When I finally woke up it was 11am. I was alone. I guess James decided to go to bed and stop watching over me as I slept. I had a bad feeling that something bad was going to happen when my door flung open. I sat up in the bed as Maximo strolled in my room, closing the door behind him. “Get dressed, wear something sexy, we have business to attend to.” This was a demand and not a request.
I just sat there. “Get up, now.” He stated, annoyed.
“I’m naked.” I returned.
“And?” he asked dryly.
“Well get out so I can get ready.” I rolled my eyes. Before I could return his gaze, he had pinned me down on the bed.
“Don’t ever roll your eyes at me, little girl.” He huffed angrily. I just looked into his eyes, returning his hateful gaze.
“Get off of me, asshole.” I snorted.
He grabbed my throat, squeezing. I felt my airflow stop. I gasped for a breath, scratching his arms, slapping his chest, before I hauled off and punched him in the nose. “Ah!” He returned my punch with a slap across the face. “Don’t you ever lay your hands on me again, little girl.” He stated coolly.
“Don’t grab my throat like that then, and don’t you ever lay your hands on me again!” I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. My cheek stung from his strong slap. He seemed unphased by my pain. “Get off of me, asshole.” I repeated. He just looked into my eyes and let out a dry laugh.
“I could take you right here, right now if I wanted to, little girl. You wouldn’t be able to stop me.”
I looked into his eyes, there was no emotion, no feeling. No sense that this man could ever love somebody. He released me. He stood up, straightened his shirt and pushed back his hair. “Be ready in an hour, or there will be consequences.” And he left.
I took a deep breath, feeling like I could finally breathe. What a dick. I got up, took a shower. I decided to pull my hair back in a low bun. I wore light makeup with a wing eyeliner. I chose to wear a bralette top that was lacey and sexy with a small leather skirt. I pulled up fishnet leggings and pulled on black high heeled boots. I looked like a hooker, but that is what he wanted. James met me outside of my room. He looked handsome with his black suit, black glasses, and black shoes. I could see his gun on his hip. He didn’t always wear his gun, but I guess this place made him feel threatened.
Maximo was standing by the door, checking his watch. He looked gorgeous in his blue fitted suit. He might be nice to look at but he was a real motherfucker. He turned around and met my gaze. “No.” he responded.
“What? You said wear something sexy.”
“Sexy, not slutty. Go change.” He demanded.
“No.” I retorted.
He ran up the stairs and grabbed me by my neck, pushing me up against the wall. James put his hand on his hip and stated, “Let her go you motherfucker or I will put a bullet in your head.” Maximo turned his gaze onto James and let go of my neck.
“Big threats from the man who was screwing his security detail.” It was frowned upon in the bodyguard world to sleep with the person they were protecting, but James didn’t care and neither did I.
“Fine, I will go change. Better yet, why don’t you go pick something for me to wear, since you have standards.” I said dryly through gritted teeth. Maximo huffed before walking into my room and into my closet. He pulled out a strapless, skintight, black dress that would barely cover my ass. He also grabbed a lace over lay to cover my shoulders. He pulled me into the bathroom where he unhooked my bralette and unzipped my skirt. He ripped my fishnet stockings and pulled off my boots. He pulled down my skirt and pulled off my bra. He stepped back, drinking in my nakedness. I held my breathe. He took a step towards me and put his nose to the base of my neck inhaling me. I tried to step back but the counter wedged me to him. He finally stepped back and handed me the outfit he picked out. He came back with some red high heels. Sexy but not slutty, I suppose.
He led me to the black SUV, opening the door for me. He blocked James from getting into the back with me. “You get in the lead vehicle.” He demanded James. James stood still for a moment but chose to oblige when he saw the fear in my eyes. Maximo got in and reached over, buckling me in. I couldn’t breathe as he reached across me. He picked up on this, chuckling dryly.
I leaned my head against the window, watching the passing landscape, wondering where we were going. Maximo just sat there saying nothing. I could feel his eyes on me, burning my flesh with their intensity.
“Since we are going to be doing business together, we should get to know one another better.” He finally spoke.
“No, thanks, I’ll be fine never getting to know you.” I lied. There was something about him that made me curious. He sparked something deep inside me that I loathed.
“Very funny.” He laughed. “I like that you are so quick to anger, mi amore. But it will be the greatest turn off if it continues, do you understand? You will need to get used to me, to this, to us.”
“Us?” I questioned. “There is no us, Maximo. You are simply the son of the man who wants to do business with me.” I smirked.
“Did you not listen to my father yesterday? The only way you can become our partner is to kill your way into the position, get married into it, or get asked. You have not been asked by my father, so that leaves marry into or kill into. What will you choose?” he asked dryly. I thought Jesus had asked me to be his partner. I thought that was the whole point of me coming down here. Now I’m starting to realize that his plans changed once he saw me. Jesus wanted to marry…me. I taste met my tongue I opposed. I couldn’t marry Jesus. He is older than my father!
“Who do I have to kill to become your partner?” I asked, not wanting his answer.
He laughed dryly. “Well, mi amore, nobody has a drug quite like yours, so there is no one to kill, that leaves marriage.”
“No, I will not marry your father.” I stomped my foot on the floor of the SUV.
“Who said you would be marrying my father?” Maximo asked in a bored way.
“Is that not what you literally just said, Maximo?” His name like poison on my tongue.
“What I said is you will have to marry into cartel. I did not say you would have to marry my father.” He laughed again. “I like watching you squirm in anticipation in your seat.”
“Well, that makes only one of us,” I responded dryly, making sure to focus on not moving to much in my seat. He reached over and touched my thigh, rubbing his finger from the hem of my dress to my knee. I shivered at this touch. I hated that I wanted him to keep touching me.
“Your skin is soft like silk.” He said almost turned on. “Your hair shines in the light, your skin is soft, and your nipples are perky.” He laughed. My stomach tightened and I became nauseous, remembering last night on the patio.
“We are here,” one of the guards up front said as we pulled into a private home. There were eight armed guards out from of the huge mansion with a fountain in the driveway.
The SUV came to a quick stop and the door was opened before Maximo stepped out, pulling me with him.