t know what was right and wrong anymore.
She felt the heat pull again, her legs shook, as his tongue kissed her neck.
Maverick’s cock slammed into her under the shower’s relentless spray, water splashed on their skin as he drove deeper, harder.
Heaven shuddered, her pussy clenched tight around him, steady. His cock swelled, and he busted with a raw groan.
“Fuck!!!!!”
Maverick had walked from the car down to her room. When he entered he heard the shower in the bathroom and his eyes had noticed the table. She was trying to draw a line, to end what only he could end.
He strode to the table, snatched the bracelet, and fastened it around her wrist as she stood dripping.
“Don’t take it off.”
“Why…” Heaven mustered, voice trembling.
“Because I said so.”
“I don’t want it. Any of it anymore…”
His eyes darkened, a feral glint.
He cornered her against the wall, his body caging her slick body water still dripping from his hair.
“You should have said that when you were taking my cock in there, screaming my name.”
“Mave…rick…”
He gripped her chin, forcing her gaze to his, his touch bruising. “You fucked me without a whimper when you didn’t know about Eva. You spread your legs while mourning him, moaning my name. Tell me, Heaven will you take me just as deep, just as desperate, if I slit her throat after she’s my wife?”
Heaven gasped,her breath hitched. His eyes burned with unhinged obsession, a mad, ruthless glint that screamed he would do anything to have her.
Tears spilled down her cheeks, but he didn’t flinch.
“You are mine,” he snarled, pressing his hard cock against her thigh. “Mine. I will l burn the world to keep you. Don’t you dare forget it.”